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Summary: What if the Reason for the attack on the Potters was a different one? What if the Prophecy was never made? What if Harry wasn't who everyone else thought he was?
If you want to find out, have fun with my story.

AN: While I like reading HP Fics, its getting very difficult to find something that wasn't already done to exhaustion, however I think that this story of mine might be something unique, at least I haven't found another one like it.
This is my first attempt to write in online so I hope you forgive minor mistakes, and write me a Review or a simple Message if you find a major one.
The Story will be M rated for safety since I don't want to worry if bad language, violence, abuse and mentions of sex or rape will exceed the T-rating, however I well not write explicit or graphic smut (since I have no experience in doing so) and there will be no slash.
If you think you could write your own Fanfiction using my material I welcome you to do so, I would very much like to read it myself.

"speech"
'thoughts'
"spells"

The Devils Son

Prologue

She had to get away.

He had apparently left her alone doing who knows what after she passed out from the pain, and she wouldn't get another chance.

She was captured mere hours before, and she knew the only reason why she wasn't dead yet was because they wanted to use her to lure her husband James into a trap, and even that they could easily do without her alive.

No, the real reason she was still alive was because the Dark Lord saw something in her.

Something about her eyes and the colour of the killing curse he found so interesting.

Using all her self control to keep from screaming out she sat up on the bed and looked around in the room for something she could use to escape.

Her wand was probably gone forever, snapped when she was captured so that was not an option. After a moment of taking in the heavily decorated room with its green and golden colours, exactly what she would have expected of the Dark Lords private rooms, her eyes fell upon a sword on the wall. It looked like it had been used many times before, little dents on the edge and a brownish stain like it was never cleaned of the blood of its victims and while it was no wand it definitely looked like it could kill.

Slowly getting of the bed, and picking up a robe hanging over the chair next to bed she dressed herself, getting rid of the remaining scraps of clothing that where left after the Dark Lord was finished with her.

Stretching her body to get rid of some of the soreness she made her way over to the wall with the sword, to take it down and swing it around once to make sure that it wasn't a simple decoration.

She quickly disregarded the door as a possible way out. Even if he thought that she would be unconscious for longer than she was he would never leave the door without wards to alert him if someone tried to open it. And even if she were able to open the door from the inside she would be stuck with armed Death Eaters between her and a way out of the Mansion.

So she made her way to the window, trying to feel without a wand if it was warded. Her experience with charms and wards told her that there where indeed wards on the window, however nothing lethal on the way out.

He probably didn't want to get through the trouble of lifting the ward every time he sent an owl, so the lethal wards where all in the other direction, and while he would definitely know when she went through the window, maybe she would get away far enough to apparate.

Seeing that she was on the first floor and there was a small forest in view of the window, maybe two hundred feet out she made a quick decision.

Wasting no more time she opened the window, climbed out, and jumped the 10 feet down into the grass. Looking around once more to see if someone was watching what she recognised as the backside of a large mansion she started running toward the woods.

Just before she reached the woods she heard a shout coming from the building.

Picking up the pace she raced the final distance and vanished behind the trees. 5 minutes of running later she still couldn't apparate, however the shouts where coming closer and she had already spotted a broom in the sky, through they probably couldn't see her between the bushes anyway.

Suddenly she felt as if a weight was lifted of her shoulders and knew that she had reached the edge of the wards. Catching her breath she tried to calm herself down to gather enough control over her magic to apparate, when someone broke through the bushes behind her and screamed "there you are, bitch".

Lily turned around and threw the sword she still carried at her attacker, trying to impale the women she recognised as Bellatrix Lestrange, however she missed and the sword impaled itself on a tree to her left.

Bellatrix started laughing in what looked like an ugly grimace and asked "why you? Why did he take you when he never takes me?"

"Maybe it has something to do with the fact that you are stupid as hell and he finds no pleasure in taking something that belongs to him anyway, you ugly bitch" Lily returned with a forced smile finally gaining some breath and calm back.

"I will just kill you now, then, and maybe with a little Polyjuice and he will take me instead of you!"

Seeing the mad gleam in her eyes, Lily let go of the rest of her emotions.

"Avada Kedavra!"

With the green light racing towards her, Lily concentrated on her home and disappeared.

Seeing someone running in her direction the last thing she thought she had before she passed out was that no one would ever find out about what happened to her inside that room.

AN: I hope you liked it? The first (longer) chapter will be updated later today.
Reviews, opinions, and critiques are very welcome, just write me your thoughts ;-)