“The green light filled the cramped hallway, it lit the pram pushed
against the wall, it made the banisters glare like lightning rods, and
James Potter fell like a marionette whose strings were cut… .He could hear her screaming from the upper floor, trapped, but as long as she was sensible, she, at least, had nothing to fear… . He climbed the steps, listening with faint amusement to her attempts to barricade herself in… . She had no wand upon her either… . How stupid they were, and how trusting, thinking that their safety lay in friends, that weapons could be discarded even for moments… .”