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Prologue

The air was filled with smoke like mist, the eve of Halloween in Gordic's Hallow. A man in a dominating like presence in a black cloak with the hood drawn up, stalked past a group of children with candy.

"Thats a great costume sir, where-" the child stopped abruptly as a low hiss filled the air and he was staring into those crimson blood eyes, felt a headache and suddenly could not remember anything, so he did what was natural and began to sob.

Voldemort was having to go to occlumency to resist demonstrating why he hated children, demonstrating preferably with his pure white yew wand. It was kids like these, disgusting animals named muggles. These mugless just reminded him why the world needed his guidance, his philosophy and most importantly, his laws. But he couldn't give in to a petty emotion just to kill some muglesss, there would be plenty of time for that later, but for now he was on his way to destroy possibly the biggest threat to his power. He knew that prophecies were fickle things, but he wanted to take no chances. He then saw the gate of the cottage of where the Potters lived with their two sons.

He was there for the younger one, Charlus. What amused him the most of this whole situation, was that the Potters were out enjoying the evening his pathetic servant had set up to avoid losing hisss friendsss. What a disgusting word, but it also meant that Pettigrew could still spy on the order, for when Severus was compromised. He knew that Severus was not the traitor because no matter how smart Severus was with his occlumency, he couldn't tell when his Lord had even entered and read his inadequate mind. But the main point was that this boy, Charlusss, was the biggest threat to his power.

He collapsed all the wards at once while speaking the secret, that way no one would even knew he had blasted the Potter's creaky old gate. He then blasted the door open and heard sobs coming from a Gryffindor colored door with a woman's soft tone, telling the child to hush. He sent Explorda at the door, making the purple cruse shatter the door and the immediate defenses. As it turned out, Alice and Frank Longbottom were there along with their child, Neville as he recalled.

He spoke in a menacing voice " I will only give you my weakest curse, so that I can have guestsss to celebrate later with."

And with that he sent Dementor's Presences curse on them, Frank, thinking there was a Dementor, sent Expecto Patronum at no one, as there was no intent but to defend the attacker, but there was obviously no Demntor around.

He then focused his attention on the crib, where the 1-year-old Charlus was wailing like a baby. But a spell of red came into his vision and he couldn't avoid it as a loud childlike cry of "Stupfey" came toward him.

It might have been a bit messier if it was a stronger spell but it was Stupefy though, trying to stun him. But with his rituals and powerful magic, the 4-year-old boy caster was no match. He grew enraged as the green eye, black, messy hair boy still had alice Longbottoms wand in his hand. The boy had sent a low, mudblood curse, but it was a semi strong one, which was a bit impressive considering he was 4. He calmed a bit as interest unknowingly entered his eyes.

"And who are you? Did you really think yourself powerful enough to defeat me, Lord Voldemort!?"

"I am Harold James Wulfric Potter and I'm nottt scared of yoou.."

The child was stuttering when he finished but what disgusted him was the old mudblood fool was obviously his godfather considering he had the same middle name. The fact Dumbledore had taught him Stupefy, as if that would help him, showed that Dumbledore obviously saw great things in the boy, he would have not of taken the role of Godfather otherwise. He had to resist saying his favorite two words and thought he would take the boy as his heir after he killed the mudblood child whose cries were irritating him greatly.

He point his 13 and a half phoenix core wand, and said his favorite two words "Avada Kedavra!"

The green energy shot towards Charlus's forehead and then hit him. But no, it rebounded off and everything exploded and he felt the curse rip him apart, and then saw a part of his soul branch off and try to take refuge in Harolds soul. But Harold's magic would not allow a leech so it destroyed most of it and sucked in the knowledge and memories of the Dark Lord. But Harold's magic kept that piece locked away and it had no access to his magic. But the main part of the horcrux, that had been rejected from Harold, screamed as it went into Charlus's whose magic ws not devolved enough to combat it.

The Dark Lord had lingered in the nursery and saw that another horcrux was made, from his own murder, and was absorbed by the threat as he now called Charlus Potter. He isn't over Charlus not for you or your older brother. He then fled, afraid that Dumledore would take him prisoner in his time of weakness. But his wand had not fled like it's master, the yew wand had slid down the debris of the nursery and into the weak and about to be unconscious Harold, whose last thought was of a white stick slippering into his pocket.

AN

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