I do not own Harry Potter, I wish I did. But that doesn't mean I own it. Characters belong to JK Rowling, the real writer of Harry Potter. Names of people from the books are hers, there might be a few OC's from my brain, to which I claim as my own. Anything you recognize is JK's really, unless it's like a reference to Star Wars, then it belongs to the respected owners.
Basically this is from Voldemort attacking Harry's family to the time Voldemort is defeated. It probably won't be as long as the 7 novels, and I might end after a bit, maybe after the first book, depending on how much you want to read. Definitely not canon, if you read on you'll discover that too. It'll take a while, but hope you enjoy it! Hope my American lingo doesn't really come out too much.
Lily! Take Harry and run!
This was the end. Lily bounded upstairs, wondering what she could do. She ran as fast as she could upstairs with the little baby boy, who didn't understand what was happening. The red head turned around to see if Voldemort was coming, but simply heard footsteps. She knew that she had to escape, she had to save Harry. Pleading with the dark lord wouldn't work, everyone knew that, but she might as well try right?
Then a thought occurred to her. While her heart said stay protect Harry, her brain pounded get the brooms, and fly away. With a split second decision Lily ran towards the window in Harry's room, Harry safely in her arms. She jumped onto the ceiling, ran around the house and headed for the broom shed they had outback. James is dead. There was nothing she could do now. She still wanted to stay, but alas she took the brooms out of the shed and mounted it, taking off as fast as she could.
As soon as she was out of the barrier which was set up to protect them, she apparated as quickly as she could with Harry. She appeared in Hogsmeade, upon which Lily ran to the Hog's head and sent a Patronus with the new to Dumbledore. Dumbledore quickly opened the gates to let her in and tell it herself.
Meanwhile, Voldemort had walked up the steps, thinking he would find Lily and the boy upstairs, begging to be spared. Upon entering the boy's room, he saw the window open. Voldemort cried out in anger. Voldemort summoned a few followers to find the boy at all costs. One of the Death Eaters approached him.
"My lord," said the loyal Bellatrix, "There is another boy who could be part of the prophecy."
"Who?" demanded the dark lord quickly thinking that he might still have a chance, "Keep looking for the boy." There had been some of the Death Eaters who stopped looking listening in on the conversation.
"Neville Longbottom, my lord," replied the loyal Bellatrix quickly, thinking of how she hated them, "Pure blood like you." Voldemort pondered this action for a little bit.
"I will destroy both boys," Voldemort replied quietly and slowly.
"Yes, my lord. The Longbottoms have no protection, and aren't expecting you, it will be an easier target by far," Bellatrix replied bowing and leaving his presence, leaving Voldemort alone in the boy's room. How could they have gotten out? Then it occurred to him, they were a Quidditch family. Voldemort never saw the point in Quidditch, a huge waste of time, but it had delayed Harry's death only by a little bit.
Voldemort walked out of the protection of the Fidilus Charm, and apparated to the location of the Longbottoms. Not too far from here, in fact just a small village over. Voldemort was more careful this time to destroy them before any sort of escape could be made. Voldemort slowly approached the house, and went up to the door, blasting it open. To the left he could see the two parents and their son staring at him. He turn his wand on the boy imeadiately, but the father got in the way. Neville Longbottom was behind his mother, trying to escape from behind her to play with the man who just entered. He looked interesting to the boy, and laughed playfully.
Voldemort pointed his wand at the mother. "Move aside, and you may live," Voldemort hissed, thinking that his only real target was the boy. Mercy would get him nowhere, but it could provide a witness to the death of the one who could defeat him. Voldemort stared at the woman with his slits of red eyes seeming to pierce through her.
"Never. This is my son, and I will not run so you can kill him," the mother protested bravely staring back at the eyes which seemed could kill her just by looking at them.
"Then you will die," Voldemort hissed again.
"Then I will die," the mother retorted as Voldemort uttered the unforgivable curse at the mother. The boy laughed playfully and ran forward now not restricted by the protection of his mother, and hugged Voldemort's leg.
"Babby!" the boy shrieked happily thinking Voldemort was somehow his father on the ground nearby.
Voldemort pointed his wand at the boy, the kicking him off his leg and yelling the curse. What happened then he wasn't sure. A flash of green light hit the boy, but Voldemort felt something as well, pain, like he was being ripped apart.
That night was still. Dumbledore did not receive word of this until the next morning. Ministry workers modified the muggle witnesses memories, and took the boy. Dumbledore came in to retrieve the boy from the Ministry, and they allowed him to, because he was Dumbledore really. Dumbledore began writing a letter to the boy's grandmother, telling her everything that had happened. That was the night Dumbledore took him to his grandmother's house, with the letter explaining everything he could, except the quite obvious fact that Dumbledore thought Voldemort would come back soon, and then he would be in grave danger.
What do you think for this start? It's a bit short, but I just thought I would start a bit short, then maybe get longer, if you all want. Reviews are quite welcome and I would love any feedback you could give me. Thank you!