Disclaimer: Hey guys, this is Taryn. It's been a while but I'm back and currently wracking my mind trying to figure out where I was going with this story. I attempted to update it slightly last night and fixed some errors and badly written parts. It seems really cliché and cheesy but I don't want to stop writing it if others are interested. So, should I keep going with it?

Chapter One: Forming A Legend

August 29th:1988:

Dark rain clouds plagued the night sky as the dark figure worked his way up the pathway of 17 Godric Hollow. Lightning struck the house next door and thunder boomed out in the night sky.

The front door opened easily with 'Alohamora'. It was locked as if they didn't see this coming.

The father was easy. He attempted to protect his family. He was too much of a coward to use an unforgivable. He tried to knock me down with 'Stupify' only to be hit in the chest with the killing curse,'Avada Kedavra'.

As I crept up the stairs, practically gliding, I heard rushed whispers of 'Shush, it'll be okay. I love you.' And I knew it was her.

The door swung open and she clutched the child to her chest. I didn't attempt to reason with her. She had her chance to explain, to apologize and she hid from me. She must pay.

My minion walked up beside me carrying a bundle on his back. He secured the room as I advanced on the crying woman.

"I gave you your chance." I hissed. "Avada Kedavra!"

A piercing scream filled the house as a bright green light filled the room. With that her body fell to the floor and the child crawled silently from her arms and looked at his mothers face. He was too young to know what had happened but he knew this was the last time he would see his mother. A tear fell down his cheek and he looked down.

"Why won't you cry?...Who do you have left to be strong for?" I yelled. This child…this abomination was trying to be strong. Then I heard it. A cry. A girl's cry. A baby girl.

I looked over to the crib and behind it sat the most beautiful baby girl. She had jet black hair and piercing blue eyes. Like mine. I automatically knew.

Picking her up, I turned to the boy.

"This is who you protect. Your so called sister. She is no sister of yours." I seethed. Raising my wand without a second thought, I descended on the boy.

"Avada Kedavra!" The spell hit the boy and rebounded onto me. I flew back into the wall, girl clutched in my arms. My breathing grew heavy and I looked down into her eyes. "Lucius. Take her. Keep her safe. Hide her."

Lucius, who had also been thrown against the wall in the light, got up and walked over to his master.

"Who is she, master?"

"My daughter."

I looked over to the crib and there he was. The boy. The boy who lived. Blood dripped down his forehead. A thin, yet deep, lightning bolt shaped cut ran down his forehead.

I stood up shakily. As I turned to leave with Lucius and my daughter, I heard a piercing scream come from behind me. I turned around and saw the boy glaring at me.

"My, my…you are so protective over which is not yours." He let out another scream and attempted to stand. Being barely a year old, he fell. Falling did not stop him. He was courageous and determined. As he went to get up again, I turned to Lucius. I could see my girl staring wide-eyed at the boy. Could it be, she'll miss him too?

She looked on as her 'brother' attempted to get up once more. His bright green eyes burned with the intensity of the situation. I could tell he wasn't going to give up soon. I turned and walked out with Lucius at my heels.

I failed to notice a single tear fall down my daughters face.

***

Dumbledore stepped up to the door of number 4, privet drive with a letter clutched in his hand. How could this happen? She was supposed to stay safe.

He turned and saw a tabby cat sitting on the wall.

"I should have known you wouldn't be far, Professor McGonagall." He smirked.

The cat slowly transformed into a woman. She straightened her hat and walked towards Dumbledore.

"Is it true?" She asked, worried.

"I'm afraid so." He replied, looking glumly at the letter in his hand.

"The girl?" She asked, a little more worried than before.

"Taken, by Voldemort himself. Hagrid is bringing the boy as we speak."

"Albus, do you think it wise to trust Hagrid?"She asked.

"Minerva, I would trust Hagrid with my life."

At that moment, a light appeared in the sky and gradually came closer. The light began to come into view. A motorcycle. An over-sized man riding the motorcycle came to a halt in front of Dumbledore and hopped off. He was holding a bundle in his arms; it looked especially tiny in comparison to Hagrid.

Hagrid took his sweet time handing over the child, he had tears pouring out of his eyes.

"Little tike feel 'sleep just as we were flying over Bristol. He was in a right state when I found him. 'Haps he was just sad 'cause of 'is folks. I would be." Hagrid announced, looking down at the boy.

"There's more to it than that Hagrid. It will be revealed to everyone in due time. Due time."

***

"Argh." Voldemort cried out in pain. Lucius stopped and turned to his master.

"What is it sir?" He asked, slipping the sleeping child into the bundle on his back, it was a tight squeeze, but she didn't mind. He knelt next to his fallen master.

"The boy. His power was strong. It has weakened me." He replied, hissing in pain. "Take her, keep her safe."

"Ill take her as my own child until you're stronger." He replied, being a loyal servant. He stared down at his master, crippled and defeated, desperately thinking of ways he could become a loyal servant.

"No. Leave her, with a family, here. She must not know of her heritage until this is over. She will be hunted down if anyone knew." Voldemort ordered.

"Yes sir. I will sir." Lucius replied and walked away, removing the small girl from the bundle.

Lucius peered over a fence and saw two people…A husband and wife…eating dinner. Perfect. They will keep her safe.

Lucius quickly scribbled a note and placed it and the girl on the doorstep of the house. He rang the doorbell and apparated away with a small 'popping' noise.

A man opened the door and looked down. He picked up the note and called his wife over.

"Rachel, honey, come here." John yelled curiously yet alarmed. Rachel walked over and saw the child. A look of shock graced her face as she bent down to touch the little girl's face.

"Who would do this?"

"I dont know, but read this."

Dear Muggle Family,

This child is extremely special. Leaving her with you is a great loss but it must be done. Her father is weak and her mother is dead. I trust you will take care of her as if she was your own.

We will be watching her as best we can.

Sincerely

L.M

Voldemort's Best

John looked at her wife as she read the note.

"Who's Voldemort?" She asked. He merely shook his head.

"Whats a muggle?" He replied.

***

Dumbledore placed the boy and the note on the doorstep of number 4, privet drive and looked at Hagrid and Minerva.

"It's done." Hagrid mounted his bike and Minerva skulked away into the shadows, returning to her previous form. She crept away, mewing softly in mourning for those lost that night.

Dumbledore rang the doorbell and left, apparating away back to his school and its inhabitants.

Vernon Dursley opened the front door, glaring. How dare anyone wake him at this time? He looked down and saw the boy. Picking up the letter, he tore it open violently, confused by the package on his doorstep.

Dear Dursleys,

I do not expect you to recognize this child, but I do however expect you to take care of him, for he is your nephew.

An incident occurred. James and Lily Potter were assassinated by Lord Voldemort. I'm sorry for your loss and I hope you do take care of this child.

Love him as if he were your own.

His name is Harry Potter.

Sincerely,

Albus Dumbledore,

Headmaster of Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry.