Serpent's Prince
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.
Summery: The beginnings of Harry's tale…
Chapter 1
Prologue: Beginnings
Once upon a time, there were two families of magical origin. These two families had very little in common; they could practice magic, each attended Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry and they both had one child. However, they had many things that were not in common with each other, most importantly, the gift of choice and love.
One family was married deeply in love with each other and chose to follow their dreams; these two, brave Gryffindors were given that choice; their love for one another spilled over with the arrival of a child. The other family was not given a choice and was wed in the ancient practice of arrangement and held no love towards each other; the hatred of their houses, one of Gryffindor's brave the other of sly Slytherin, followed them through life, their only love was for their one child.
With so little alike to another, these families were bonded through the delicate chains of fate, fate with a name of Voldemort. The Dark Lord of England's magical world ran amuck for followers, death following him in a constant eerie glow. Gryffindor's family of love stood strong against him, refusing to join his dark crusade. The family of arrangements, however, became split. The husband of Gryffindor stood strong alongside the family of love and fought against the dark wizard while the wife of Slytherin stood alongside him, a faithful and loyal servant of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named.
As the days grew longer and the nights colder, the Dark Lord Voldemort steadily grew stronger and darker while the wizarding world grew more terrified. Families were torn apart by loyalties to light and dark and by the ones they called Death Eaters and their master. An order of wizards of the light, phoenixes, fought back against him aiding the weary Ministry workers trying to save their citizens. The family of love and the husband of arrangement were among the members. Many members were tortured and killed or their minds shattered; some were deemed traitors or had to hide for their lives.
On a cold and rainy night, fate started to put it plans into action with the death of one man, the husband of arrangement was killed by Voldemort himself while his wife, at her master's bidding, fled the country with their child. Soon fate, and Voldemort, would act out their plans to tear apart the family of choice and love…the Potters.
It happened on that dreary Halloween night while the small family was in hiding for the sake of their young son, Harry. Their secret keeper was a traitor among the Order and betrayed his friends to Voldemort. Voldemort, waiting for this hand of fate, moved quickly to the muggle village of Godric's Hollow to the house of James and Lily Potter. James Potter fought courageously against Voldemort in attempt to allow his wife and son a chance at survival. Sadly, James wasn't strong enough to beat the Dark Lord and lost his young life at the end of Voldemort's wand, never knowing what would happen to his family.
Young, vibrant Lily Potter, knew that her husband had fallen by the breaking of her heart; her sixth sense, that all women seemed to contain within them, seemed to understand what fate had in store for her own life as she held her son a final time. Voldemort moved quickly towards the small nursery the remaining Potters were within, thinking his plans would soon be at and end and that fate were at his side this night.
"Step aside, you silly girl!" Voldemort snarled as he entered the dim nursery.
Lily clutched her son closer. "No! Please, not Harry, not Harry!"
"Stand aside NOW!"
"Take me…please! Not Harry…please…have mercy…"
Lily's screams of pain ripped through the cold night in Godric's Hollow as her life was taken from her, her child still cradled protectively in her arms as she fell; even in death she protected her son.
Little Harry Potter, just fifteen months old, sat quietly on the carpeted floor, surprisingly no tears and no cries. He just stared at the man that pointed a wand at him before an indescribable feeling ripped through his body in a flash of green light, the cries and tears finally falling.
As young Harry sat crying, blood dripping slowly from a cut on his head, he had no clue that in a matter of hours, wizards around the country would be celebrating his mysterious achievements as the only one to survive…The-Boy-Who-Lived.
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