Dear Readers,

If you care to read these at all, I'd just like to say thanks for giving this story a chance! I must warn you however, that I am not a very good writer. At all. Every now and then I get a plot bunny that I just have to write down as it won't leave me a lone and writing relaxes me.

As I said, that doesn't make me a good writer. I'm in fact quite poor at it. Trying to get a good flow, good characterization, not going too over dramatic, etc. etc.

So that's just a warning! I'd appreciate any constructive criticism though!

Thanks! Enjoy :P

Warning: Disclaimer, I do not own anything in this story. My story shall differ from the book and movies of Harry Potter, but I do not own any of the lore, characters, setting, etc.
Furthermore, I shall use some direct and some indirect quotes from the books and movies. To anyone who knows either well enough this will probably be evident as to where.
Story rating may change from T to M as it progresses. We'll see.

It wasn't a cold, rainy night with thunder rumbling ominously in the distance. It wasn't a night where the town was in bed, blissfully unaware of the danger about to plague them. In fact, children screamed in delight as they ran along the streets of the small British town, their costumes billowing around them in the cool autumn wind. Parents strolled at a more paced speed as they chatted with their friends, keeping their sugar-high kids just within their sights. Groups stopped at each, brightly decorated door, collecting sweets and lollies of every kind to fill the plastic pumpkin heads they carried.

However there was one house along the main road by the cemetery, which remained sparse in its decorations, only bothering to put up a single picture of a cheap witch on the door and a big bowl on top of the fence that never seemed to run out of sweets.

Inside the decidedly boring home, lived a very young family that neighbours had only seen a handful of times since they had moved in over a year ago. They never left their house, barely ever went into the yard and above all, never tried to talk to anyone

Currently, the red headed mother who was maybe 19, walked into her kitchen, ducking in the doorway as a stray beam of water burst from the direction of the sink, where another young 19-year-old man played in the soapy water. He was drenched from head to toe in water as he sprayed his daughter, who was in a similar state. The one year old squealed gleefully as she played with her daddy and continued to laugh as she was levitated away from the sink into a fluffy towel held by her mother.

"Look at you!" Lily laughed as she begun to dry her little girl. "What did you do, James?"

"Me?" James had the cheek to sound affronted, though not bothering to wipe the grin off of his face. "She started it!"

"Yes, I'm sure that our one year old daughter started the water fight as you washed the dishes."

"It's true." The man said, shaking out his dark, messy hair like a dog before placing his glasses back on his face. Walking into the lounge room, he began picking up toys as he listened to the sounds of families 'trick or treating' from door to door. Shaking his head, he regretted that he couldn't join them, muggles or not, but the risk was just too great. With the borders sealed off, they couldn't leave the UK and the war was raging on in full swing.

As Lily brushed a pale red ringlet behind her daughter's ear, she smiled sadly at her treasure. "Rose Anne Potter. What would we ever do without you?" She kissed her on the forehead with a sad smile on her face. "I wish you weren't destined for such greatness, because I just know that this is not a path that we can help you on."

Just then, the woman with the fiery hair grabbed her daughter as dread filled her. "Lily! Run! He's found us!"

An explosion then rocked her world and Lily Potter ran.

The men and women of the small town of Godric's Hollow noted the arrival of the stranger in the cloak. At first they were wary of them and prepared to head towards them in case the person made a move towards their children, however they relaxed slightly as they walked - or really glided - towards the cottage home of the young family. A few times in the last year, the young couple and their daughter had had a few people come and visit them, always arriving in hooded clothes and trying to be as discreet as possible. As it was Halloween, the townsfolk assumed that it was another of the family's friends dressing up for the occasion.

That was until they heard the screaming and saw the raging the fire.

Voldemort strode down the muggle-infested street as he made his way to the Potter household. He couldn't stand the vile screeches of the children as they ran around his feet, or the distrusting gazes of their pathetic parents. Once he had dealt with the Potters, the murderer decided that he would deal with the townsfolk. Until then, he couldn't alert his prey to his arrival, now could he?

As he arrived at the door, he saw his worm, Pettigrew, scuttle around and disappear behind the house to most likely incinerate the escape brooms waiting and use the shield runes Aldelrico Bulstrode had designed for the Death Eaters with… less talent. These runes would block the back door of the house and create a web around any windows on the back wall of the double-story house as well.

Voldemort cackled as he rapped his knuckles sharply on the door before raising his wand and releasing an almighty bombarda.

Inside, he heard screaming. The pureblood James Potter, who had shown so much promise, was telling his mudblood wife to run with their daughter while he held Voldemort off. As was his cue, said bloodthirsty maniac flowed into the room, robes billowing ominously and dramatically as he fired spell after spell at Potter.

All the while, he kept a careful eye on the movement of Lily Potter as she ran up the stairs in the living room and to her right, cradling Rose against her chest. Wormtail had told him about the secret room in the nursery and quickly stunned James before sending a powerful curse towards the secret, magically expanded room, destroying it and the only floo port in the entire house. He then lent over the prone body of the father and whispered gently into his ear.

"Did you see that? Can you hear them?" He hissed teasingly. "The way your wife screams and your precious baby girl wails, waiting for their daddy to come and save them? But you wont. Oh no, James Potter, for you see, I have to kill you. As the merciful lord that I am, be thankful that I'm letting a blood traitor such as yourself even live without hearing the delicious cries of the family you swore to protect, as I corner them in the nursery. I hope you find some comfort in the fact that I won't torture them… much. Goodbye, you weakling."

With that, Voldemort uttered the killing curse and ascended the stares towards the nursery at the end of the house.

"Lily, lovely Lily. Step aside or I will kill you, too." Voldemort warned as he came face-to-face with the enraged and (though he grudgingly admitted it) powerful witch's wand.

"No. Please. Leave us alone. Take my life instead if you have too, but you can't have my daughter's!" She begged hopelessly. Voldemort cackled at her pain, her husband was dead, she and her daughter faced death's sweet embrace in the immanent future and there was nothing they could do about it.

"I've been asked to save your life, you know, they made me promise and I always keep my promises. I told them I would try. Either way, your daughter dies, but you could live on."

"No! Please just leave us alone." She knew it was a futile argument, but she was hoping that Dumbledore would appear as the wards had been triggered.

Voldemort mockingly sighed in regret. "You silly, pathetic mudblood. Your time is up."

To her credit, Lily fought back. The redhead wasn't so petrified by fear that she practically forgot that she wasn't defenseless. This angered Voldemort; he would accept no defiance from a filthy mudblood. The quick 'duel' – if it could be called that – resulted in screams as Lily spasmed on the floor under the cruciatus curse. Voldemort, tired of her existence, levitated her so that she was facing her daughter, made her look the crying baby in the eye where she whispered 'mummy loves you' before a bolt of green took the life from behind her eyes.

Baby Rose Potter began to screech and wail again, piercing Voldemort with a gaze that was almost too powerful, too accusing, too comprehending of what had just happened.

"And last, but not least, the prophesized one. You, child, have been a thorn in my side ever since I heard that forsaken prophesy. But you are merely an infant so I cannot comprehend just how you are meant to kill me. But no matter, no matter. I shall lift this burden from your shoulders, it will just take a moment."

Voldemort had been preparing to add insult to injury for the great Albus Dumbledore, by using his beloved Potters and especially his little savior to create another horcrux – even if the old coot never knew. He had started the ritual the moment he apparated into the… quaint village, preparing his magic and his soul to split so that he could further ensure his immortality.

As he raised his wand to the toddler, he felt something shifting deep inside him, but brushed it off. Nothing would interrupt him and then he would be undefeatable. Bringing the killing curse to his tongue, he released it and something snapped.

The villain had barely moments to even think, as the green light shot towards the girl, hit her right in the head and rebounded back to hit him. His magic reacted instantly, before he could comprehend what was happening. Then he died.

Dumbledore arrived just in time to watch the last of the old Potter house in Godric's Hollow collapse in on itself. He blanched as he ran into the ruins of the home, only to find James Potter lying crippled under the charred beams, undeniably deceased.

The old headmaster called in the depths of his magic and levitated himself up off of the floor and to the second story. It was taxing on his magical reserves, but he knew that if he placed all but the slightest pressure on the floor, it would crumble from beneath him. He had to be sure, however.

As he floated into the nursery, he saw that the safety room had been destroyed. It must have been blown up before the girls had gotten there, as Lily's charred body lay on the floor and Rose was curled in the corner of her room, debris from the furniture and roof around her. The devastated face of the headmaster took in the body of the little girl, saw what were probably the remains of the Dark Lord Tom, and he smiled.

Oh yes. Everything seemed to be going according to plan

So this is just a really short chapter to start off with. I'd like to know what people think.

I have a special love for fem Harry stories and have two very different fem Harry stories that I have been writing and am now publishing. This one shall become an Avengers crossover! I shan't include the avengers for a while now, though, not until probably 6th year-ish?

I'll probably to a recap/summary at the beginning of the actual crossover though, for anyone who is only interested in that. But I'll be interested to see what people think as the story goes on.

If anyone is confused during the story, I'll try to answer any questions, as long as it doesn't give anything away.

I'd really like to hear what anyone thinks and if they can offer any constructive criticism and/or tips? Even just on spelling and grammar mistakes. Another question I have for anyone who cares, is in regards to the quotes I have used from the books and movies, are you meant to make special note of that during the chapters? Just because I find it annoying when I read it in other stories, but do you have to?

Also, if anyone has any plotline advice, ideas or requests, let me know and I'll take them under advisement!Thanks again!