Unnamed as yet Chapter 1

A/N Everything should be explained within (as it's seriously AU), but if there's something you don't understand ask and I'll be happy to explain :) oh and also, I will use parts of the actual book throughout this (some edited slightly and some not) and I'm not meaning to plagiarise, I'm using it to make my writing more authentic...ok?

Disclaimer - Nothing belongs to me :'(

Voldemort's POV

February 1980 - 5 months until Harry is born

"The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches...born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies...and the Dark Lord will mark him as his equal, but he will have power the Dark Lord knows not...and eiter must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survives...the one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord will be born as the seventh month dies...". I pulled myself from Snape's mind, mentally effing and blinding, even though my exterior remained calm. Goddamn it! I thought, frustrated and angry that my reign of terror over the magical world may be cut short...by someone not yet born. Goddamn!

"My lord..." Severus ventured but I cut him off before he could go any further.

"You may leave Severus, this has been most useful". I waited until the heavy door had closed before casting wards and letting my emotions loose. I could practically see the dark magic rolling around me in waves, my anger was so tangible. I let my magic loose, destroying and repairing everything in the room in a destructive cycle until I felt calm enough to unravel the riddle. Old Dumbles had heard the prophecy, and although Severus had come as soon as possible, that plus the time wasted in my anger management has given him a solid head start. The meaning of it was quite clear of course, that there was someone, who would be born in July, who would have the power to 'vanquish' me. Now, I wasn't exactly worried by that - vanquish wasn't kill, and anyway, I couldn't be killed. However, any prophecy deserved looking at as they tended to have a habit of not saying what they truly meant...

Ok, so, those who have thrice defied me, I puzzled. Obviously some from that stupid, meddlesome Order...but the question was who? Actually, 'those' so a couple who have, together, defied me twice...after a few minutes of contemplation, I had come up with two possibilities - the Longbottoms, Alice and Frank, or the Potters, the mudblood Lily and James. Now all I needed was to find out which of them were expecting a baby and I would be set; kill the baby (preferably before it was born, just to be on the safe side) and probably the rest of the family, for completeness. Now, the meaning of vanquish...it could be the obvious 'kill and be done with it', but that would be near impossible to do - this unborn child would have to find, and destroy, my five horcruxes, which no one knew about, and then kill me. But vanquish could also be taken to mean temporarilly destroy - which would make far more sense in regard to the horcruxes. I hadn't really done any research as to what would happen if I died in my mortal body...but it didn't look like it was going to be a problem in the near future, so I didn't dwell on it.

I called Severus back into the room - I wanted him and some others from my inner circle to find out which of the women was pregnant, so I knew who to kill. After explaining what I needed him to do, I relaxed into my dark green sofa...mulling over this child. He would have power I knew not? Impossible, I thought, no one is as powerful as me, and I had dabbled in so many branches of magic, it seemed highly improbable that there was on which would give the brat enough power to kill me that I hadn't tried already. And tis 'neither can live while the other survives'? Well the solution to that was obvious wasn't it? I kill him before he is old enough or powerful enough to defend himself. But mark him as my equal...that was tricky...what could it mean? No, what seemed like the simplest idea was kill him before he is born. That gave me five months. Five months to locate, track and kill one woman, and her baby. Plus her husband, if he's around...always good to finish the whole lot of them off.

January 1981 - Harry is 5 1/2 months old

I had been tracking (and regularly losing track of) the Longbottoms and Potters for nearly a year. Severus had confirmed that both the woman were pregnant - so I couldn't even put all of my efforts into tracking one group, no, I had to track both. And then a load of my stupid Death Eaters went a got themselves thrown in Azkaban - the imbeciles! No, all in all, it had not been a good year. Yes, I was gaining power, and the Order looked like they were slipping - losing members left right and centre, but still. I. Was. Not. Happy. The two young boys - Neville and Harry, never left their homes, both of which were under the Fidelius Charm, and their parents only left once in a blue moon themselves. All, I scoffed to myself, I needed to do now, was find the secret keepers for both the families, and go and kill them, but they were keeping it well hidden - my men's prying had revealed nothing, and it was looking like I would have to resort to kidnapping any member of the blasted Order I came across and torture them to see if I could find who their secret keepers would be. Undinified, I know, but I was getting desperate. My last attempt to lure them out went completley wrong, I had to torture a few followers for mucking up so badly.

The plan had been to attack one of the known Order safehouses - I had originally been against the idea as it was outing information we had held for quite some time - and hope that the children were dumped at the headquarters, at which point we would wait for everyone to enter the anti-apparition wards surrounding the house, trap them there and move onto the headquarters, where there would be less people to kill in order to get to the children. But some complete and utter idiot (Lestrange) had let himself be seen outside the headquarters, so they figured out our ruse, and decimated our numbers in a battle at the safehouse. They only had two fatalities as opposed to our 13, and what was worse was who they were. Lily and James Potter. Dead. I very nearly lost control when I found out. Now, we hadn't a hope in hell of finding the boy, and knowing my luck, he would turn out to be the one the prophecy was referring to. I'd lost track of him quickly - he was almost certainly stashed away in a Fidelius residence with his godfather - the werewolf and the mutt. Goddamn! The only glimpse of light at the end of the tunnel was our hostage from the battle - a Martine McKinnon. We knew she was a member of the Order, and had been tracking her to see if she disappeared at any point to see either the Longbottoms or the Potters. We hadn't started work on her yet but we hoped that she could provide information about secret keepers.

Only two days into her torture, McKinnon had cracked and I was elated - she didn't just know who the secrect keeper was, she was the Longbottoms secrect keeper. Obviously Dumbles had overestimated her will power under torture - we had originally ruled her out as secrect keeper as she wasn't particularly well protected, which would have been useful considering how weak she was. I now knew the location of the Longbottom's home - 32 Erinyes Close, Godrics Hollow. Now I had to decide what to do with McKinnon, she had undoubtly been an invaluble source of information, but she didn't seem swayed by our talk of spying and we didn't trust a memory charm not to be broken by old Dumbleface. It looked like we were going to have to kill her. Such a shame. However, we needed to be subtle. I wanted to track the house for a bit longer, to ensure I could kill them all, so just killing her would ensure that the Order knew that I knew that McKinnon knew where the Longbottoms were. No, we needed another plan. It was actually Severus who came up with the final idea. Send a letter, (obviously her handwriting), to Dumbles saying her and her family were taking a holiday so she could recover from her ordeal of escaping from our clutches. Kidnap the rest of her family. Hold them all hostage for a bit (McKinnon, her husband and her three kids) before brutally murdering them all in their home, leaving a Dark Mark behind. It would look like we had taken revenge for her escaping, not that we were covering our tracks after getting information out of her. And the plan worked perfectly. By the end of February, I was ready to attack the Longbottoms. McKinnon had been dead three weeks.

1st March 1981 - Harry is 7 months old

It was actually depressingly easy to kill them all, in the end. I walked up to the house, not bothering to disguise myself (although I did get some strange looks from the muggles) and saw them sitting in the living room, Frank making coloured smoke puff from his wand to amuse his son whilst he chatted to his wife. I opened the door quietly and was in the room with them before they knew I was there. I killed the father straight away - he had far to much of a big mouth to be any use to me - but I offered his wife, then widow, a choice. She could give me her son, and she could live...be my spy, or she could die, just like her husband had, just like her son would. Being the idiotic Gryffindor she was, she chose the second option. Pity. I had pushed her aside to get to the boy, who was making the most God awful noise...probably the trauma of seeing his father dead on the floor next to him...but as I went to kill him she stepped in front of me, begging me to kill her instead.

"Don't you understand you insolent woman? I need to kill him. Now step aside you stupid girl." But she didn't, so I killed her. The child was now silent, staring up at me with a trembling lip. Waiting for his parents to jump up and save him no doubt. But they didn't. I smiled and the boy's eyes widened. He reached out his arms - as if he was asking for a hug - at the same time I uttered the words that should have made me invincible, killed my only enemy.

"Avavda Kedavra". And then a flash of light. And nothing. The last thing I heard was the brat's wail, and it echoed inside my mind for what seemed an eternity. And then it stopped, and suddenly, I was alone.

A/N I have no idea what to call this fic so if anyone has any ideas...?