The Bad (would be an understatement) Beginning
It was a dark night. The Potters, knowing what were to happen, sat shivering in the room of their new-born baby, Harry.
'He looks just like you, James,' said the woman, her words trembling ever so slightly.
'But his eyes are just like yours, Lily,' the man called James, smiled, just a little bit.
Thunder clashed outside, and the house shook violently. James and Lily looked at each other worriedly. But for a while, just a little longer, they wanted to stay like this, watching their baby breathe, as he slept soundly. But this seemed to be out of the question. The thunder woke their baby, and he cried. Lily took the child in her arms and laid him on her chest. The parents stared at each other, knew that they were thinking the same, and stayed calm.
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Somewhere outside a small, dark house, stood a man. He was old. Ancient, some may call him, his white beard reached well below his waist. He was bespectacled in half-moon glasses and he wore a long blue robe. In his hand, he held a wand, the tip glowing a shade of white that almost seemed blue. He faced another figure. The man was dressed in black, which accented his pale skin. His features were hard to make out because of the moonlight behind him. The latter figure spoke.
'So, professor Dumbledore,' there was a hint of sarcasm in is cruel, cold voice. 'You do realize what is happening?'
The old man thought for a while.
'Yes, yes. I do believe so,' his voice was calm. 'Who has revealed to you the location of this house?'
'Peter Pettigrew,' his voice was light and casual.
'Ah, yes. Peter. I should have known,' his voice, in turn, was also casual.
The figure cloaked in black walked closer towards the old man. His face could be seen now. He was ugly. He had no nose, just slits in the middle of his face. His eyes were narrowed and his pupils were crimson. His ears were almost stuck to his head. He resembled a snake.
As the man walked closer, he raised his wand higher. He stopped walking suddenly, as if he were afraid of the old man. His wand was raised up to his shoulder now.
'AVEDA KEDAVRA!' A green light shot from his wand.
The man called Dumbledore flicked his wand once, and red light shot out from it. The two lights fought each other a while, until the snake-like man had tired, and let go of his wand. Dumbledore still held his wand, and at this time, he waved it around in the air, like a sword, and purple light was emitted where the wand had been. The man grasped at his chest, and seemed to choke.
'Tom, you could turn back, you know,' said Dumbledore quietly and sadly.
The man reached his hand out painfully and grabbed his wand. He hesitated for a moment, thinking.
'Why would I do that? So I could live in a world full of these disgusting half-breeds and mudbloods?' But his tone was different.
Tom stood up awkwardly, and, his mouth twisting into a grimace, shouted, 'IMPERIO!'
Dumbledore raised his wand again, and mouthed the word "incarcerous". The light from Tom's wand and the light from Dumbledore's wand met, but did not repel each other. Instead, they simply fused, rapidly, swallowing each other up. It kept going, even after reaching the tips of each others' wands, until both Dumbledore and the man called Tom were engulfed in the strange-coloured light.