Harry Potter and the Silent Guardian

The arrivals to the Potter residence, a blend of Ministry officials and Aurors, presented a stark contrast to the disarray and grief that permeated the air. Their stern expressions and official robes added a layer of formality to the tragedy at hand. Among them, dark-cloaked figures, likely Unspeakables from the Department of Mysteries, moved with an enigmatic aura, their presence adding a layer of mystery to the grim scene.

The Order of the Phoenix members, who had been tending to the Potters, swiftly briefed the newcomers on the situation, while Dumbledore, James, and Lily remained in the nursery, a haven of bittersweet relief amidst the chaos.

Leading the group of Aurors was Barty Crouch Senior, his demeanor as Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement exuding a stringent authority. Despite his habitual stoicism, the tragedy reflected in his eyes betrayed his inner distress. The scene before him, a testament to both loss and miraculous survival, seemed to momentarily soften his usually rigid posture.

Upon encountering the bodies of Fleamont and Euphemia, the group paid their respects, their somber condolences offering a small comfort to James and Lily, who were still grappling with the magnitude of their loss.

Crouch, his face etched with lines of authority and concern, turned to Dumbledore. "Headmaster Dumbledore," he began, his voice steady and commanding, "what happened here? The Ministry was notified of large magical activity in this area, and just as we were preparing to investigate, we heard that the Dark Mark had faded. What happened? Did you battle with the Dark Lord here and defeat him? Minister Bagnold wants a full account, and she wants it promptly."

Dumbledore, embodying a serene composure in the midst of turmoil, responded with a measured gravity. "We lost contact with Peter," he began, his voice steady and imbued with a deep, resonant authority. "We went out looking for him, fearing he might be in danger. During our search, I was notified of the wards at the Potters' house breaking. There is no evidence to suggest Peter was attacked by Death Eaters so we now suspect Peter may be the spy we have been searching for within the Order."

Crouch's reaction to the revelation of Pettigrew's betrayal was a mix of surprise and skepticism. "Pettigrew, a spy? That's a grave accusation, Dumbledore," he remarked, his expression reflecting the gravity of such a claim.

Dumbledore nodded solemnly, acknowledging the severity of his statement. "Indeed, it is," he concurred. "And yet, the evidence points to this grim reality. The world was told Sirius Black was the Secret Keeper to put people off and keep Peter safe as the real Secret Keeper. We had no idea Peter would betray James. The events of this night also confirm his betrayal. Without Pettigrew's betrayal, Voldemort could not have found this location."

He then recounted the night's events, highlighting the survival of the children against all odds. "When we arrived, we found Euphemia and Fleamont dead, but the children miraculously alive. Voldemort has been defeated, though I believe it to be a temporary reprieve."

Dumbledore's gaze, usually filled with a spark of wisdom, was now clouded with a somber hue as he delved into his theory about Charles's role in Voldemort's defeat. "From what I can deduce," he said, "upon Euphemia's death while protecting Charles, a powerful magic, full of love, was invoked. This magic, I believe, empowered Charles Potter and played a crucial role in enabling him to vanquish Voldemort, at least for the time being."

Crouch, absorbing the headmaster's explanation, displayed a rare moment of vulnerability, his features softening as the reality of the situation sank in. "Aurors," he ordered sharply, "begin your investigation immediately. Ensure every detail is meticulously documented." 

The Unspeakables, meanwhile, had already commenced their silent, methodical examination, their movements almost spectral in their efficiency. They delved into their work without interruption, their focus undeterred by the ongoing discussions.

The Potter residence, now a hub of investigative activity, bore the heavy air of skepticism and disbelief. 

Barty Crouch Senior, his years of experience as an Auror etched on his face voiced his doubts. "I cannot fathom how a child, only a year old, could have possibly defeated 'You-Know-Who'," he muttered, his skepticism echoing the sentiments of many in the room. "Over my time in the Aurors, I have seen many parents die protecting their children but nothing like this happened to the attackers. We must make sense of this scene to make sure 'You-Know-Who' is dead."

Dumbledore, holding Voldemort's cloak, met Crouch's skeptical gaze with a measured calm. "This was found here, Barty. It's Voldemort's, and I believe it was worn by him tonight," he said, his voice low yet carrying the weight of his conviction.

A shiver seemed to pass through the room at the mention of Voldemort's name, and Crouch's eyes narrowed in contemplation. "Then it is imperative we ascertain the true nature of his fate," he replied, his tone steeling with resolve.