Child Of The Serpent: The Philosopher's Stone
Prologue
Disclaimer: I do not own the HP universe, cause if I did, Harry would be evil and Snape would be dead. But, a guy can dream, right?
- Godric's Hollow, Halloween, era of the Dark Lord Voldemort -
The man gasped in shock as his curse, his curse, failed and rebounded upon him. The pain was unbearable. The man screamed, yes, screamed, as he felt his tortured soul being split apart by his own curse, courtesy of a one year-old child.
He could not believe it. He, the greatest wizard of all time, had failed to kill a child. He, Lord Voldemort, feared throughout the land, had his own curse rebounded by said child.
Yet, all this was lost as the pain engulfed and overwhelmed him.
Voldemort could feel nothing else but pain as his very soul was torn into two, one part succumbing to the Killing Curse, the other barely hanging on.
As the pain finally ended, Voldemort fell to the ground, panting and gasping for the much needed relief.
When he managed to control the urge to crawl into the fetal position, his analytical mind set to work. How in the world had a one year-old child survived the said-to-be unblockable Killing Curse? Further yet, how in the world did he deflect it?
He was forever grateful to the many rituals which he used to physically alter his body, which was the only thing that saved him from the clutches of hell. Of course, that had come with a price.
Along with a portion of his soul, some of his magic had also been dragged before hell's gate, never to return.
This isn't good, thought the infamous Dark Lord.
Without his much needed magic at full strength, Albus Dumbledore, his much hated nemesis, could easily defeat him in a duel.
Voldemort looked towards the cause of his distress, the infant who had unknowingly helped tip the wheels of fate in favour of the Light.
The black-haired child was looking towards the tall wizard innocently, not a single tear having been shed throughout the whole time.
To be able to do that to me, this baby must have incredible magical strength, thought Voldemort, Perhaps...yes, that will be the best course of action for now.
Voldemort picked up the young baby, and walked out of the house. Setting fire to it with a quick incendio, the Dark Lord apparated away, child in hand.
That was the story, of how Harry James Potter, son of James and Lily, became Harry Salazar Riddle, heir of the Dark Lord, Voldemort...
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