A wicked smile covered Voldemort's wicked face. Finally he would have no opponent to worry about. His eyes, already turning red from his obsession of power, flickered here and there as he approached the thought to be hidden home.
Entering unnoticed, he made his silent way to the den. There, by the fire, James Potter dozed. A quick Stupefy sent the Potter nuisance deeper into the unconscious.
Adrenalin flooding Voldemort's veins, he proceeded upstairs to find the mudblood and her abomination of a son.
He used the same easy spell to dispatch of Lily, knowing his Death Eaters would enjoy torturing the vile parents, he started towards the crib where the boy lay, silently watching.
Voldemort stepped over Lily's limp body, much to his horror he didn't quite clear her and he tripped. He went down to the sound of Harry's hysterical baby laugh. Anger coursed through every inch of his being as he pulled himself up by the crib.
He clutched his wand tighter, only to find that his wand was no longer in his hand.
As Voldemort searched the floor around Lily, not finding his wand, he got down on his knees and looked under the crib. Nothing. What happened? Where was it?
Harry squealed happily, causing Voldemort to look up at the young child. There, in Harry's tiny hand, was his wand. Voldemort leapt back to the crib, ready to wrench his precious wand from that beast's hand.
In mid air, Voldemort disappeared.
Hours later, James wandered into the nursery and knelt at his wife's side.
"Lily? Are you alright?"
"Fine," she mumbled softly, his touch on her cheek bringing her around.
Both rushed to the crib to check on their son. Harry slept soundly, snuggled up to a white teddy bear with red eyes.
"Now where on Earth did you get that bear, Harry?" Lily asked with a smile, her son so peacefully sweet.
As the two happy parents headed towards the door to go to their own room, James turned back to stare wide eyed at the crib.
"Did you hear that?" He asked Lily. When she answered 'no', James shook his head as if trying to rid himself of voices only he could hear.
He could have sworn he had heard his son sigh contentedly, "Voldie Bear."