"It was October 31st. The day his childhood was stolen from him. The day Harry James Potter was condemned to his fate. And above all, it was the date of his parents death. So here he was, standing in front of his parents wrecked house, wishing his parents were alive to meet his kids, to meet his wife, to see his house. But they wouldn't. They were long gone. And suddenly, he felt an urge to walk into the house. So he did. And he walked a little farther, until he came to a set of stairs, so he walked down them, peering into the wreckage of the basement. A silvery light caught his eye, so he went to it, like a moth being drawn to a light. It was a rack, filled with vials and vials of what looked like pensieve. A small tidy note was pinned too the rack. His heart leapt to his throat when he saw what the note said. In small, neat letters, the note read: 'Something to remember us by when we're old, grey, and gone.' -Lily and James Potter"