Halloween night, Godric's Hollow.
The town of Godric, one of the few remaining magical dwelling cloaked in muggle repelling wards and most basic wards was in festive mood or as festive as people can be while living in constant fear of death and betrayal. Fear of death and torture from Lord Voldemort aka the Dark Lord and betrayal from his followers the Death Eaters. It is said that they are as bad as their master they raped, they plundered, they destroyed, they slept in your house at night, they laughed with you on stupid jokes, they remained hidden and then they cursed you when you least expect, they were shadows. Death Eaters the lowly hooded mortal followers of Dark Lord who bled for him and died for him, yes died, they can be killed unlike their lord but still as feared if not more. They were not feared for their wandless skills like Voldemort or their dark magic, they were feared because they were hooded. They were no one and everyone, that cute witch flirting with the barman could be Death Eater or that famous writer Lockhart could be one (I seriously doubt that). Their greatest asset was their anonymity. The new ministry auror learned that hard way when his partner with whom he had risked his life many times turned towards him.
"Avada Kevada"
A green flash and he knew no more.
Yaxely transfigured his partner with a flick and dumped him in thrash and walked off. Thrash which would become dead auror when magic would wear off and become the only evidence of tonight, another open case for aurors like hundreds before it.
Yaxely was nervously waiting for his lord to arrive. Today his cover would be blown in DMLE, probably it would be in prophet tomorrow.
'Senior auror Yaxely wanted for being follower of You-Know-Who '
Yaxely cringed at that thought, eleven months of cover blown in single night. He was not afraid of Hit-Wizards or Aurors coming after him, Ministry was on its last legs with little force and infiltrated departments. If Dark Lord was pleased with him today then Yaxely would be awarded with that Longbottom bitch they captured. Long or not the bitch surely had nice bum. Yaxely giddy with anticipation went to secure the perimeter around the street so Dark Lord would not be disturbed when he arrived. Yaxely was confused why this mission was important or why he was guarding this street when no order or ministry member lived here. But then he shrugged and proceeded to do his job, you never question Dark Lord because there were only two answers you get a Crucio or you don't live to hear the answer. On the plus side if the job was satisfactory Yaxely may have permission to go muggle hunting and find few virgins to please himself, and if it was a good job he can ravish that blood traitor Longbottom. Dark Lord was in good mood nowadays as if assured of his victory, but you don't question a free Hippogriff and a happy Dark Lord meant more rewards.
Dark Lord sat on his highback chair and watched over his kneeling follower, Servus Snape the potion master of his inner circle, he delivered the prophecy and now would see it fulfilled. Just a few months now and magical Britain would fall, it would kneel in front of Lord Voldemort. There was only one candidate for prophecy the Potter brat. Those two damned Potters were one of the biggest thorns in his side after that old fool. Today they will fall and die along with their spawns. He had promised Servus to spare Lilly Potter but accidents could be arranged. It would jeopardize Servus's loyalty if he killed her instantly, but she needed to die even at cost of his potion master she was too big a risk to be left alive. The opening of huge oak door broke him out of his monologue. His other servant and spy in order entered and kneeled in front of him waiting to be acknowledged. 'The Ghost' as other Death Eaters due to the dark cloak and the dark terracotta mask he wore. He was a rumour, a terrifying rumour, no one knew who he was, not even the inner circle, his appearance varied with different variation of the rumours surrounding him. Only his height was known other than his existence, 5.8 a little on short side but no one dared voice it.
"Servus leave us alone" commanded the whispering snakelike voice of dark lord. Snape not showing any outward displeasure for being left out of the loop left the room, his cloak billowing behind him. The dark lord gave an amused chuckle at his follower's dramatic exit.
With a wave of his hand dark lord closed the doors and re-erected the privacy wards. Voldemort's face turned serious and the room's temperature dropped.
"Rise and report" the aura in the room became dark and forbidding.
'Ghost' rose to his feet confidently and replied in calm respectful voice.
"My lord, it's done, the mutt is away and somehow the old fool is not in the country."
"Is that all?" asked Voldemort
"Mater you had a hand in Dumbledore's absence?" it was not an accusation or a question just an observation.
"None of your concern Wormtail" Voldemort waved his hand dismissively; dark lord gazed at Wormtail as if listening to a faraway voice then suddenly his eyes snapped into focus. A cruel glint appeared in his eyes "Wormtail prepare to visit your dear friends, Yaxely would be ready to welcome us in few minutes"
"Yes my lord I will be ready and waiting outside the wards for your arrival" Wormtail bowed and went to prepare for the battle, even alone James and Lilly were deadly. They would not go down without fight. Even Dumbledore feared the deadly duo. It would not be good for him to be ill prepared for inevitable battle.
Now alone Voldemort contemplated the meaning of prophesy, today he would fulfil the prophesy. No one would dare oppose him now, the old fool would be dealt in near future and he would rule magical Britain.
Potter's twins would die today, and soon the Longbottom's missing son would follow even if there was little to no chance of him being the child of prophesy.
He will win where his mentor failed. The world would soon be on its knees just like he promised Gelert on his deathbed.
Death eaters bowed as he exited the manor, he was about to reach apparition point when he was interrupted.
"Master" said the oily voice of Lucius.
"Rise and make it quick Lucius I am busy"
"Master a suitable and umm… malleable candidate is ready to replace the minister" then with a smirk added "Just the current one …should be disposed"
"Ahh another plan to fruition, prepare your candidate Lucius. We shall have a new minister soon" Voldemort laughed a cruel laugh making his followers to shiver in fear.
"You are too kind master" was the only reply Voldemort heard before he walked off.
Voldemort appeared with a pop on the outskirts of Godric's Hollow. The wards surrounding the village were feeble if not pathetic, just some muggle repelling wards and a detection perimeter. Ghost waited for him with Yaxely. With a flick of his wand he entered the village and onto Potter's house. Yaxely bowed when he reached Potter's street.
"Master my partner is disposed and auror patrols are diverted"
"Good now go and save your cover, I need you to assassinate minister and keep a close eye on Lucius, and he is more cunning than what is good for him"
"But master i was to accompany you..."
Voldemort stopped him before he could voice his thoughts.
"No time for this Yaxely, now go and save your cover"
Yaxely hurried off to follow his orders; you don't question dark Lord's order. If he said kill you kill, no question asked, and hopefully no curse cast.
Voldemort and ghost moved to Potter's house. It was too easy, fidelious charm prevented any other wards from being erected. With address known he can and will pretty much waltz in and kill Potter's.
There are perks of being a dark lord like knocking doors and other pointless gestures. A curse flew at the main door and the wood was blown to shreds. The unwelcome guests entered through newly enlarged doorway, upon entering the house it was surprisingly decorated in pureblood style with some muggle influence.
James and Lilly quickly had their wands pointed towards the door.
"Sirius if this is one of your pranks i will kill you" shouted the beautiful redhead.
"No my Darling you won't need to kill anyone, we don't play pranks" Voldemort laughed at his own joke.
James mind was in overdrive, he knew they were outmatched. "Welcome to my house you two, it's not every day we play host to the infamous ghost and his master their moldyvort " mocked James buying for time
"You mock me even in face of death, i am impressed." Voldemort was truly impressed, no one not even Dumbledore dared to mock him. Now he saw why even his inner circle feared the Potters.
"So how may we help you?" the question was asked with a calm voice, inwardly James was desperately trying to find his way out of this mess.
If Voldemort was stopping for a chat that only meant he was assured of his victory. It certainly was a bad news for Potters.
"Well i am here to eliminate the biggest threat to my rise"
"So you heard the prophecy" Lilly asked trying desperately to find an escape. Her sweet twins were sleeping soundly in their room, with their small hands wrapped around each other, she needed to find a way to save them even if cost of her life. She was willing to sacrifice whole village to save her sweet babies, she knew it was not possible and they all were going to die, still she clung to hope. She was a Potter now and she would not die without a fight, she only hoped that safety measures they made so Harry and Ivy would survive if something happened to them.
"Lils love, go bring the twins to welcome our guest" James said to Lilly like Ivy's favourite aunt and she had to welcome them with a poem.
A look passed between James and Lilly and they hoped with all their heart that Voldemort would not stop her. Lilly looked in the jet black eyes of her husband, she knew what he was doing, he was sacrificing himself so they could have a slight chance to escape. She conveyed all her love in that single gaze, James stood proud, strangely calm; he merely smiled and winked at her. Lilly smiled at that damned Potter charm even in face of death he had nerve to flirt with her. Sadly she knew it would be last time she looked at her husband even if she survived. Lilly rushed towards twins' room, they made huge racket if she separated them.
Lilly had just slightly above fifteen minutes if all went well. James had home field advantage after all. Lilly entered twins room and saw harry looking at her with wide eyes. As if he knew what was going downstairs. Just when she was about to lift him Ivy woke up and wrapped her tiny arms around harry. They looked cute together, two one year twins with arms wrapped around each other, but their expressions were troubled as if they knew something horrible was going to happen. Lilly started casting wards after wards around the room. Some lethal some just to confuse and distract. It was the final spell that brought tears to Lilly's eyes, tears of joy knowing her babies would survive even if their parents won't.
She had linked their souls together, while being magical twins they already had a soul link to each other she had fortified it. She cried knowing if one of them died other would follow. The spell she cast was one of the most ancient spell found in potter library. World thought Potters were saint and light sided, it was an image generations of Potters had created to hide their questionable familial magic. Potters were more dark then any Black born in generations. They were just more cunning than the rest. What distinguished a potter from the other dark houses was that no potter ever turned out to be evil. Yes they were dark, each and every one of them, but never evil.
Lilly kissed her children and prepared for her fight with Voldemort. With almost all of her magical core drained after casting wards she knew she only had one chance to survive and she would make that count. With renewed determination she waited.
Voldemort was annoyed, that damned potter knew more dark spells than him! What grated on his nerves was the supposed light sided man was more than willing use them. It terrified him to think what would have happened if he had left this unchecked and let the child of prophecy grown up like his father. A chill crept along his spine at the thought. He had almost died today, and doubted his hocruxes would have helped. How James knew of them was a mystery. Only peter revealing him to be ghost allowed him to kill him. Betrayal stunned more than world's most powerful stunner. Voldemort was thankful that he had let the Mudblood go, most powerful dark wizard of century or not he could not fight both of them together if she turned out like her husband. Peter now over enthusiastic, blasted the door off Potter's nursery. Rubble and splintered wood obscured his vision. Voldemort followed Ghost into the room. Four green jets flew at them. No time to transfigure or doge! Voldemort did only thing he could. He summoned. Rubble with peter flew towards him and intercepted the curses. Peter died when first curse hit him in the stomach, but other three still hit him mercilessly. Voldemort sighed at the loss. Followers were expendable but it took time to groom them to his standards. Still it is better to loose follower than life. Voldemort cautiously entered the room, he saw the Mudblood in front of the crib with her arms outstretched like a filthy muggle.
She sent another cure at him. Voldemort conjured his strongest shield, he was not going to take any chances now. He had learned his lesson. Don't mess with a potter.
The reddish black was surprisingly weak. Like a child casting advanced spell with a small magical core. The curse leaving the tip of wand but not doing what it was cast for.
Voldemort laughed his cruel mocking laugh, it seemed luck was on his side. He didn't know how wrong he was going to be. Luck sided only with destiny. And today destiny was strangely interested in green eyed twins.
"Step aside stupid child, I promised you to Servus so don't make me kill you"
Lilly was utterly exhausted. Fortifying twins' link took more out of her than she expected. She was defenceless. She was practically a squib with her drained magical core. An exhausted squib.
"No, please leave my children alone, take me instead"
"Well I tried. Avada Kevada" green jet flew out of Voldemort's wand and impacted Lilly square in chest.
The temperature suddenly dropped in the room. Voldemort's breath came out in fog.
The twins stared at lifeless corpse of their mother. Their tiny brains unable to figure what was going on, while their hearts suddenly felt an overwhelming rage.
Magic swirled around them like mini red and black lightning bolts. Voldemort was truly scared now, visible magic was unheard of at age of one. Let alone this powerful. Voldemort now was confused and dazed, today was getting weird, first a lord of light family uses curses worse than unforgivables and now one year olds were having magical tantrum. Next they will say Dumbledore is gay, ungh bad image.
Voldemort was not going to let toddlers defeat him. He will fulfil the prophecy by killing these two.
He pointed his yew wand at the boy and cast the killing curse.
That is when the unthinkable happened. Something that would mark the fall of dark lord and rise of boy-who-lived.
The curse rebounded; it hit Voldemort and with a huge explosion threw him across the room.
Three bodies fell,
Two toddlers linked with each other fell on their crib, unconscious.
The dark Lord's body fell with a thump on rug covered floor, disintegrating as it fell, and dead, defeated.
AN: I hope liked my fic. This is my first fic so pls guys read and review. This will be harry x harry's sister, harry x tonks fic.
if you get even little offended at incest pls don't read this. harry will not be a sick bastard.