Disclaimer and Author's Notes:
D: I do not own the Harry Potter franchise; if I did, Ginny wouldn't exist.
AN: This is my first writing, so please do not flame and hate. I do welcome constructive criticism however. I am going without a beta reader, because I would like for people to tell me how well I write by myself, so please criticize, but don't be flat out rude.
Hallowe'en, 1981. Laughter fills the air, and children in costume garb parade the streets. It was the perfect night for him to attack the Potters and rid himself of his prophesied defeater. He had sent Bellatrix and others to get rid of the Longbottoms in case their boy was the prophecy child instead.
He had arrived at the clearing where the rat Pettigrew told him the Potters' home should be. He withdrew a small slip of parchment from his ebony robe that read, "The Potters reside at #13 Gryffin Rd., Godrics Hollow". A modest cottage seemed to grow from the ground, the charm wearing off on him. He strode up to the front door of the home and contemplated whether he should be dramatic or not. He was a dark lord, he had to make it big. He swished his wand and blew the door into splinters, the fragments spraying the inside of the home.
The Potter girl screamed as he glided inside their house. He could've laughed as an old and frail house elf apparated in front of him to stop him. A simple stunner ended that nuisance. The Potter man, James I believe his name is, had run from their sitting room to distract him while the wife, Rose maybe, ran upstairs with their spawn.
James had put up a decent resistance, but it was futile. He had deflected my first Sectumsempra, quite an intriguing spell, but the following Stupefy incapacitated him. I placed a nightmare curse over him that would soon finish him after what would feel like days of torture.
He stepped over his writhing body and climbed the stairs up to the nursery where the woman and child were undoubtedly hiding. He vanished the door and banished the blockage the woman had piled up towards her, knocking her down. The woman begged, "Please, spare him! Take me, but please, just spare Harry!". So, the spawn was called Harold. A swift Reducto splattered the woman on the floor, just leaving him and Harold. He decided to make it swift as he had places to be, and a nation to take over.
He supposed the Fates didn't understand that he had an agenda, as the sickly green light he had sent towards the boy had rebounded and struck him in the chest. As he died, a fragment of his soul was ejected and latched onto the boy's, before combining with it.
His last thought was, "Well this is just fantastic."
AN: Thanks for reading! I'd very much like it if you left a review saying what you thought was good, and what I need to work on.