This is the first fic I've ever actually posted, so don't criticize me to much in your reviews. Ummmm……..I have the next chapter written out already but I'll only post it if I get reviews, so please review.
It was Halloween, and a young couple was playing with their fifteen-month old twins. The family was in hiding because of a prophecy that stated that a child "born as the seventh month dies" would be able to defeat the Dark Lord. However, there was another boy besides the twins that had been born at the end of July, and there was no way to tell as of yet which of the three was the prophesied one.
The twin's names were Harry and Jamie Potter. They seemed to be normal toddlers until you saw them float their toys to their cribs, or even change the colors of things they were playing with. Harry was the oldest son and his parents thought him to be a squib, as his accidental magic seemed to be non-existent. What they didn't know was that he simply preferred to be quiet and alone, unlike Jamie who was often showy with his magic and quite loud. Jamie was everybody's choice for the prophesied child, as he seemed to be an extraordinary wizarding child. Neville, the third child, was so normal it was assumed, without any doubt at all that he was not the one mentioned in the prophecy.
As it grew dark that Halloween night, Harry and Jamie's parents gave the boys their nightly bath and put them to bed. The boy's bedroom was as any child's is likely to be, brightly colored and full to bursting with toys. After tucking them in, Lily and James withdrew to the living room to talk about the war….and the prophecy.
It was nearing midnight when the sounds of someone walking up their gravel driveway became audible. There was only one person it could be.
"James…."Whispered Lily, her face ashen, knowing who the person in their driveway was, and fearing that knowledge.
Before he could say anything, Harry's screams rang out through the house, only succeeding in cementing their fears. Harry rarely cried, and his doing so now scared them.
"Lily, get the boys and leave. I'll hold him off as long as I can."
Lily looked at him, quite reluctant to leave him, but reluctant to stay as well.
"Go! Now!"
The door burst open as Lily ran to and then up the stairs. James could see a tall figure standing there, its face obscured by the hood of the cloak it was wearing.
James wasted no time in brandishing his wand at the figure, which in turn wasted no time in wandlessly attacking him. James was considered on of the best aurors, yet he was rendered unconscious within moments.
Lily heard James hit the floor, and cried while she rushed to Jamie's crib first and picked him up. Holding him close to her, she made her way to Harry's crib, only to stop half-way there when the door was flung open.
"V-V-Voldemort!" She practically screamed his name in fear, looking between him and Harry.
Voldemort only chuckled, while taking in his surroundings. Moving closer to Lily, he started to speak. "Just hand over the children, and I will let you live."
She just shook her head wordlessly, clutching Jamie even tighter causing him to whimper in his sleep.
He smirked at that, and shook his hand, putting Lily to sleep, and letting her fall so that she cushioned Jamie with her body. Turning to Harry, he smiled sardonically, and cast the killing curse. Avada Kedavra.
A green light flashed from his wand towards Harry, where to Voldemorts surprise it dissipated, leaving Harry lying in his crib wide eyed, but still alive. However, Harry had been left with an unusual scar on his forehead in the shape of a lightning bolt.
Footsteps sounded up the stairs, announcing the coming of someone walking cautiously up the stairs.
Voldemort leaned down to Harry, and whispered in his ear, "I will come for you, you'll see." With that, he was gone.
James stood in the door way, just moments after Voldemort had vanished, staring at Lily and Jamie, who lay on the floor sleeping. Harry had stood up, and was hanging on to the edge of his crib, watching.
Hours later Albus Dumbledore, Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, arrived to find Lily, James, and Jamie in the living room awaiting his arrival.
"It was Jamie Albus! He killed You-Know-Who! He's the prophesied one!" Exclaimed Lily.
"Well of course he is. We all suspected that he would be. Now, where's young Harry?"
James gasped, shocked that he had forgotten his own son. Unfortunately, Lily had not.
"He's sleeping peacefully in his crib. Right now Jamie needs our attention. Our full attention."
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