As Voldemort approached a small cottage in Godric's Hollow, he questioned how someone so young could defeat him. Would he lose a duel? Possibly die of some ridiculously small action? Maybe he would die of…

The arrival to the cottage made him snap out of his thoughts. Time to eradicate all chances of that so called prophecy.

'How could someone so young have a chance of defeating the most powerful wizard alive?' thought Voldemort.

Entering the quiet house, he slipped through numerous wards. As if they could stop him! Some of these a toddler could break through. Embarrassing, really.

Voldemort slowly approached the two young babies.

'Now, which one looks more like a threat?' he mused. Looking at the twins, he noticed that they were completely identical. Deciding that the left one looked more menacing, he raised his wand.

"AVADA KEDARVA!" Voldemort screamed, suddenly falling down, and down into a dark hole, the last thing he remembered thinking, 'I really should have brought a gun.'

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Harry was bored. And tired. Definitely tired. There was something that he did… what was it? Well, why not sleep now. His mind drifted off into toddler dreams.

Charles was wide awake and started crying. What just happened? Why was Harry asleep? What was happening?

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James and Lily potter came back from a date night, practically skipping inside. "Doeley!" Lily called. "How are the kids doing?"

Getting closer to the kitchens, Lily could hear a faint banging noise accompanied with a "Bad Doeley! Very bad Doeley!"

'What happened?' wondered James. While he was wondering, Lily rushed into the kitchen. "What happened? Are the kids okay?" She asked. This only caused Doeley to wail more and scream about how horrible a house elf she was. 'If only she would tell us what happened,' thought Lily, feeling frustrated.

Suddenly, a loud shriek could be heard for miles around. Lily quickly went into parental overdrive, rushing up the stairs to see James, frightened out of his mind, staring at a dark cloak and a pile of ashes.

"Are you okay?" Lily demanded to her sons. "Me ocay, " sobbed Charles, practically bursting with tears.

"What about Harry?" Lily added. She looked over at her other son, and seeing his unmoving body, she had a horrible thought. "James, is he…"

"No, he has a faint pulse," James replied.

'Oh thank goodness!' thought Lily, relieved that both her children were somewhat safe. A few moments later, Albus Dumbledore flooed in, just recently noticing that some of his wards were taken down.

"Is everyone alright?" He asked, then leaning close to the babies, preforming diagnostic charms. It appeared that Charles was currently with a stronger magical core than Harry. That must mean that he would be the chosen one! Charles would have to be trained to defeat the dark lord.

But what to do with Harry? Considering his power, even a squib would be more powerful than that kid. He would have to be removed from Charles, but how? Considering that James and Lily would most likely want to stay with their child, he would just have to try his best to separate them.

"It appears that Charles is the one in the Prophecy, the Boy Who Lived! I advise you separate them and train him so if Voldemort comes around again, he will be defeated. "

"You Know Who is still alive?" questioned James. Didn't he just die?

"His goal was to become immortal. What do you think?" Dumbledore replied. Now just to convince them further. "I have checked the magical levels of Harry, and I believe he is a squib. I advise you move him somewhere else so that he will not disrupt his brother's training or harbor jealousy against him."

"Maybe we should," Lily said uncertainly. It was true that Harry would most likely get jealous, but… she steeled her resolve.

"Yes, we should, Lily." James softly replied. "It would be the best for them both. We'll just put him in a wing of the potter mansion, and, you know what, we might as well live there too."