This is the place to store my odd little snippets, ideas, daydreams, bunnies and even the occassional one-shot, for it would be nice to have some up too. Although this and future chapters take place in the worldsetting of „Harry Potter" books I do not own anything in them. Furthermore, although one cannot touch fictional concepts one can still own them. Anything in „Harry Potter" universe storyline belongs to J.K. Rowling and possibly her publishiers. I am not J. K. Rowling nor her publisher, nor do I intend to use this content for any sort of measurable gain or material gain and I sincerly wish that they would not be used for that either. However, non-profit usage is alright for me, as these are stories I cannot be brothered to flesh out and thus will be better served in the hands of more persistent writer.

Occam's Razor and Shaving Cream Chapter 1

Muggles don't really believe in magic. There is no longer enough credible evidence of the existence of witches and wizards and dragons, and devil's proof is not sufficient. Not when they have understood the major fundamental forces and laws of the universe and found no trace of magic therein.

Of course, that was because magic wasn't written there. How could it be, when it goes against those laws?

And this is also the reason why wizards don't worry about muggles: A simple shield charm or impediment ward can stop both bullets and conventional bombs easily. The statue of secrecy was put in place because muggles were annoying, not because they were dangerous. Furthermore, only muggleborns believe in the existence of nukes – the possibility of muggles having such weapons and them being used only once doesn't sound terribly likely. In fact, much simpler – and therefore more likely to be true – explanation is them taking credit for a national disaster. Wizards didn't use guns because they could so easily be stopped, yet hardly ever hit the target(well, knowing how to aim would have helped, too).

This is boorish but important piece of backstory to understand the beginning of the world.

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No, the storyline, get your minds out of the gutter.

Anyway, ah where I was? The beginning, of course. The beginning I would be talking about concers one Boy-Who-Lived.

James was headstrong, confident, prideful and cocky pureblood belonging to a long line of purebloods. He liked winning, and never were punishements enough to deter him from doing what he wanted – interchangeable with winning. In different times, he would have been disowned for daring to marry a mudblood – one does not keep the blood pure by accident. However, he owed keeping his family fortune to one Tom Riddle. For it was due him that his parents allied him with Dumbledore, and they could not disown him when they were one of the monetary supporters of Dumbledore's Army. Besides, he was an adult already so it wouldn't have done much either.

Lily was clever witch, the top of her class, really. She was also mudblood(muggleborn) in times of unrest, with not only Slytherin being a junior Death Eater camp but even her own house and year had some. When she lost her childhood friend to the group who wanted all of her kind dead, it broke her heart. At times like that, she valued loyalty – and James had been trying to ger her for a long time, even if he had some less noble qualities. Plus it wasn't like she had seen him trying to get other girls in front of her. Well, expect those two times, but admittedly she outsmarted herself, thinking he had been trying to play hard to get. Loneliness and fear gives way to affection, and even sort of love. The lack of alternatives didn't hurt romantic dreams either.

Voldemort would have never gained the sort of popularity he did if he couldn't back up his claims – ignoring death, or better known as shrugging off an Avada Kedavra.

When Voldemort walked in the fidelius, nothing happened, for all the general wards were tied into that and his knowing of secret tied him in as well. Only when anti-apparation wards went up did the Potters have a reason to be alarmed.

„Leaky Cauldron!"

The floo didn't work.

„Quick, the portkeys! The portkeys..."

„Head all back to here."

„Lily, let's take him down. Together."

„We're just few years out of school and then...and then...No, James, we cannot win this!"

„Then should we do?"

„I'll go hide Harry in the then we must collapse the charms. The order will immidetially realize what happened and come here."

„But the only way...oh."

„Yeah. At least Harry will live."

„I love you, Lily."

„I love you, James.

Lily quickly ran to Harry, then took him to the cellars.

Meanwhile, James did his best to stall Riddle.

He lasted less time than it took Lily to get back up.

However, it was not because lily couldn't have got back up in that time. She could have done it, but instead she made a side-tour. One can sense magic, but not bare materials. Carefully short-circuiting the electricity – for Evanses wouldn't let their daughter live in a house without electricity, no matter the traditions – set off a little fuse

After that, it was simple to go to Riddle and drop her wand and knees. To plead for her son. Her last wishes were indeed that she had secured young Harry better. But Potters wouldn't have ancient houses torn down from inside, not even James – that lovely stubborn idiot.

Pride doth come before the fall. When James fell, all the spells he casted were Finite'd. When Lily fell the wards fell too. Well, anti-apparation and portkey moment later. It is hard to maintain those when you don't have a body any more. The wizarding world went on to worship the Boy-Who-Was -Scratched-By-Rubble.

As for Quirell? One doesn't need to have ancient blood magic to kill their enemies or stop the harm, as certain boa constrictor may have said.

AN: Inelegant, really inelegant, but Harry never had to survive an AK or be a Horcrux.