Rider of the Red Horse
Some things in this chapter come from the Harry Potter wiki.
Italics is for peoples thoughts.
Bold is for the language of demons, from Darksiders.
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter(or Harry Potter wiki), Fairy Tail or Darksiders, all I own is the plot.
Godric's Hollow is a village in the West Country of England. It is a small community, which centres on a village square with only a church, a post office, a pub, and a few retail shops. The residential streets are lined with quaint cottages. Godric's Hollow has been inhabited by a number of notable wizarding families. The Dumbledore family and Bathilda Bagshot both resided in the village at some point. It was a safe village, or so you'd hope.
This particular night the Potter family had split up to do its own thing. The children, Harry and Oscar, too young to go trick or treating had been put to bed, and their parents, James and Lily Potter, had been called away to a meeting of the Order of the Phoenix, a vigilante group dedicated to bringing about the fall of one of the darkest people to live, the Dark Lord Voldemort.
The young couple had left their children with two of their best friends, Sirius Black and Peter Pettigrew. To them this was a good idea, for the week before their former headmaster, Albus Dumbledore had cast a powerful magic barrier that hid them and their house from the senses, and the minds of people wanted to harm them. This magical barrier, called the Fidelius Charm, took a specific piece of information, such as the location of the Potter's house, now called a secret, and implants it into a being's soul. The one whose soul houses the secret is known as the Secret-Keeper. It was decided that the secret keeper should be someone that no-one would expect it to be, so the Potters choose the one person they and Voldemort would not expect to be the secret-keeper, Peter ' Wormtail' Pettigrew.
Unfortunately, Voldemort had a similar idea. He had decided months before Fidelius Charm was cast, that he should have one his faithful followers, the Death Eaters infiltrate Dumbledore's Order of the Phoenix. So he chose to make a Death Eater out of someone inside of the Order, someone that no-one would think that they were on his side. He chose Peter Pettigrew.
A figure swathed in dark robes was walking down the snow filled street, the figure was bathed in orange light from nearby street lights as he looked around for the house his follower told him about. Inside was the boy that would bring about his destruction, he laughed when he heard about the prophecy, no child could more power than him. By killing this 'chosen one', he would ensure that no one could even hope to defeat him. Lord Voldemort would rule the world.
Inside, there was no panic. The youngest occupants were fast asleep, and the elder ones where in an intense argument.
"The Chudley Cannons will win the cup this year just you watch" Said a man with mousy brown hair that fell to his shoulders, he was slightly overweight and his facial features were rat like.
"Come on Wormtail, they haven't won the cup since 1892, they'll never win. You should support a proper team, like the Holyhead Harpies. Their a proper team and all the players are so hot." Replied a tall man with shoulder length black hair, his grey eyes burning with passion when he mentioned Britain's female only quidditch team.
"You only like them because they're all girls" The mousy man managed shot back.
"So what if they are all girls, that just makes them better. Look at it this way, they play better than the Cannons and they're better to look at, its two for two."
"Well you say that but..."
On and on they argued into the night, never loud enough to wake the children sleeping upstairs, as neither male was brave enough to tell the red headed mother what the argument that woke her children up was about. Peter Pettigrew argue with his long time friend about their favourite quidditch teams, while knowing that if his master succeeded tonight he would be handsomely rewarded. For a brief moment he felt sorry for Sirius, the man would most likely be dead soon, then he pushed the feeling down. This was justice, in his mind, for all the pranks and jokes and ridicule he had been put through by this man and his other friends.
Yes you foolish man, dream all you want about your precious Harpies. Thought the rat like man. After my master has killed you and those brats, my master will reward me with that team and there is nothing you can do about it.
A teeth baring grin broke onto Voldemort's face when he saw what he was looking for. He felt the magic protecting his quarry, it recognised that he had been told the secret and allowed him to perceive what was hidden. A large Victorian detached cottage appeared before him, it was obviously made by magic with its uneven lines and the second floor looked like it would fall into the first anytime.
Looking closely Voldemort saw that the first floor lights were on and there was a faint light coming from small window set in the roof. Facing the door of the cottage and closing his eyes, he felt the presence of the Dark Mark to the left of him. He drew his wand, feeling the smooth yew under his fingers, bared his teeth and pointed his wand at the door that stood in his way, the pale white skin of his face faintly glowing by the blue light that he shot at the door.
"So Peter...How's your mother do-" Sirius started to say, when the door to his best friends cottage was blasted inwards in a flash of blue light. Disoriented and with ringing ears, when Sirius stood up he saw Voldemort moving towards the stairs, where the children he was supposed to look after lay.
Trying to draw his wand, Sirius faced Voldemort's back with his wand drawn.
"Redu-" For the second time within a minute Sirius was stopped from completing what he was saying, the first by Voldemort, this time by Peter. Pain blossomed in his chest, looking down he saw a wickedly sharp blade jutting five inches out of his stomach. Sirius fell to his side, a shadow loomed over him, looking up his face whitened.
"You...Why...I'm...Your...Friend." Sirius gasped out, staring up at the grinning face of his 'friend' Wormtail.
Leaving his follower to deal with Black, Voldemort walked up the stairs to his destiny. He laughed as he saw the names of his prey emblazoned on to the door to his right, the Potters had given their children to him without even realising it. Through the door both children were using their cot to stand and look at him.
On child, a red head he noted, was whimpering for his mother. The other, a black haired boy, was staring straight at him, his emerald eyes burning with power and hatred Voldemort bared his teeth in a gross approximation of a grin.
"So you're not afraid of your coming death little boy and such hatred. That's good, if I didn't have to kill you I would enjoy raising you as my heir, but one of you brats is 'supposed' to have a power I can't understand and I can't have that. You might get it into your pathetic little minds that you have a chance to defeat me, and I can't have that now" Voldemort's oily voice said. His yew wand pointed at the boys, the red head now holding on to his brother, and shouted the curse that had ended thousands of lives.
"Avada Kedavra"
"This...This is payback for everything you have done to me. You, Potter and the werewolf made my life hell in Hogwarts. My master promised my heart's desire if I helped him kill those two brats upstairs. Now I'm the one with power and you're the nobody. I'm going to enjoy watching you and your friends die, maybe I'll ask the Dark Lord if he'll let me have some fun with the mudblood before he kills her." Wormtail stopped in his rant as a unearthly scream emanated from upstairs, Wormtail ran up the upstairs, out of Sirius' sight, before flying backwards as an explosion ripped through the house knocking both men out.
Wormtail was the first one to awaken. Looking around he immediately saw his masters wand imbedded in the wall nearby. Prying it out, he peered though the ash that was falling from the ceiling, he saw Sirius prone form laying under the table where it had fallen on him causing him to fall unconscious, saving him from brunt of the explosion. Limping, for Wormtail had a foot long shard of wood in his calf, over to Sirius raised his masters wand intent on finishing at least one task he'd been set, when he was sent flying through the air. Straining his eyes Wormtail saw what caused him to fly, for standing in the ruined door way in resplendent robes of purple with silver stars shooting across them stood Albus Dumbledore, slightly behind him stood James and Lily Potter and Remus Lupin. Pain clouded Wormtail's vision, as he lost consciousness he saw two figures running up the stairs, a figure levitating Sirius out of the house and finally a tall dark figure with a long white beard standing over himself, then he finally succumbed to the pain.
A/N: First chapter of my first story finished, please review and be kind about it. Next Chapter - Does Sirius Survive? What happened to the Potter twins? Which child did Voldemort choose? Find out in the next chapter.