My friend and I were texting stories to each other, and I came up with really good(if I do say so my self) oneshots, so I thought I'd post 're different fandoms, so I'll be posting different stories, not chapters in one large story. This one is called The Boy-Who-Lived.
Disclaimer: No soy dueño de Harry Potter.
Laughter.
That's what he heard as he glided up to their door. He looked inside the window on top, and saw a domestic scene playing out. A baby boy sat on his father's lap trying to catch the different colored smoke rings coming out of his father's wand. His mother was watching them, laughing. The father picked the boy up and gave him to his mother to bring him upstairs for bed. Voldemort unlocked the door, and glided in. The man started, and yelled to his wife.
"Take him and go, it's him! I'll hold him off!"
Voldemort swept towards him, wand outstretched. He spoke the words, and the father crumpled to the floor dead. Voldemort went up the the nursery, and blasted open the door. The mother was cowering in front of the crib.
"No, don't kill him! Please, don't kill him!" she pleaded.
"Stand aside you silly girl!"
But she did not move, and Voldemort killed her without a second thought, then turned his attention to the boy in the crib staring curiously at him.
"Avada Kedarva!"
The spell rebounded, leaving Voldemort a shade of his former glory, and leaving the little boy with a lighting bolt shaped scar on his forehead. This boy will be famous all over the wizarding world and will always be known as Neville Longbottom, the Boy-Who-Lived!
So, how many of you did I fool with Neville? ;)