Disclaimer: I own only the plot. A few lines of dialogue are borrowed from TPoA, which was written by J.K. Rowling.



Inconnu

By SilbernerWolf





Hi! Welcome to my first story. Well, my first fanfic. It probably stinks, but please review!

~Silberner





Part 1: Ein Neuer Anfang

Prologue: The End





James Potter pushed his protesting wife toward the nursery. It was imperative that she and their son left quickly. He had sensed that something terrible was about to happen. The worst thing was that he knew exactly what.

"James, what--?" she asked, a bit of fear creeping into her voice as she twisted, trying to face him. He let go, not wanting to waste precious time arguing with her.

"He's coming," James said solemnly and as calmly as he could. She gasped. "Lily, you have to get Harry. . . get him out of here."

"No," she stammered, green eyes locking onto his brown ones. "No. . . ." she repeated. "How?"

"I don't know--"

He was cut off as the front door burst inward with a loud boom and flew off its hinges. Unnaturally cold air gushed through the doorway. "Take Harry, Lily, I'll hold him off." He hugged her tightly, and, for perhaps the last time, admired her beauty. Her red hair whipping about her face, her sparkling green eyes, her flushed cheeks, and her slender hands grasping his. He then urged her toward the door. "Go!"

Lily nodded mutely and rushed into the nursery, closing the door behind her.

James drew his wand and began to throw a barrage of curses at the silhouette that drew steadily nearer.

It continued toward him, heedless of the curses flying its way. It stopped only when it reached the gaping hole in the wall that used to house the front door.

He sent every curse he knew at it. They all swerved away without doing any harm to their target. Plaster rained down on his head as the spells instead hit the walls and ceiling.

Cold laughter rang from the hood of its cloak. It raised a wand of its own.

"Avada Kedavra," it said in a voice as cold as its laugh.

There was a flash of green light.

Everything slowed down.

Lily's face came to the front of his mind, overriding any other thoughts he had.

The light crept closer.

I love you, Lily.

James was dead before he hit the floor.

@~'~,~

Lily stood just inside the door and watched her son for a moment. One year old Harry stared up at her from the floor, eyes wide and toys forgotten. He smiled.

She allowed herself to smile back, despite the circumstances. He looked so much like James. Except for the eyes. He had her eyes.

A cold laughter that froze her blood sounded outside, amid dozens of small explosions.

With a flash of green light that shone around the edges of the door and a heavy thud, there was near silence outside. A cloak swished and footsteps came toward the door.

She nearly panicked. James was dead. He had never had a chance.

Her husband was dead.

Her eyes stung and her vision blurred momentarily.

Dead.

Lily, you have to get Harry. . . get him out of here.

She dashed toward Harry, who still watched her curiously, though he no longer smiled. She froze in the motion of picking him up as the door twisted free of its hinges.

It was him. She had feared a moment like this ever since she had been told that they were being hunted by him.

Without a thought, she put herself between her husband's murderer and her son.

"Not Harry, not Harry, please not Harry!" she cried. There was only one way she could possibly save her son. She was as good as dead, but she could still protect him.

"Stand aside, you silly girl..." growled the cold voice from the doorway.

"Not Harry, please no, take me, kill me instead!" She concentrated on her love for her son. If he killed her first, her son would be safe.

The same cold laughter from moments before filled the room. Mirthless and evil. Heartless. It would work. She would carry out the act perfectly.

There was another flash of green light. Lily Potter sank to the floor and joined her husband in death.

@~'~,~

Harry stared up at the stranger in the doorway. They turned their wand upon him.

They said something that he could not understand. Green light shot from the tip of the wand and enveloped him.

Pain shot through his head. It felt like his head would split in two. It seemed to last an eternity. Pain.

Suddenly, the light returned to its originator--the man in the doorway. He staggered back several steps, then fell to his knees in agony.

Harry's cries were drowned out as a shriek cut through the still night. After a few seconds, however, the person in the back cloak disappeared. The house trembled to the point of crumbling as a surge of magic of unbelievable power bombarded it, branching out from the point where the cloaked man had stood.

Then, there was nothing.

Silence fell once more over the neighborhood, broken only by the sobs of the young boy in the ruin of the Potters' house.

The Boy Who Lived.







I'll admit that this prologue has little to do with the rest of the story (right now, at least), but I just wanted to put it there for the sake of…something. Chapter 1 should be up pretty soon. Next week, maybe?

Like it? Hate it? Please tell me!



~Silberner