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Twist Of Fate: The First Years

"I would hurl words into this darkness and wait for an echo,

and if an echo sounded no matter how faintly,

I would send other words to tell, to march, to fight,

to create a sense of hunger for life that gnaws in us all"

--Richard Wright

Chapter I

"So It Begins"

My unconquerable soul

--William Henley

October 31st 1981

Somewhere over the rainbow
Way up high
And the dreams
That you've dreamed of
Once in a lullaby

The little boy, barely a year old, had untidy jet black hair. His father, the man carrying him, had given him this particular trait. However, the little boy's eyes were a startling emerald green, like the woman the man loved so dearly. The tall man sat on the floor, placed the child in front of him and pulled out his worn wand. He smiled at the toddler, and started making coloured smoke emanate from the tip of the wand, the little boy watched the smoke, giggling and grabbing.


Somewhere over the rainbow
Bluebirds fly
And the dreams
That you've dreamed of
Dreams really do come true

"James?" A woman had entered the room, she was beautiful, but if anyone looked closely enough, they could see the burdens of the past year etched on her young face. Her usual bright green eyes were tired and red from nights of restlessness.


Someday
I'll wish upon a star
And wake up
Where the clouds are far
Behind me
Where troubles melts
Like lemon drops
Away above the chimney tops
That's where you'll find me

"Lily?" His eyes went from hers to the small child asleep in her arms, innocence and peacefulness personified in the tiny being, "How is she?"

"Jayme? She's finally getting some rest: I've been worried about her."

"That's a relief," He beckoned her closer, throwing his wand up onto the sofa, reaching upwards to take the child out of her arms, "here."

Meanwhile, the little boy crawled closer to his father, who ruffled his hair affectionately and kissed the little girl on her forehead. Lily smiled at the loving demonstration, a tear falling down her porcelain cheek as she took a place on the floor next to her husband.


Somewhere over the rainbow
Bluebirds fly
And the dreams
That you dare to
Oh why, oh why can't I?

She placed her head on his shoulder, looking up at a man who had grown so much in so little time. He noticed her gaze and kissed her forehead as well.

"Please don't cry Lily, I love you."


Someday
I'll wish upon a star
And wake up
Where the clouds are far
Behind me
Where troubles melt
Like lemon drops
Away above the chimney tops
That's where you'll find me

"I love you too James."


Somewhere over the rainbow
Way up high,
And the dreams
That you dare to
Oh, why, oh why can't I?

And then, their little world shattered.

"NO!" James yelled, as a crash emanated throughout the little cottage: He sprinted out of the sitting room and into the hall, his worst nightmare standing on the threshold.

"Lily! Take the twins and go! It's him! Go! Run! I'll hold him off!" James yelled, thrusting his hand into his pocket, and then realizing he had let his wand in the other room.

Voldemort laughed a cold laugh, "Don't try anything Potter, you don't need to die, I'm only here for your children."

"Never! You'll never have them Voldemort!"

Voldemort laughed again, "I admired your bravery Potter, you could make a very valuable Death Eater."

It was James's turn to laugh, "I've told you before Riddle I will NEVER join you!"

At these words Voldemort hissed, "You dare call me by that name, you insolent boy? Crucio!"

James' screams filled the room and Voldemort left him withering on the floor, heading towards the shrieks from the upper floor…

Lily pushed into the babies' bedroom and tried to barricade the door with boxes. All of a sudden there was another crash and the door flew open.

Voldemort was standing at the doorway; James' scream still lingering in the background, tearing at Lily's heart. She quickly placed her children in the crib behind her and threw her arms wide, trying to shield them from Voldemort.

"No, not my babies, not my babies! Please, no!"

"Stand aside you silly girl…stand aside now," His voice was cold.

"No please, please no, take me, kill me instead-"

"You're brave, like your husband, but standing in my way is useless, you do not have to die Lily Evans."

"Not my babies!"

"Bravery…it's a touching, Crucio."

And Lily Evans screams mingled with those of her husband as she lay, jerking, on the floor. Voldemort smirked at the sight, and turned his attention the babies sitting inside the crib.

"So, you are supposed to bring the end to the Dark Lord," Voldemort whispered, standing before the crib.

The little boy was quiet, staring up at the dark lord, his eyes reflecting the Dark Lord's own scarlet ones: The girl, was the opposite, bawling, tears falling down her round face.

"Insolent boy, do you not cry, like your sister, in the face of death?" Voldemort hissed, though he did not like crying, he felt insulted that the child was not terrified.

"Maybe you are too young, too stupid; to understand the principle of death, to fear death," Voldemort said malevolently, "Maybe watching your sister die will teach you a lesson."

He turned his wand on the crying girl, pointing it at her chest, "Avada Kedavra."

The little boy bounded in front of his sister, shielding her from the flash of green light, and the world exploded.

Voldemort was screaming, pain…so much pain. He was ripped from his body, placed in a state between life and death, and pain, more pain than that of ripping his soul in seven. So much pain…

The boy was glowing, basking in a green light that he himself seemed to be releasing, his sister screaming. The cottage was falling to pieces, a piece of debris falling from the ceiling, slicing Jayme's arm open, blood spattering the bars on the crib: She screamed louder.

A small voice from the front of the room whispered, "Jayme…Harry…."

The Muggles were told it was an earthquake that hit the Potter cottage that day. The Wizarding world, however, knew better: it was the cause of powerful magic. But what they did not now was how every Potter living in that house…had survived.

Chapter I redo, done.

Chapter II redo, coming up.

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