This is merely an idea on how I would start my own "Wrong-Boy-Who-Lived" story. I might continue it, I might not. We'll see. If you see anything familiar, it could be that I just happen to a)have the same idea as that author or b)I was inspired by that author. It 'b' is the case, then I will put down the authors name and give credit to where it is due. I own nothing except for my OCs. I do not own the cover image. It is taken from the internet, and if you know the owner, please coment so I can add their name.

"Speech"

'Thoughts'

"Spells"

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[Gobbledygook]

{Mermish}

Foreign language

Chapter One

He walked down the dusty cobblestone path, laughing at the idiocy of James and Lily Potter. Did they really think a simple Fidelius charm could keep him out? Him, Lord Voldemort, the strongest Dark Lord in the history of magic? Him, the descendant of Salazar Slytherin himself? Ha. The self proclaimed "Dark Lord" stopped in front of an old house. It was made of wood, with beams supporting it. The old house seemed to be falling apart. When he had ahem convinced ahem the fool Pettigrew to spill the secret, all he had said was "Godric's Hollow" in his annoying, squeaky voice.

This had irked him to no end. Not only were the Potters hiding from him, they were hiding in a house named after the idiot Gryffindor. The Potters knew that even if Voldemort found them, they would still be rubbing the house in his face. Voldemort added the destruction of this house to his bucket list.

After disabling the wards, the Dark Lord calmly walk through the doors, before ringing the doorbell. After all, it was Halloween. "Trick or treat!" He imitated the voice of an annoying Hufflepuff he once had to be partners with during potions class.

"I'll go get the door, Lily. You have the candy, right?" Voldemort smirked to himself. James really was a fool.

"GET THE DOOR? ARE YOU AN IDIOT? NO ONE IS SUPPOSED TO SEE US, JAMES! GET YOUR HEAD STRAIGHT!" Voldemort sent a powerful blasting curse at the door, and he was met by the bespectacled face of James Potter.

"Well, are you going to welcome your guest or not?" Voldemort drawled. He looked around the room. "Well, well, well. Gryffindor colours. Not that I don't like red, mind you, but this is too much. An overload of red is just as bad as none."

"LILY! TAKE THE BOYS AND RUN! I'LL TRY TO HOLD HIM UP!" Voldemort could see the redhead snatch up two bundles and sprint up the stairs. He chuckled at the absurdity of it. James Potter? Defeating Voldemort? Heck, the man didn't even have a wand!

"Stupefy!" The man was on the floor in seconds. Voldemort groaned. And this man calls himself an Auror? What was the world coming to? Voldemort climbed the stairs and entered what appeared to be the children's room. Lily had tried to make some sort of barricade with a rocking chair. "Little girl? I suggest you move the rocking chair. I can't get in." He said in a ridiculously high voice.

"No! Not the boys! Take me! Please!" She wailed. Voldemort smirked. He considered killing her right there, but decided that she should stay alive to see her dead children.

"Stupefy! Honestly, you and your husband, no wands, no portkeys, what's with you?" He stepped over her body and considered his options. There were two cribs, and the labels clearly displayed their names. Harrison James Potter and Charlus Zachary Potter. Hmm… who to kill first?

The one on the left, Charlus, had wild red hair and hazel eyes. He was a little chubby, and Charlus looked at Voldemort with a look that clearly stated Where is your nose? The other one, Harry, had the same wild hair, except it was as black as ebony. The biggest difference were the deep green eyes. Harry's eyes looked at him, and Voldemort had an enervating feeling that the baby was judging him. Charlus started to cry. Voldemort had never been able to stomach the sound of a baby wailing, so he made his decision easily. Pointing his wand at the crying baby, Charlus, he yelled "Avada Kedavra!"

Suddenly, a gold shield impacted the curse and deflected the fatal curse back towards him. Voldemort felt a pain so strong that he screamed his hideous scream, and he felt himself being forcefully ripped from his body. His cloak, and wand, tumbled to the floor. He had been so occupied with Charlus he hadn't seen Harry reach for his mother's wand, which had been lying on the bedside table, and silently cast a shield. No one even acknowledged the fact that the golden shield was probably the strongest bout of accidental magic ever produced.

Harry, after making sure his twin was okay, fell asleep from magical exhaustion. Charlus, meanwhile, was wailing and crying in his crib. The magical backlash from that powerful shield had caused the roof to cave in, and a piece of rubble had made a V shaped scar on his forehead.

And that was how Albus Dumbledore found the boys a couple minutes later.

The self-proclaimed "Leader of the Light" looked at Charlus. His magical core was still the same (somewhat small and lacking, Charlus isn't powerful at all), and he had a small V cut into his forehead. Harry however, had very, very little magic, just above squib, and seemed fine, if not a little tired (the shield had prevented the curse from hitting Harry, so he didn't get a scar). After weighing his options, he enervated James and Lily. Making his choice, Albus picked up Charlus and showed him to the proud, now-conscious parents. "I present to you, Charlus Zachary Potter, the Vanquisher-of-Voldemort, the Chosen One, and the Boy-Who-Lived!"

Meanwhile, in his own crib, Harry slept peacefully, not knowing that from this day on, his life would start spiralling downward...