"Why us?" Asked Albus. "What did we do to you?"
"You didn't do anything. It was your fathers fault that my father died. If your dad would have just given the dark lord what he wanted, my dad would still be alive." He was look at Albus straight in the eye.
"Voldemort, wanted my dad dead."I said.
"Well I'm going to make sure there will be no more potters. I'm going to start with you three, than your parents." He walked off leaving us trapped in a secret room.
I was sure we were going to die.