Disclaimer: The novel Harry Potter, nor any of the characters or ideas pertaining to it belong to me; they are the sole property of the one and only J.K. Rowling.

A/N: This is my first attempt at fanfic, so please be kind. I am sure my ideas have probably been done before, and if there is some resemblance to anyone else's stories, I apologise it was most unintentionally done. I have no beta, so any mistake here is mine alone. Please read and review – It makes me feel special… Anyway on with the show.

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Prologue

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In a small little town known as Godric's Hollow lay a small little house; though despite it's undeniable presence, it was not visible to just anybody, as this very house was under the Fidelius Charm. Its present occupants were currently in a peaceful slumber, blissfully ignorant of the direction their lives would soon take.

"Good morning love" the man with the messy raven black hair said to his wife as they slowly awoke to the soft rays of the early morning sun. Before his beloved wife had a chance to reply, they were both rapidly awoken from their sleepy state by the loud cries of a young boy, of almost one year of age, who was none other than their baby son, Harry James Potter. Although it is not typically an unusual occurrence for a baby to scream and wail, for the Potters it was rather out of the ordinary. Harry was always a very well behaved child, most definitely a trait inherited from his mother. It so happens that Harry Potter's favourite Quidditch mobile had stopped turning, and so it was assumed that this was the reason for the unnatural disturbance.

The day continued as usual, or as usual as can be when one has gone into hiding, with the minor exceptions of a certain young boy who was noticeably more disgruntled than usual and his mother, Lily Potter who seemed quite agitated. Lily Potter was indeed rather fidgety as she was attempting to find the words to tell her husband some news of a rather important nature, but did not quite know how.

Though James Potter was as usual quite oblivious to the inner workings of his wife's head, he did however notice how irritable his son was as he observed him over the top of the newspaper he had been reading. As such, James made an attempt to calm him by holding him and bouncing him up and down. As this particular method did not seem to work as it usually did, James sought the council of his wife "Lily" he said, "Do you think there might be something wrong with Harry? He's been acting oddly all morning".

Instantly putting aside her previous musings as she snapped into mothering mode she quickly began examining Harry, attempting to ascertain whether there was any sign of sickness in her young son. She determined after many minutes that there did not seem to be anything wrong with him and said as much, "maybe he's just worn out" James suggested, "perhaps" she murmured as she pursed her lips together in thought "although I don't know why he would, he isn't usually tired at this time of day, it seems a bit odd, though perhaps I am just over thinking things as usual, you know me, the constant worry-wart". To this James replied "Too true" and was promptly whacked over the head by his wife in response to his comment.

"I'll take him up for a nap then, and hopefully he will be better by dinner"

Reassured that everything seemed fine James returned to The Daily Prophet, and resumed his reading. He proceeded thus until one particular article caught his eye, he re-read the article multiple times to make sure he was reading correctly and let out a strangled cry, the words bringing tears to his eyes.

Lily, hearing her husband's cry became worried and turned, leaving her son whom she had just laid down; consequently she didn't see Harry's mobile begin to move seemingly of its own accord nor did she see the troubled look in her son's emerald eyes.

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As Lily scanned the paper, she let out a scoff and rolled her eyes, "James, I hardly think your team losing a Quidditch match is deserving of such a reaction and besides, this paper is a couple of weeks old, a lot could have changed since then" she said as she stared up at him.

"Lily..." he managed to stammer out "turn the paper over"

Giving him an in inquiring look, she complied, and her eyes widened with alarm as she beheld the ghastly photo of their best friends, Frank and Alice Longbottom, their eyes seeming hollow and blank. Beside the photo lay an article entitled "Two of our best Aurors ruthlessly tortured by Voldemort's forces – Who will be next?" She scanned through the article as quickly as she could, but as she reached the end she found that she had comprehended naught of it. As she read again, more slowly this time, she was finally confronted with the horrifying truth. In shock Lily let the paper fall to the floor, and was quickly enveloped in her husband's arms as she broke down, muttering "it can't be true" over and over again as the tears fell from her eyes in a never ending stream.

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"WORMTAIL!" his master yelled as a shivering lump appeared in front of him, "I DEMAND YOU TELL ME THE LOCATION NOW!" Voldemort's voice was steadily rising as his irritation increased.

"Yes M...M...Master", Wormtail hesitated as a slight guilt began to eat away at him, to betray the only friends he had ever known was a huge sacrifice on his part; but as he looked up timidly at his master and beheld the fury evident on Lord Voldemort's imposing face, he quickly determined that betrayal was perhaps the wisest course of action if the wished to preserve his miserable life.

"Yes Master" he said with considerably more composure, "I will tell you, I do not wish to fail you my Lord" and the man who quite obviously was lacking a backbone rapidly informed his Maser of that which he wished to know. With this development, the Dark Lord's face which moments before was contorted in a look of absolute fury, had now formed a haunting smirk, and, for Wormtail it was difficult to determine which was more frightening. So with a hastily contrived bow, the rat scampered away as fast as he was able, to hide away until he was again required by his master.

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As Lily awoke and lifted her head form the cosy nook of her husband's arm, she felt a faint hope that what she had experienced had all been a dream; but as she looked over and beheld the paper sitting on the floor, the tears began to fall anew. It was worse than a nightmare. It was reality.

The silence that permeated the house however was quickly broken by an ear-piercing screech, which was enough to wake even James, after a moment of confusion to her sleep-clogged brain she realised it must have been Harry, Lily was really starting to worry about him.

Lily Potter's worry would rapidly increase as she walked into her son's room; Harry had propped himself up in his bed and was staring into space, his eyes were misted over, and his body seemed to be exuding power. Harry slowly stood as everything in his room began to swirl around him he muttered three words with such force Lily took a step back, "WANT DADDY NOW" and with that he promptly disappeared, leaving Lily standing alone in his room looking bewildered. Lily was rapidly broken out of her stupor as she heard James yell "LILY WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH HARRY?!"

As Lily bolted down the stairs she was confronted by her husband who was standing in the front hall staring disbelievingly at their oblivious son. As Lily reached James they shared identical looks of confusion mixed with worry and a hint of fear, as they tried to comprehend the actions of their son. Harry was indeed in a most peculiar pose, with his hands flat on the ground, still staring into space, he appeared to be in deep concentration. His parent's fear multiplied as a golden coloured mist exuded from their son's fingertips and trailed along the floor until it reached the soles of their feet, in alarm they tried to move away, but found they were stuck, they could not move a muscle as the mist continued to slowly envelop them. The mist then completely consumed Harry before exuding a final bright burst of light and disappearing from sight, though the Potter's still could not move.

At this moment the door of their house burst inwards, showering Harry with splinters and debris, some even drawing blood, but he did not appear to notice. In swarmed the Dark Lord's followers, surrounding both Harry and his parents, the majority initially assuming a position to attack what they perceived to be the most formidable threat... Lily and James Potter. Upon discovering the Potter's were unarmed and that they appeared not inclined to react, the Death Eaters crowed over their victory and awaited the entrance of their master. Lord Voldemort finally emerged through the decimated doorway, that same sinister smirk still present on his face, "Well, well, well, the Potter's who would have thought Dumbledore's closest followers would ever be at my… mercy" he paused and cackled evilly. Perceiving then the defiant look in both their eyes his patience quickly wore thin, as his lips began to purse in anger he said "Bow down to me and I may even consider making you deaths reasonably painless... BOW DOWN TO ME NOW!" Seeing both the Potters still standing motionless, Voldemort rapidly grew tired of his game and decided to dispose of his latest toys.

Voldemort, consumed as he was with securing his glory, paid very little attention to the small boy crouched on the ground as he entered, nor during the above speech did he perceive his followers rapidly begin to fall to the ground bound, gagged and unconscious. So focused was he on his power over the elder Potter's, he had quite forgotten his reason for being there.

Raising his wand, Voldemort aimed at Lily Potter, as he resumed taunting James "Potter you stupid fool, this is what comes of marrying a mudblood, now watch as she dies before your eyes". The Dark Lord was rather amused now, he had finally elicited some reaction in the eyes of James Potter; a mixture of emotions was burning there, that of hatred for the man who held the wand and an expression directed towards Lily, one Voldemort couldn't comprehend, that of love. With glee the Dark Lord spoke the deadly curse "Avada Kedavra".

What happened next caused confusion in the minds of three people, the other person in the room looked completely unconcerned, while the rest were quite oblivious to it all, as they lay unconscious. As the curse came hurtling towards Lily Potter it began to disintegrate, completely fizzling out before it reached her.

Angered and bewildered Voldemort yelled in rage, casting the curse over and over again, but it would not reach her, she would not die. Harry Potter, who now appeared to be struggling with something, and looked quite weakened if you looked close enough, lost his footing and stumbled backwards as he tripped over a piece of debris, thus drawing the Dark Lord's attention.

Voldemort, changing tactics, decided to go after easier prey; he aimed his wand at the young boy, but something was wrong, there was no fear in the boy's eyes. Voldemort concluded that the boy must be stupid, everybody feared him! Reassured with himself he raised his wand to deliver the final blow, but the same thing happened, the curse seemed to just dissolve.

Angered beyond all reason now that his favourite curse had failed him, he stood fuming and resolved to blow something up, just to relieve some of his anger so he could think with more composure.

Up until this point Voldemort was quite oblivious as to the state of his loyal followers; turning around now however and observing his army's incapacitated state brought something to the Dark Lord's eyes that had not been seen there in quite some time. Fear.

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A young man at this time running through the door caught the Dark Lord's attention; Voldemort, naturally assuming this young man was the cause of all his recent troubles, fired the killing curse at the lone figure.

It so happens that this was how a certain Sirius Black found himself on the deadly end of the Avada Kedavra curse and all Lily and James could do was watch.

Unluckily for Voldemort, though perhaps we should say luckily for Sirius, the Dark Lord underestimated Harry Potter.

A piece of door was conveniently flung in the path of the deadly curse, and showered Sirius with some rather large chunks of debris, which became lodged in his stomach. Buckled over in pain Sirius fell to the floor. This particular event caused Harry's concentration to momentarily lapse and because of this moment of uncertainty his shields weakened slightly. Voldemort had in fact noticed the young boy's movements, and for the first time he began to get a suspicion of the truth, that the boy was the culprit of his recent failures. The Dark Lord sensed his opportunity, as he saw the boy falter, so he aimed the killing curse again and this time it found its mark.

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As the curse reached his skin, Harry put all the power he had left into his shield, causing the curse to rebound into Voldemort's unsuspecting face. They fell to the floor as one.

The shields surrounding Lily and James cracked with the force of the shock wave and they were flung against the stairs; the last sight they saw was Sirius crawling towards their son before losing their fight against unconsciousness.

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A/N: okay so that was quite dodgy and slow, but I promise it will get better (well at least I hope it will). Please remember to review. Please read the next chapter entitled... "Dump Galore Hesham Bake"