A/N: This is my third Harry Potter fic, and I couldn't help but wonder what
would happen if Voldemort had managed to dodge the rebounded killing curse
meant for Harry, and, well, you'll find out soon enough.
Disclaimer: The idea's mine, everything else belongs to the one and only JK Rowling.
Prologue
A man with messy black hair was standing by the door to a room, listening as the pounding footsteps grew closer.
"Lily, go! Please!" he pleaded with his wife, a woman with long auburn hair.
"I'm not leaving you!" she said back firmly.
"Lily, please!"
"I can't - I won't - leave you to face him alone!"
"Lily, take Harry and go! It's him! Go! Run! I'll hold him off -"
Lily gave in. Nodding slightly, she grabbed a small baby boy, her son Harry. She stumbled out of the room with her son, tears streaming down her face. She didn't look back, because she knew if she did, she wouldn't be able to carry on.
Suddenly there was the sound of a door bursting open, and a high-pitched cackle of laughter. She knew that Lord Voldemort, the most evil wizard, possibly in all of history, had killed James her husband. She also knew that she had to keep running, for little Harry's sake, if not anyone else's, if not her own.
Just at that moment she heard a noise behind her. She turned; placing Harry on the ground behind her, to face the person she knew would be her murderer.
He was surely the most repulsive person - if you could call him a person - that had ever lived. Lily knew what he really wanted, but her maternal instinct wouldn't let him kill her son, or at least not whilst she still lived.
"Stand aside," hissed Voldemort.
"No! I will not let you kill my son!" she said, trying to keep the terror from her voice.
"What chance do you think you will have against me?" asked Voldemort.
Lily was starting to get desperate.
"Not Harry, not Harry, please not Harry!" she pleaded with the Dark Lord.
"Stand aside you silly girl ... stand aside, now!"
"Not Harry! Please ... have mercy! Not Harry! Not Harry! Please - I'll do anything -" Lily was starting to get hysterical now, but she had to protect her son at any cost.
"Stand aside - stand aside, girl -"
"No! Not Harry!"
Voldemort sighed. That fool Dumbledore would be here in a minute, as would the Ministry of Magic. He had to get this over quickly. He may have been able to face the ministry, and beat them, but Dumbledore was a whole other matter.
"Avada Kedavra," hissed Voldemort, shooting a green bean of light out of his wand, killing her, then he turned his wand toward the baby, who was looking at him with big, green eyes.
"Avada Kedavra!" he hissed, and as before a beam of light shot out of his wand, but something surprising happened.
The beam hit the baby sure enough, but suddenly it rebounded off him, heading straight back to him. Voldemort dodged quickly and as soon as the spell had passed he looked at the baby.
Voldemort gulped. If it hadn't been for instinct, the beam of light would have hit him, coming close, but not quite, to killing him. The boy before him had to have amazing power. No one, not even a fully grown wizard, let alone a baby, had ever survived the killing curse.
He kept looking at the baby shocked, but then arrived at a decision. If young Harry Potter was to grow up on the side of good, his chances would be really low, but, if he were to grow up to be evil, then his chances would greatly improve.
That settles it he thought firmly. He would adopt this boy as his own, bringing him up to be evil.
Voldemort reached down and grabbed the baby, saying the incantation for the dark mark at the same time.
"Morsmordre!"
Slowly a green skull with a serpent sticking out of its mouth rose in the sky as Lord Voldemort left the scene below.
A/N: I know that was un-Voldy thing to do. In fact, if Voldemort had survived the rebounded curse in one piece, he would probably have just tried again, but this is my fic, and I'm making him out to be smart. Please R/R!
Disclaimer: The idea's mine, everything else belongs to the one and only JK Rowling.
Prologue
A man with messy black hair was standing by the door to a room, listening as the pounding footsteps grew closer.
"Lily, go! Please!" he pleaded with his wife, a woman with long auburn hair.
"I'm not leaving you!" she said back firmly.
"Lily, please!"
"I can't - I won't - leave you to face him alone!"
"Lily, take Harry and go! It's him! Go! Run! I'll hold him off -"
Lily gave in. Nodding slightly, she grabbed a small baby boy, her son Harry. She stumbled out of the room with her son, tears streaming down her face. She didn't look back, because she knew if she did, she wouldn't be able to carry on.
Suddenly there was the sound of a door bursting open, and a high-pitched cackle of laughter. She knew that Lord Voldemort, the most evil wizard, possibly in all of history, had killed James her husband. She also knew that she had to keep running, for little Harry's sake, if not anyone else's, if not her own.
Just at that moment she heard a noise behind her. She turned; placing Harry on the ground behind her, to face the person she knew would be her murderer.
He was surely the most repulsive person - if you could call him a person - that had ever lived. Lily knew what he really wanted, but her maternal instinct wouldn't let him kill her son, or at least not whilst she still lived.
"Stand aside," hissed Voldemort.
"No! I will not let you kill my son!" she said, trying to keep the terror from her voice.
"What chance do you think you will have against me?" asked Voldemort.
Lily was starting to get desperate.
"Not Harry, not Harry, please not Harry!" she pleaded with the Dark Lord.
"Stand aside you silly girl ... stand aside, now!"
"Not Harry! Please ... have mercy! Not Harry! Not Harry! Please - I'll do anything -" Lily was starting to get hysterical now, but she had to protect her son at any cost.
"Stand aside - stand aside, girl -"
"No! Not Harry!"
Voldemort sighed. That fool Dumbledore would be here in a minute, as would the Ministry of Magic. He had to get this over quickly. He may have been able to face the ministry, and beat them, but Dumbledore was a whole other matter.
"Avada Kedavra," hissed Voldemort, shooting a green bean of light out of his wand, killing her, then he turned his wand toward the baby, who was looking at him with big, green eyes.
"Avada Kedavra!" he hissed, and as before a beam of light shot out of his wand, but something surprising happened.
The beam hit the baby sure enough, but suddenly it rebounded off him, heading straight back to him. Voldemort dodged quickly and as soon as the spell had passed he looked at the baby.
Voldemort gulped. If it hadn't been for instinct, the beam of light would have hit him, coming close, but not quite, to killing him. The boy before him had to have amazing power. No one, not even a fully grown wizard, let alone a baby, had ever survived the killing curse.
He kept looking at the baby shocked, but then arrived at a decision. If young Harry Potter was to grow up on the side of good, his chances would be really low, but, if he were to grow up to be evil, then his chances would greatly improve.
That settles it he thought firmly. He would adopt this boy as his own, bringing him up to be evil.
Voldemort reached down and grabbed the baby, saying the incantation for the dark mark at the same time.
"Morsmordre!"
Slowly a green skull with a serpent sticking out of its mouth rose in the sky as Lord Voldemort left the scene below.
A/N: I know that was un-Voldy thing to do. In fact, if Voldemort had survived the rebounded curse in one piece, he would probably have just tried again, but this is my fic, and I'm making him out to be smart. Please R/R!