A/N: Hello! This is my first Harry Potter fanfiction, so please bear with me, I'm slowly getting the hang of it! Hope you enjoy :)

The Prophecy

"Frank, he's asleep, I've put him to bed" Alice Longbottom said, coming back down the stairs into the living room.

"Thank you dear – did he go quietly?"

"Yes yes, no trouble"

"Good – he'll be here soon, got your wand?" Frank asked his wife. He was referring to Dumbledore, who was to be delivering to them a top-secret mission briefing. They had been foretold about this two weeks ago by the great wizard, who at the time had appeared very worried and distracted.

Alice and Frank had thought nothing of it at the time, for they assumed he was simply worried about Voldermort, as they all were. But as they sat and waited, their thoughts became gradually darker, full of doubt and concern.

They sat in silence for a while longer, the only sound being their slow simultaneous breathing, like a clock counting down the seconds.

Just when Alice was about to get up to make themselves a cup of tea, there came a blinding streak of white light, hurtling down towards them. Alice jumped and clutched her husband's wrist, while he started to draw his wand. Then, recognising the shape, they both relaxed and turned to face the patronus.

It was Albus Dumbledore's voice that spoke out of the silver phoenix's beak, gentle and clear:

"He is coming. Gather your son and put up the enchantments. The Fidelius Charm has been broken. You are in grave danger. He is coming."

The slit like pupils gazed at the house in the distance. It was ablaze with light, he could see them in one of the rooms. Their movement was frantic, and the mother was cradling the baby boy against her chest while the father was waving his wand out the window.

With a high, cold laugh, he continued to fly towards the house. Did they really think, that protective enchantments would help them? Help them, against the greatest, most powerful wizard who ever existed? Idiotic.

He extended a long thin hand holding his wand towards the wooden front door. He could almost feel their fear, smell their panic.

The door creaked open. He saw them, standing in the hallway together, wands raised. With a casual flick of his wand, he deflected their cries of attack. With a snake-like movement, he stepped over the threshold.

"Crucio!" he cried, pointing his wand at the girl. With a shout of agony, she fell to the floor, writhing in pain.

"How dare you!" The man roared, shooting a spell at the Dark Lord, which was immediately deflected.

"Avada kedavra" he said, with a lazy flick of his wand. It was easy, too easy, he decided. But that displeased him. And that which displeases Lord Voldermort must be corrected. "Crucio!" he cried again at the girl on the floor, who rose and stood before him, and shouted,

"Reducto!"

"Crucio!"

"WAAAAHHHHH!", the flashing lights had awoken the boy upstairs.

"Avada Kedavra!" Voldermort said, with a final casual flick. He must not become distracted, the boy was his intention, not his parents – no matter how fun they were to play with. He was beginning to see and understand the satisfaction Bellatrix got from carrying out the murderous deeds he asked of her.

Silently, he appeared to float up the stairs and towards the source of the wailing. Oh, how he despised children and their infernal wailing. At such inconvenient times too. Still, this one's cries wouldn't be heard for much longer.

Walking towards the cot, he saw the baby for the first time. It was a chubby little thing, dressed in blue teddy-bear pyjamas.

For a minute Voldermort stopped and stared at it, watching how it turned as silent as the grave as he approached. Funny. Did it know that it was just about to journey there?

With a final flick of his wand, the baby froze, truly silent this time. As realisation seemed to dawn in it's tiny sapphire eyes, he fell backwards onto the mattress, moving no more.

"James, he's asleep, I've put him to bed" Lily Potter said, coming into the living room to sit down next to her husband.

Kissing the top of her head, James replied, "Good good. No trouble I presume?"

"None."

Smiling, James wrapped his arm around Lily's waist, and she laid her head on his shoulder.

Content to fall asleep in each other's arms, the Potter's had no idea of their near fate, no idea of the murders committed that night. For them, all was well.

Thank you for reading! Sorry about Neville :'( Please leave me a review, it makes me so happy and it only takes a minute to do so! This is a one-shot but if you have any ideas/want it to continue, PM me? -PhoenixFeather0198