The Plan, a Harry Potter Fanfiction
Disclaimer: I do not own the world of Harry Potter, the right belongs to JFK and Warner Bros Entertainment.
Prologue
Thirty-five years, two months, and sixteen days.
Thirty-five years, two months, and sixteen days filled with endless research, traveling, and plotting. And now, with his prey, helpless, in front of him, his plans had finally come to fruition.
The road to this hadn't exactly been easy either. After he'd been denied the Defense Against the Dark Arts job by the headmaster, he'd mostly spent his early years in hiding. Sure, he still had his personal group from Hogwarts, aptly named Death Eaters, but he still needed to lay low and get out from the watchful gaze of Dumbledore. In fact, if it weren't for Dumbledore, he was certain that he would've taken over Wizarding Britain my now. Sure, he still had his Death Eaters, but Dumbledore held so much influence in the political scheme that he could rustle up an army at a minute's notice. That was a huge reason why he had to travel so much, to recruit other humans and dark creatures to serve in his eventual army. The vampires? Check. Giants? Check. Harpies? Check. Any dark creature that had been prosecuted by the Ministry of Magic had been inclined to join in his cause. Of course, it wasn't like he was going to do anything about it, but they didn't know that, and nobody was going to tell.
After he'd finished recruiting, he spent years undergoing various dark rituals to slowly increase magical power. It was along this time where he started making his Horcruxes, mostly of rare objects that had significant impact on the history of the Wizarding World, such as Ravenclaw's Diadem and Slytherin's Locket. So far, he'd made six, but if today's plan worked perfectly, it would now be seven, and he would be virtually invincible.
That was why today was so important. About two years ago, one of his agents, a greasy man called Severus Snape, had overheard a prophecy prophesying the arrival of a child born as the seventh month dies. Apparently, neither can live as the other survives, so it seems that Voldemort had to deal with them himself, as they were both children.
After a few months of info-gathering, Voldemort's agents had discovered two families that matched the terms, the Potters, and the Longbottoms. After days of deliberation, he'd decided that he would go to the Potters first, and then after he'd dealt with them, he would go "visit" the Longbottoms.
The plan failed at first, since he failed to account the protections the Potter would have. Of course, he could've overpowered any normal wards they had, but unlike most of his other victims, they were smart enough to use the Fidelius.
After researching for hours upon hours on how to bypass the Fidelius, and finding nothing, the solution came to him; literally. Peter Pettigrew, named Wormtail by his old Hogwarts friends, came to him with the information that he'd been made the Secret Keeper by the Potters, and that he would betray the Potters in exchange for protection. Basically, he was just a giant coward. But still, Voldemort was one to waste opportunities, especially ones that came with their own accord, so he had given Wormtail what he wanted. Of course, he would retract that promise at his earliest convenience, but for now, he was safe.
Once Wormtail had revealed the secret, Voldemort immediately headed toward Gordric's Hallow. He'd always knew that their house was there, but because of the Fidelius, he couldn't exactly see it. But now? The Potters were at his mercy.
The male, James he believed, had posed a bit of a challenge to him, with his specialty in transfiguration delaying him quite a bit, but still, it was nothing he hadn't faced before. The other one, a female this time, had surprised him by not even trying. She didn't even raise her wand, for Merlin's sake. All she'd done was beg, beg for mercy, for humanity, for anything she could think of. Yet, one thing she never begged for was her own life, choosing instead to do anything she could to protect her children's lives.
"Not the children! Please, I'll do anything," she had begged.
Too bad that it was actually the children that he was after and a quick Stupefy took care of her.
And now, his plans had come to fruition. Nearly twenty years in the making, Voldemort's plan to become invincible was now about to be completed, with this last Horcrux. And the victims? One of the two nearly identical boys lay before him. One of them had hazel eyes, and the other had green ones. Both of them had messy black hair, just like him when he was still at Hogwarts.
He was confident that he had chosen the right family. From what he'd heard, the Longbottoms were just a bunch of duffers, not even deserving of the Gryffindor name. No, the Potters were much more qualified and had accomplished much more. The parents were the Head Boy and Girl back in the day, and their offspring had already begun showing signs of accidental magic.
"Imagine what you could've been, Harry."
With a final flourish, Voldemort raised his wand and said those two fateful words.
"AVADA KEDAVRA!"
SBSBSBSBSB
A tall man with long white hair suddenly appeared at Gordric's Hallow, with him a stern looking woman. Along with long, flowing robes, they both had urgent looks on them, both of which only intensified when they saw the unconscious body of a certain James Potter.
Without a thought, the witch ran to the prone body and started shaking him.
"P-Proffesor McGonagall?" he asked. "W-What happened?"
McGonagall grimaced when he said 'Professor' but let it slide, as there were more pressing matters at hand.
"We don't know. The wards were tipped off, and we apparated here as soon as we could."
At this point, the old man cut in.
"What do you remember, James?"
"All I remember is dueling someo- LILY! Dumbledore, Voldemort is after the children!"
Dumbledore sat up with a grim look on his face.
"Minerva, stay here with him. I'll go find them.
"Alright, but do be careful, Albus."
SBSBSBSBSB
Inside the house laid a horrific scene. Tables and chairs were strewn everywhere, and the limp body of Lily Potter lay on the ground.
A loud gasp could be heard beside him, where Minerva and James had joined him.
"Is … Is she dead?" James asked.
"No, just stunned." Albus replied in an answer.
"How about the children?"
Albus gestured toward the ground behind Lily, where the two children lied. The one with the hazel eyes had a small scar on his arm, seemingly shaped like a trident, while the other was seemingly unmarked.
"It seems that Daniel has saved us all."
CHAPTER END
Well, that's the start of my second story. I'd already written almost halfway through first year, so updates should be common. No promises though. Also, if you see any mistakes or ways to make this a better story, please review to tell me.
Thanks in advance.
-MoNL *edited on 7/11/13 – Reason: A much better hook, more showing, not telling, and just generally much better story.
