A/N: So this would be the part of the backstory. This would be the main part and snippets afterwards will be spread along future chapters. Next chapter will be back to the present day. As always, thanks for your reviews and support! Expect the next update next week!

Halloween, 1980

Voldemort pondered this day. Today was the day that the prophesy told of a boy that would defeat him. Well, if he was to kill the boy before he could walk, that should destroy the purpose of the prophesy. If the prophesy is correct, then if he killed the boy, then there will be no one with power to oppose him. Voldemort had to thank that Death Eater, what's name again? Yeah, Wormtail. He managed to find out which wizards were having a son today. Today, the Potters and the Longbottoms were going to have a baby boy each. Now who is the one with the power? Voldemort decided it didn't matter; they were going to die anyways. Killing them now was going to save his followers two less to kill in the future.

Voldemort knew he wasn't going to be able to kill both of them at the same time. The Longbottom boy was already home. He would kill him first. But there was the Potter boy… once he killed the Longbottom boy, the Aurors would most likely hide the Potter boy. No, Voldemort needed to kill them both… Voldemort pondered an idea for a moment and then summoned two of his followers.

Two robed and masked followers entered the atrium that housed Voldemort. They promptly bent down and kissed the hem of Voldemort's robes and said in unison, "Why have you called for me my Lord?"

Voldemort gestured for them to rise, "Rise. Wormtail, Alecto."

They both rose and looked at their Lord.

Voldemort quickly planned; Wormtail will kidnap the Potter baby and bring it to him so he can kill the boy when he was back from the Longbottoms. Alecto will follow Wormtail and if he defects; she will kill Wormtail and get the Potter boy herself. Voldemort himself will go to the Longbottom's and kill the Longbottom boy today.

Voldemort looked at Wormtail, "Tell me Wormtail, will you ever defect from your Lord?"

Wormtail shook his head, "No my Lord, my allegiance is with you. I am no friend of the Potters."

Voldemort then looked at Alecto, "Tell me Alecto, will you ever defect from your Lord?"

Alecto replied, "No my Lord, my soul, my will, and my mind will always be at your disposal my Lord."

Voldemort nodded subtly, "Today the wizarding world will lose two boys from two Pureblood houses. However, they are traitors. I will strike the Longbottoms myself. However, Wormtail, I have something more important for you to take care of."

Wormtail eagerly nodded, "What will you ask of me my Lord?"

Voldemort replied, "You will take the Potter boy from St. Mungo's and bring him here. Do so and I will reward you greatly Wormtail. Fail me and your screams will be heard from here to hell itself."

Wormtail again nodded eagerly, "I will do as you command, my Lord."

Voldemort responded, "Good. Wormtail, you may leave to do as you are bidden."

Wormtail bowed and left.

Voldemort then faced Alecto, "Alecto, you are to follow Wormtail. Make sure he takes the Potter boy and bring him here. If you see any movement that Wormtail is not going to do it or trying to save the boy, kill him. Kill him and bring the boy to me. Fail to bring the boy alive to me Alecto and you will face your Lord's wrath."

Alecto bowed, "I shall do as you have bidden my Lord."

Voldemort nodded, "You may leave now Alecto."

Alecto bowed again and left the atrium. Voldemort meanwhile smirked; no mere boy was going to defeat him! He was going to make sure they never survived to reach their potential.

Wormtail meanwhile inwardly shivered. He was condemning a baby to death. "My Lord promised me greatness and it starts by handing my Lord the boy." he told himself. Every time he felt self-doubt, he repeated the same mantra. Wormtail knew whatever gods out there that were looking just damned him to hell; but he was promised greatness. Wormtail made sure nothing got into the way of such a dream; finally, something he had wished for some time. Power! Fame! Gold! The mantra increased and Wormtail completely deluded himself; he was now ready to head out and do the deed.

Alecto waited until Wormtail left before she started to follow him. So far, she didn't need to kill the imbecile, but she waited. She inwardly grinned; when Wormtail leaves with the Potter boy, she was going to take him and bring the boy herself to her Lord. Oh how her Lord will reward her! She would just simply tell her Lord that Wormtail had defected and Alecto had to kill him.

Wormtail arrived at St. Mungo's maternity ward. Completely forgetting about what his Lord promised him for the moment, a tendril of guilt wormed its way into Wormtail's mind. He was going to condemn a baby to death. A mere baby… but in retrospect, Wormtail realized greatness was going to be attained through pains of another. Then, his thoughts fell into colluded murkiness and made no sense; just the human reaction of justifying the murder of a baby.

Wormtail waited and waited. The sounds of celebration were heard; signifying the birth of the Potter boy.

James Potter was probably the happiest man on Earth. Sitting in his hand right now was his own little baby boy. He tickled the baby and got a giggle in response. How cute! James then laid the baby on the small bed for him.

James spoke to Sirius, "Hey Padfoot, look at this! It's our new addition to the family; how about Prong's Jr.?

Sirius grinned, "Why not? After all, we'll make sure he'll follow Daddy's footsteps, am I right little Prongs?"

Sirius cuddled the baby boy and cooed at him, earning him a giggle too. Setting him down, he nodded, "Yeah Prongs, we'll make a Marauder out of him one of these days."

James cuddled the baby to his faced and cooed again.

At that moment, the youngest Potter decided that pissing into his father's face was the best idea. James hurriedly put the baby down and rushed to the sink, "Hey! What was that for Prongs Jr.!"

Sirius and Remus laughed, "Hah! Told you Prongs we'll make him a Marauder, he already knows where to start! And we haven't taught him anything yet!"

James sputtered indigently, "Hey! You'll get your own one of these days and see who is laughing then!"

Sirius shook his head, "Nah, you know me Prongs, always will be a stag."

Remus sighed, "I wish I could. But thanks to my furry problem…"

Sirius patted Remus on the back, "Hey, no worries Moony! We can get some firewhiskey and drink the brains out of our heads! No worries, just a bottle of firewhiskey and wasting the night away!"

Remus rolled his eyes, leave it to Sirius, "Yeah, maybe I'll do that later. So you guys heard about Frank and Alice yet?"

James replied, "Yeah Moony, they had their boy earlier and they're already home. Nice and healthy little boy. Hey, that reminds me, we haven't even gotten the crib yet!"

Wormtail meanwhile miserably sat, waiting.

Hours passed before the festivities died down and James, Sirius, and Remus were asleep in the waiting room. Wormtail took this as his chance. He put an invisibility cloak over himself and crept over to the cribs that had newborn babies laid there. Wormtail slowly slunk over each crib and scanned the names, skipping every one of them until he reached the intended crib labeled Harry James Potter. A sliver of doubt was still on mind, but Wormtail shoved it off; he was already this far; he should do it. No, he WILL do it, he convinced himself. He peered over at his friends in the waiting room and casted stupefy at each of them. Now confident there are no witnesses, he stupefied the baby. He then lifted the baby from the crib and immediately fled from St. Mungo's. By the time a guard noticed that a baby was missing; Wormtail was long gone. Really long gone.

Wormtail ran as fast as his little legs could carry him. Before he could be a couple yards away from St. Mumgo's, Wormtail was stopped by a green flash of light.

Alecto gleefully cackled. The fool had done all the hard work for her. Now she would get the boy and bring him to her Lord. Alecto took the baby from the lifeless hands of Wormtail and apparated back to her Lord's headquarters.

Voldemort meanwhile had apparated to Longbottom Manor. He raised his hand and blasted the wards at the manor apart.

Frank Longbottom was a very happy man; maybe tying for the happiest man on Earth with James this day. He had left his wife and son in the room upstairs; now he sat and looked through some paperwork that had accrued during the day. A bang and Frank looked around in alarm; the wards had fallen! He quickly ran upstairs and saw his wife had felt it too.

Frank looked into his wife's face, "Alice, I don't know what's going to happen; but you are to promise me that you will hide Neville. No matter what, keep him safe."

Alice nodded, "I will Frank."

An explosion downstairs signified the arrival of the intruder.

Frank then seized his wife's face and gave her the hardest snog he ever gave her and withdrew, "Promise me Alice, no matter what, our son's life matters more. If I get cut down, run Alice. Keep Neville safe."

Alice's composure cracked, "You can't be-"

Frank sternly interrupted, "We don't have much time. Just promise me Alice!"

Alice nodded and some tears fell, "I will Frank."

Frank nodded, "Now keep Neville safe."

Frank Longbottom departed the bedroom, not realizing that was the last time he would see his wife and son. He first crept downstairs and went into the living room to find the Dark Lord himself waiting.

Voldemort tapped his foot on the floor, "I have been expecting you Frank Longbottom."

Frank quickly put on the defensive, "What do you want Voldemort?"

Voldemort chuckled, "Brave… brave. Brave, but foolish, as with all Gryffindors Frank. Tell me Frank, what does it feel like to know that I will kill your son in a couple minutes?"

Frank composed himself, "At least I died in protecting my son."

Voldemort walked a couple steps, "But your son will still die."

Frank's anger though started to leak, much to Voldemort's glee, "You WILL NOT HARM MY SON."

Voldemort cackled, "Oh but I will Frank Longbottom. You know that this will be the last conversation-"

Frank didn't speak anymore and hurled a severing charm at Voldemort's head. Voldemort deftly avoided the curse.

Voldemort continued to chuckle, "Come on Frank; let the anger fuel you; consume you."

Frank roared, "YOU WILL NOT HARM MY SON! AVADA KEDAVRA!"

The sickly green flash of light flew towards Voldemort, who against deftly avoided it. The wall behind Voldemort exploded.

Voldemort stopped chuckling, "Now it's my turn Frank. CRUCIO!"

The red light flew towards Frank, who avoided the curse and shouted, "DIFFINDO!"

Voldemort had the helm of his robe cut off. He retaliated with multiple curses, "CRUCIO! CRUCIO! CRUCIO! CRUCIO!"

Frank moved deftly, but one red beam of light hit him. Instantly, Frank fell to the floor, convulsing in pain. But he did not scream. He tried to stand up, but Voldemort again shouted, "CRUCIO!"

Frank writhed on the floor, but did not yield.

Voldemort chuckled, "How Frank are you going to prevent your boy from being killed now?"

Frank glared hatefully at his torturer in front of him and spat blood at him, "Fuck you Voldemort. You know what they say; dust to dust."

Voldemort cast another crucio at Frank, whose mouth started leaking blood, but still he didn't scream. "You are wrong Frank. I have cheated death."

Frank looked at Voldemort fearfully and replied in a slurred voice and kept coughing blood, "Donth ell e dat Ugorn… shith… ou anage tu mak orcuxs."

Voldemort smirked, "I did Frank. And you know how many horcruxes I made? No, I don't need to tell you. Goodbye Frank Longbottom, your short pitiful life along with it. AVADA KEDAVRA!"

And with that, Frank Longbottom was no more.

Voldemort then went upstairs, fully knowing that the boy was in the bedroom at the end of the hall. He opened the door and saw the mother cowering over the little boy, who cried at the commotion.

Alice cried when she realized Frank was dead, "FRANK!"

She then directed her attention to Voldemort, "YOU FACELESS BASTARD!"

Voldemort chuckled, "Goodbye Alice Longbottom, AVADA KEDAVRA!"

And with that, Alice Longbottom was no more.

Voldemort knew he had no more time for games and quickly pointed his wand at the boy in front of him. Big innocent eyes looked at the stick in between his eyes.

Voldemort said the fatal curse, "AVADA KEDAVRA!"

And a man fell to the ground, his curse having rebounded.

And with that, the boy-who-lived was born.

(Meanwhile at Voldemort's headquarters, Riddle Manor)

Alecto Carrow waited for her Lord to arrive. But then, she felt the mark burn. And it burned and burned… she felt the pain for a couple minutes and then it subsided. She cried in realization, her Lord was no more. The mark quickly lost its life and color, signifying the death of her Lord. A crying baby shook her from her misery; what is she to do with the boy? Her Lord commanded her to bring him here, but now her Lord was no more. She wasn't instructed to kill the boy or anything. After thinking for a few minutes, she grinned and picked the baby up. In a few years, she had something to play with. Oh, she had to tell Amycus; they were going to have a toy to play with in a few years.

And with that, they renamed the boy Alan Carrow.

A/N: And if you're saying that Voldemort actually attempted to kill Harry in 1981, I know, but this is my story and this is an AU story. There will be very little if any canon. If you don't like, don't read. Simple as that...

As always, thanks for reading!