Prologue
On July 31st in 1980, it seemed to be a most splendid day. Lily Potter had finally given birth to two handsome baby boys. When they were both placed in her arms, she looked down at her two sons. Both of them took after their father, James, with his black, unruly hair. The oldest had her nose and mouth, but James' eyes and face shape. The younger one looked almost identical to her husband, but when his eyes opened as he let out a small cry, she could see her own striking green eyes.
"Our handsome boys! Oh, Lily, they are just perfect," James said in a whisper. He put his hand on her shoulder.
"They certainly are handsome. I carry them for nine months, and both of them look just like their father," Lily said jokingly. She let out a small laugh. Without looking away from her newly born sons, she said, "Happy birthday, Henry Grant and Harry James Potter."
Things went well for the Potter Family. James and Lily had decided that Remus Lupin would be Harry's godfather and Sirius Black would be Henry's. Remus and Sirius both were ecstatic; as soon as they laid their eyes on the two boys, they were already wrapped around their small, chunky fingers.
Everything was going great. A year and two months had rolled around, but they were forced into hiding as the Dark Lord started to gain more power. They had been hiding for about a month when the Dark Lord had found the Potters' location, and on Halloween of 1981, he went to Godric Hollow to kill the child meant to destroy him.
Rather than killing James and Lily, Voldemort cursed them into a deep sleep. When they woke, their sons would be dead. What better punishment for their defying him than to take their firstborns?
But something rather strange happened as the Dark Lord approached the two toddlers. He could already feel the magical core of little Harry whereas Henry's was much weaker in comparison. He pointed his wand at Harry's forehead before speaking the unforgiveable words. "Avada Kadavra!" The green light left the tip of Voldemort's wand, but as if the child were a mirror, it exploded on impact and rebounded at him. He let out a shrill cry as he took a few shaky steps backwards before finally falling over.
Both boys were screaming as the aurors finally showed up at their house. Dumbledore's spy had alerted him at once of the Dark Lord's plans, and he had wasted no time getting to Godric's Hollow. A few of the aurors started to shake Lily and James Potter to wake them and check their vitals. Dumbledore continued up the stairs until he was inside the twin boys' nursery.
The corpse of Voldemort laid in the corner, unmoving. Henry had a large cut on his forearm in the shape of a "v", and on little Harry's head, he had a lightning bolt shaped scar above his eye. Dumbledore picked both of them up in his arms to quieten them. He rocked them gently in his arms. "Shush now. You are both going to be perfectly alright, I assure you," he said.
As soon as they were awake, Lily and James ran up the stairs in a panic to see their sons. As they skidded to a halt at the doorway of the nursery, Dumbledore turned to them. "Voldemort has been defeated, and I do believe it was little Henry here who did it. Why, he has the scar to prove it!"