Chaos Theory

Prologue

It has been said that something as small as the flutter of a butterflys wing can ultimately cause a typhoon halfway around the world. Well, can one mis-aimed curse can change the lives of the wizarding world?

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Two mothers, one holding the hand of he beloved in a private room in St. Mungos, another on a ward in a muggle hospital in an attempt to hide from the father. Both at the same time, gave birth to tiny children, both innocent, unknowing of their fates lying ahead of them.

At exactly 11:58 pm, on the 31st of July 1980, Harry James Potter and Xaviere Maria Riddle were born.

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Cooing at her child, Maria Amicus rocked her back and forth, seeing just a hint of her father in her, in those eyes. Research during Hogwarts, and the help of a de-coding spell led her from Tom Marvolo Riddle to Voldemort. After trying to inform the Ministry, she was captured, and taken straight to Voldemort. 'TMR raped you. You have a child. Don't try to remember.'. That was all she had of the experience after obliviating herself, and retreating into the muggle world. She had no idea how she escaped, but she wasn't going to try and find out.

Stroking her childs head, she slowly stopped rocking as Xavieres breathing slowed to a steadier pace, and her eyes fluttered closed. Smiling, Maria flicked her eyes to the calender. She was fifteen months old today - 31st of October 1981.

Slipping Xaviere into her crib and kissing her on the head, Maria stretched and relaxed into her old, worn rocking chair. She had a small cottage in Claw-By-The-Sea, a muggle village after the Dragon Pox outbreak in 1970. Being a half-blood, her muggleborn father and pure-blooded mother had taught her all about the muggle world. When she was eleven, she thought it would never matter, she was going to Ravenclaw, she would be fine. She glanced over at Xaviere and smiled. One day, she would grow up without the threat of Voldemort. And that fact made her smile.

The sudden blast of the door from downstairs shocked Maria out of her soothed state, and she flicked her wand out from its holster. Casting a quick silencing charm on her now crying child, Maria cast a permanant sticking charm on the door, which only she could undo. Grabbing her nappy bag, Maria began bundling Xaviere up as she heard the foreboding steps coming towards her. Twisting on the spot, Maria cried out as the anti-apparation wards twisted her chest. Summoning her portkey from across the room, she put her wand on it and muttered "Xaviere Maria Riddle". Expecting the familiar jerk from behind her navel, Maria screamed as the portkey glowed blue and broke in half.

Attempting to unravel the anti-apparation wards, Maria heard a cold, cruel laugh as Voldemort blew open the door. Shielding Xaviere from the blast, she felt the scrape of shrapnel across her face.

"Ah, so this is.. my heir."

"NO! LEAVE HER! DON'T! TAKE ME INSTEAD!"

Voldemort laughed again, a high, cruel, humourless laugh. "Ah, but I need no heir. I am immortal, why would I need a succesor? And a... female at that."

"NO! PLEASE, NO! I'LL TAKE AN OATH! LET HER LIVE!"

Voldemort looked her in the eyes, and cast the killing curse. "AVADA KEDAVRA!"

Maria Amicus collasped to the floor, her eyes glassy and unseeing. Picking up the crying child, he placed her in the crib.

Aiming his wand at her, Voldemort cried "AVADA KEDAVRA!"

Not bothering to look, all he heard was the crying suddenly stopped. He ignored the burning smell and the crack from behind him. Ignoring it as the old house breaking from the overpowered blasting curse, Voldemort walked away, once again the last of the Slytherin line. Smirking, he left to go destroy the last threat to his power, Harry Potter.

Hours after Voldemort had left, and people around the country were celebrating, Xaviere Riddle woke up and began crying. Muggle police finally found her, and was taken after a hospital check up for the small cut on her left wrist, was taken to Alexandra Orphanage for Infants.

That night, as Harry Potter rubbed his forehead and whimpered on his relatives doorstep, miles away, Xaviere Riddle grabbed her wrist and cried. A sudden wave of calm then pulsed through them as they sighed and fell asleep.

At Hogwarts, Albus Dumbledore looked at the strange readings coming from one of his monitors, and after scrutinizing it decided it had probably malfunctioned. Sighing and donating it to Hagrids nifflers, he sat down and mourned for James and Lily Potter.

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Sorry if its a bit short, but this is just the prologue. I am looking for a beta, and am in no need of a Brit-picker. Review if you like, but I'll still update if you don't. I'm writing for myself, and for you, but it would be nice.

- Me