This disclaimer applies for all remaining chapters of the fic. Everything
except the plot and possibly a few new characters belongs to JK Rowling.
I know I should continue some of my other fics, but this just glued to my mind and I won't be able to write the others until I get at least a few chapters off of my chest.
PROLOGUE
Lord Voldemort looked silently at the young woman in front of him. She wasn't aware of his presence, and thus acting normal and relaxed. Her auburn hair fell down her slim shoulders in thick waves. Her back was turned to him, but he knew that her black eyes were alight with sadness and love, as she looked at the crib a few metres away from her. He looked at the twin babies lying there, the boy slightly bigger than the girl and with thin black hair on top of his head. His eyes were closed and his hands were lying protectively around his sister's middle, even in a baby's sleep. The girl on the other hand had her mother's red hair and petite build. He took a silent step closer and then the baby girl's eyes opened. She looked at him, her green eyes shining, but calm as she looked directly at him. That moment he knew he had succeeded on fulfilling the prophecy.
He took his wand from his pocket and looked straight at the young woman, fixing the garden as he muttered the killing curse. Her body fell to the ground. The boy opened his black eyes and wailed, as he seemed to tighten his grip around the tinier twin. She just looked straight at her mother's murderer. Tears flew silently from the huge eyes, eyes that were much older and wiser than her age. Voldemort was surprised that she seemed to understand everything that was going on, but then again she wasn't a normal child. He went into the garden and picked up both children, feeling a rush of power and wit flow from the girl as she still looked at him, her eyes accusing. He then apparated.
The mansion in front of him was huge. On the mail box gold letters exclaimed Phil and Melanie Evans. A new sticker added with handwritten letters in a neat writing Petunia. Voldemort debated with himself once again. Could he really place these two with the Muggles? He looked at the babies. The boy was sound asleep again, but the girl still her eyes aimed at him. He had to. The girl needed to be driven crazy when she got older. If she grew up with him this task would be harder. He needed her on his side, but she wouldn't turn evil until she was mad. The few remainings of his heart forbade him to separate his son and daughter. Their mother had loved him; he knew that. She had believed him when he told her he had to go on a business trip, even though he had never told her about his job. He couldn't have her filling them with love for their father, whom she was sure would return for them one day. He needed them to fear him, not to love him.
With these final thoughts he lay the children on the stairs leading to the house and scribbled a note.
1 Phil and Mel
I'm sorry it had to happen this way
I found Rose dead in the garden, when I got home. I don't know what the Hell happened. Phil I am truly sorry about your sister
I need to find her murderer if it's the last thing I do, and therefore I trust my children to you. I won't be able to take good care of them, and beg you to adopt them and take good care of them
Please don't tell them about Rose and me, I don't want to confuse them
Please help me; you're all we have
Yours sincerely
Tom
With a flick of his wand the doorbell announced the presence of the children and he apparated a few hundred feet away. Phil opened the door, a baby on his arm and saw the two infants on the stairs. He picked up the note, read it. Voldemort noted the sorrow in his black Evans trademark eyes as he called for his wife.
I know I should continue some of my other fics, but this just glued to my mind and I won't be able to write the others until I get at least a few chapters off of my chest.
PROLOGUE
Lord Voldemort looked silently at the young woman in front of him. She wasn't aware of his presence, and thus acting normal and relaxed. Her auburn hair fell down her slim shoulders in thick waves. Her back was turned to him, but he knew that her black eyes were alight with sadness and love, as she looked at the crib a few metres away from her. He looked at the twin babies lying there, the boy slightly bigger than the girl and with thin black hair on top of his head. His eyes were closed and his hands were lying protectively around his sister's middle, even in a baby's sleep. The girl on the other hand had her mother's red hair and petite build. He took a silent step closer and then the baby girl's eyes opened. She looked at him, her green eyes shining, but calm as she looked directly at him. That moment he knew he had succeeded on fulfilling the prophecy.
He took his wand from his pocket and looked straight at the young woman, fixing the garden as he muttered the killing curse. Her body fell to the ground. The boy opened his black eyes and wailed, as he seemed to tighten his grip around the tinier twin. She just looked straight at her mother's murderer. Tears flew silently from the huge eyes, eyes that were much older and wiser than her age. Voldemort was surprised that she seemed to understand everything that was going on, but then again she wasn't a normal child. He went into the garden and picked up both children, feeling a rush of power and wit flow from the girl as she still looked at him, her eyes accusing. He then apparated.
The mansion in front of him was huge. On the mail box gold letters exclaimed Phil and Melanie Evans. A new sticker added with handwritten letters in a neat writing Petunia. Voldemort debated with himself once again. Could he really place these two with the Muggles? He looked at the babies. The boy was sound asleep again, but the girl still her eyes aimed at him. He had to. The girl needed to be driven crazy when she got older. If she grew up with him this task would be harder. He needed her on his side, but she wouldn't turn evil until she was mad. The few remainings of his heart forbade him to separate his son and daughter. Their mother had loved him; he knew that. She had believed him when he told her he had to go on a business trip, even though he had never told her about his job. He couldn't have her filling them with love for their father, whom she was sure would return for them one day. He needed them to fear him, not to love him.
With these final thoughts he lay the children on the stairs leading to the house and scribbled a note.
1 Phil and Mel
I'm sorry it had to happen this way
I found Rose dead in the garden, when I got home. I don't know what the Hell happened. Phil I am truly sorry about your sister
I need to find her murderer if it's the last thing I do, and therefore I trust my children to you. I won't be able to take good care of them, and beg you to adopt them and take good care of them
Please don't tell them about Rose and me, I don't want to confuse them
Please help me; you're all we have
Yours sincerely
Tom
With a flick of his wand the doorbell announced the presence of the children and he apparated a few hundred feet away. Phil opened the door, a baby on his arm and saw the two infants on the stairs. He picked up the note, read it. Voldemort noted the sorrow in his black Evans trademark eyes as he called for his wife.