AN: Okay, this is my first Harry Potter story so hope you enjoy. I do have another story which is Percy Jackson and will be updated soon.
The new moon, humbly present, softly illuminated the dark streets. Shadows cast themselves, reflecting the small country styled cottages. Children ran enthusiastically down the cobble stone streets. A timid gate creaked in the distance. Simultaneously, a crow circled overhead, its cry reminiscent of a mournful tune. For those who noticed it, it was as though an omen was soon to plague their lives Nevertheless, the children embraced it all, running and sharing a joke amongst one another. The spirit of October 31st had engulfed their senses.
It was to this scene that a soft pop echoed down a dark, empty alleyway. A tall, thin man appeared there, he had midnight black hair that looked windswept, but yet stylish, he had piercing blue eyes that flashed a terrifying crimson as he looked over at the kids. He wore a black cloak that seemed to radiate darkness and expensive looking black boots that were tinted a slight green, dragonhide. His cloak had a crest on it that seem to be of a snake. He was none other than the most feared dark wizard of the century, Lord Voldemort.
He set of at a fast pace down the street, his boots making a soft clicking sound each step he made. All the parents took one glance at him and then grabbed their children before hurrying away. The man gave a brief amused glance at an old wooden sign that identified the village as Godric's Hollow. How ironic that the one destined to defeat the great heir of Slytherin will die in the village named after the original defeater of Slytherin, was the thought running through his mind.
He reached the end of the street where there was one house by itself that the man knew that no one else would be able to see. It had an old little wooden fence, small plants in the garden almost overrun by weeds. The house itself was two stories, made from stone; the faded red roof was covered in snow, giving the whole house a peaceful view.
Voldemort reached into his robe and pulled out a pale white wand, which shone like a beacon in the night, it looked almost exactly like a human bone. He waved it once over the gate which swung inwards, creaking loudly into the night, as if warning its owners of the incoming danger. The dark lord walked forward and looked into the front room which was most definitely a living room.
The room had blue walls, nice brown floorboards with cream furniture, all which looked expensive. On the walls were photos of a little baby boy with a tuft of black hair and gleaming emerald eyes, but what interested the Dark Lord the most was the two people in the room. One, a young man, aged twenty at most, with messy black hair, hazel eyes that had a mischievous glint to them and stylish new glasses. He was shooting multi-coloured sparks out the wand for the child on the couch who looked the same as he did when the photos were taken except now he was laughing and clapping. As Voldemort watched he saw a woman walk in and start to talk to them. She was skinny with flaming red hair and the same blazing emerald eyes as the child.
After they talked the woman grabbed the baby and walked out the room whilst the man yawned, threw his wand on the couch then stretched. This was the moment the Dark Lord had been waiting for as he walked to the door with his wand out. As he blasted the door down the church's bells went off, signalling that it was midnight. The young man ran out yelling 'It's him, run Lily, take him and go, I'll hold him off', in his desperation the man forgot that he had left his wand behind. Voldemort snorted in amusement before raising his wand and saying the last words the young man will ever hear, 'Avada Kedavra'. An eerie green light filled the room, illuminating the young man's pale and horror stricken face, before his eyes went blank and he crumpled to a heap on the floor, dead.
Lord Voldemort walked past the body, glancing at it disdainfully as if it was the most pathetic thing he had ever had the misfortune to see. As he walked up the stairs the sound of hysterical sobbing and shuffling sounds reached his ears. Reaching the top floor the Dark Lord went to the closed door from where the sounds were coming from. He shot a white beam from his wand that completely obliterated not only the door but all the stuff stacked behind it in a pitiful attempt to stop him. Sneering, Voldemort entered the room.
At the end of the room the baby was in the cot sleeping peacefully with only the woman, Lily, in the way. 'Not Harry, please not Harry, anything but Harry, take me instead' She pleaded in a desperate attempt to save her son. Tears streaking down her face as her arms were thrown out either side of her to block her son from view. The Dark Lord scowled at her before raising his wand and killing her in the same way her husband died.
Voldemort stepped over the body without a second glance, before carefully pointing his wand right between the eyes of the boy. The boy opened his eyes before staring at the stranger calmly, doing something that no one has never done before, he unnerved the great Lord Voldemort.
Maybe it was the look in his eyes, or his overall appearance but something about him made Voldemort stop, and pick him instead. 'You are going to be my heir, Harry James Potter' Whispered Lord Voldemort, staring at the baby. A cold wind rustled down the streets below, stirring the leaves as many people old and young, felt a chill down their spines. That one sentence changed the course of the future, for the better or the worst.
Hundreds of miles away, the best friend of the now murdered father sat astride his flying motorbike, flying south towards another friend for a weekly check-up. This man had a mane of black hair, twinkling blue eyes and a nice black leather jacket over his white top and skin tight denim jeans. Sirius Black had these meetings because the safety of his best friend and his family depended on Peter Pettigrew keeping their house a secret.
Arriving at Peter's house Sirius got down and looked around, everything seemed to be in order. Peter lived in a small cottage in the middle of a forest to hide himself from others. The small rundown cottage seemed to be perfectly fine so Sirius walked up and knocked on the door. After a minute of silence he knocked on the door more urgently calling Peters name. A few minutes passed before Sirius gave up and blasted the door of its hinges, and then he entered the dark house.
He looked around, the bed was made, there were no dishes, nothing was missing and there seemed to be no disturbance. After five minutes of searching he found a note on the fridge in Peter's messy scrawl. It had just two words on it, I'm sorry. That was all, Sirius read it and cursed loudly, they all figured Remus, another friend was the spy, not Peter. He ran outside, he had to get to James', his best friend's house before it was too late, cursing Peter all the way. Grabbing his bike, he quickly shrunk it before putting it in his jacket pocket. With a loud crack he was gone.
With another crack he appeared in Godric's Hollow outside James' house. He fell onto the floor immediately with a howl of misery and anguish that pierced the once quiet night once he saw the dark mark, a serpent coming out a skull, over his friend's house with the door blasted open. He sobbed uncontrollably for five minutes before stumbling blindly through the door with a thin unreasonable ray of hope.
Seeing his friend he fell to his knees once again and put James' head onto his lap, cradling his dead friend's head with gentleness that many didn't know he possessed. He knew he had to find Lily and Harry, he owed that much to his dead friend. He carefully put him back down before continuing up the stairs. Seeing the wood shards over the ground where the door used to be to Harry's room, he started to run. Reaching the room he saw Lily spread eagle over the floor, glassy eyes staring at the roof, hair spread out before her, looking like a pool of blood in the night. A new wave of misery crossed over his features as he slowly walked over to the crib, scared of what he might find.
Shock was the most heavily displayed emotion on his face when he reached it. It was empty. He frantically looked around the room for Harry before searching the house for any sign of him. He couldn't believe it Voldemort took him. He couldn't get the images out of his head of what could be happening to him right now. His mind making up more and more gruesome pictures, as he shook his head in denial, his mane of hair flying everywhere as his eyes gleamed from misery and partial insanity.
The next morning, people all over Wizarding Britain received the Daily Prophet from the post owls, expecting the normal news, not this. The front page article had many people crying, screaming with frustration and howling in misery, but yet some smirked and laughed at the news.
The front page had a massive picture of the House in Godric's Hollow with the door blasted in and the dark mark floating overhead, giving the house an unnatural green glow. The Article read like this:
Dark Lord Strikes Again, Potters Dead
Last night at midnight, many people were celebrating happily having no idea that something dark and sinister was happening. The Potter Family, James and Lily Potter, age 21, and their son Harry were at home hiding under the fidleus charm, used to make a place invisible unless the secret keeper divulged where it was to you, scared that You-Know-Who was after them.
At exactly midnight Lord Voldemort came to their house after finding the secret from friend-turned-traitor, Peter Pettigrew, and blew the front door down. Killing James Potter first, HeWhoMustNoBeNamed continued up the stairs where he breezed past a hastily made barricade into the baby room. It was here he killed Lily Potter who died defending her son.
Here is where the mystery begins, Sirius Black, age 21, best friend of James Potter and Godfather of Harry Potter, found them first after learning about Pettigrew's betrayal. Upon arrival, he noticed Harry Potter was missing. What did You-Know-Who want him for? Why did he take him and not the other Potters? Harry Potter is missing, presumed dead.
Sirius Black declined comment whilst Minister Fudge and Albus Dumbledore spoke to us. Minister Fudge had this to say 'This is truly a tragic event that is sure to affect many people', while Dumbledore said, 'this was a devastating attack by Voldemort that shows us that we must band together to win this war, I give my condolences to friends of the Potters'.
For more on the capture of Peter Pettigrew see page 2
For more on the life of the Potters see pages 3 and 4
For more on the Fidleus Charm see page 5
For more on Sirius Black see page 6
For more on Peter Pettigrew see page 7
For more on the war see pages 8 and 9
AN: So hope you enjoyed it, Pls review with comments, suggestions, critiscism, hell even flames, all are good for me. If you want you can give me an OC which I will try to put in.