Contemplations of a Phoenix
Summary: Voldemort never heard of the prophecy. Lily and James never died. Harry was never The Boy Who Lived. But Voldemort was practically destroyed, but not by Harry. AU, but tries to follow cannon as much as possible.
Prologue:
Voldemort felt cooped up. He needed a kill. He hadn't been out for a while and the few scum bags he had killed were just left overs from the Death Eater's attacks. He desperately wanted fresh meat to attack, fresh unsuspecting people. He didn't care who. So he decided that he was going out. He was the Lord Voldemort, the greatest dark wizard the world had ever seen, and he wasn't going to worry about being caught now. Yes, he would go out and have himself a killing spree. He grabbed a cloak, for it was cold outside, as much as he wished he could be immune to the weather, some things still affected him. And that bothered him greatly. That would have to change in time, but for now, he just wanted to kill. He disapparated straight out.
When he appeared again, he was in front of a house that was quite quaint, with a bright glow coming out of the windows from the fire light. He advanced to the door and blasted it open, destroying the tranquillity of the neighbourhood. The family had been in a back room of the house, but heard their front door explode. The man rushed his wife upstairs to get their child, while he would ward off the intruder as best he could. Little did he know that he was to face Voldemort himself. When the man rounded the corner he immediately came face to face with the Dark Lord and found himself at the wrong end of his wand.
"Avada Kedavra!" hissed the intruder and a look of shock and recognition crossed the man's face as he realised this was Voldemort. His face changed to look panic stricken as he felt his life ebbing away and worried for his wife and child. Voldemort smiled with satisfaction as the man fell, dead, before his feet. He had forgotten how much fun this was, and looked forward to a night filled with deaths similar to this. He advanced around the corner, from where the man had come from, and found a stair case leading up to another level. He ascended it and went towards the only room with a light on. Silly woman, didn't she realise that the light was a dead give-away? He pushed the door open and found the woman bent over a polished wooden cot. She quickly turned to face him as she heard the door open.
"Please," she pleaded. "Don't hurt my child! Please, I'll do anything!"
"Would you be willing to die for it?" Voldemort taunted back.
"Yes! Yes, anything! I love her! Take me instead! Please!"
"Silly woman. Don't you know I would kill you both anyway? But since you're so desperate to die for this stupid infant, I'll allow it. Avada Kedavra!" The woman screamed and fell to the floor. Voldemort advanced on the cot. Now for his favourite part, to kill the defenceless baby. He looked into the cot, down at a baby girl, who looked to be around a year old. She was lying on her side with her back to him. He smiled. This was like taking candy from a baby, or rather, just plain killing a baby. He raised his wand to utter the killing curse once more.
"Avada Kedavra!"
A green light shot out from his wand and hit the girl in the back above where her heart should be. But instead of penetrating the skin and flowing into her to kill her like the spell would normally do, the green light bounced back off her and hit Voldemort square in the head. Caught totally off guard, he felt his power drain, his body diminish, and all that was left was a ragged soul. He swept out of the house as fast as he could, to find a safe haven.
The baby girl was left lying on her side, crying from the sudden shock of the spell. On her back, on the left side, above her heart, glowed a fresh wound, in the shape of a lightning bolt scar. Moments later, an elderly man apparated into the room, half-moon glasses resting on his nose. The elderly man gathered the infant into his arms and tried to shush the terrified wailing of the little girl.
"Shhh, now, now, it's going to be all right, little Phoenix, you'll be OK," he consoled the little girl, trying to comfort, knowing she felt the loss of her parents even at the young stage of her life.
"You're safe now."
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AN: OK, so this is the start of an idea I've had floating around in my head for the past couple of days. I know the whole idea of Harry not being the boy who lived has been soooo over done, but hopefully my take on it wont be too bad. So hope you like it, you can expect an update within two weeks. Also, please excuse my spelling of the Killing curse if it is wrong, as I couldn't be bothered to look it up and check. If anyone wasnts to review and tell me how it should be spelt, please do. Otherwise feel free to review for any reason you might have!
