Chapter 1
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A chilly wind swept through the darkening road of Godric's Hollow. Autumn's fallen leaves swirled in an invisible whirlpool, emulating a whisper of sound into the otherwise empty night. Observing the calm and unassuming neighbourhood was a towering figure cloaked in darkness. If one looked close enough, they would observe small tendrils of what looked to be liquid shadow, dancing over a taunt and pale complexion. However, no one got that close and lived, for the being in question was the self-proclaimed Dark Lord Voldemort. Lord Voldemort was the epitome of evil and cruelty within the wizarding world. No one had stood up to this man and lived, but for a select few.
As he continued his determined pace down the street, his pale red gaze swept swiftly across the scene, then the Dark Lord paused, before smirking in satisfaction and striding swiftly down the lane; his robes swirling rhythmically beneath his silent, stalking steps. The object of his desire was the small cottage that sat at the end of the lane, invisible to everyone except him. It was obviously home to a family with children, if the small collection of toys on the grass was anything to go by. As he observed this, the Dark Lord's eyes gleamed with an assumed victory. The boy was here.
The proud wooden door, still shining with the gloss of new red paint was the only obstacle between the Dark Lord and his now panicking quarry. A flick of the yew wand he now bore in his long fingered hand destroyed this weak barrier and he strode into the hall. A slender figure bearing bouncing red hair disappeared up the stairs and a raven haired, bespectacled man skidded into the hall, standing strong. The Dark Lord sent a green pulse of light out of his wand, which was swiftly intercepted by a hastily conjured brick wall. He sniffed in annoyance, and brought both hands up and with a pushing motion, released a great wave of energy that threw each individual brick back towards James Potter. He heard a yelp, and then saw a thin shield form, but without hesitation threw another green pulse of energy.
The cloaked figure then stepped confidently into the hall, a smirk threatening to break across his face as he stepped over the fallen body and began to climb upstairs. He could feel someone trying to apparate and portkey against his wards, but it was in vain. He finally reached the upstairs landing and found himself before a closed door, which glimmered dimly with strong wards of protection. He almost laughed at her audacity, but refrained before blasting it, in a similar fashion to his first timber buffer.
Lily Potter finished setting up the ritual with a drop of her blood on her son's forehead. It would anchor her soul to Harry in the event of her imminent death, and assuming that You-Know-Who used the AK on Harry, would be sent off to death instead of him. All that was needed was the final phrase…
The Dark Lord entered the room to see the red haired witch that Severus requested standing over the boy. "Not Harry, not Harry, please not Harry!" "Stand aside you silly girl … stand aside now."
"Not Harry, please no, take me, kill me instead - "
"Not Harry! Please … have mercy … have mercy… "
He did not have time for this. "Avada Kedavra!"
Had he not been watching the boy obsessively, he would have seen her eyes glass over a split second before the curse hit her. The now soul coated baby started to cry as his mother fell to the ground. He did not like this game. The red-eyed stranger turned the magic stick to him and cackled a cold, high pitched laugh and whispered with glee "Avada Kedavra."
In the following seconds, soul magic in concentrations never seen swept in that small room in Godric's Hollow, causing the strong walls to crack with strain. The sickly green light struck a small necklace on the chest of the small boy, entering it with a swirl of energy. A silence followed in which the Dark Lord watched with shock and confusion. The resulting explosion rocked the surrounding area with intensity only before matched by nature as the soul protection released the energy it absorbed. The Dark Lord found himself suffocating in a searing heat as he tried in vain to scream. The boy however remained, with a small light beginning to grow in intensity from the struck necklace that had been disillusioned on his chest. In a high-pitched scream of energy the small, raven-haired boy was whisked away into the highest energy portal ever to breach the dimensions of time and space. It kept going past the usual limits of 70 hours and ripped itself from the mystical grip that kept the body of present and future combined. And so the boy tumbled and tumbled back in time, landing with a soft pop floor of the same room he had left, but for one fact. The date was no longer 1981.
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