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Chapter 1: A Future Rewritten
The usual chattering and conversation was not present at Godric's Hollow this evening. In fact, if anything, it was deathly silent. The once livid living room was now tainted with a gloomy feeling that lingered in the air. To back up the tense situation, debris littered the floor from a short fight that had just taken place. Amidst the broken glass and upturned tables, the unconscious forms of James and Lily Potter laid on the ground.
Wormtail stood at the entrance of the living room trying to calm his heart which was thumping wildly in his chest. He couldn't believe he had actually done it. He had betrayed his friends that he had been so fond of, the only people who actually cared for him, on the Dark Lord's orders. He looked on his friends with feelings of hurt and regret. He really didn't want this to happen, but there wasn't much of a choice. If the Dark Lord's orders weren't carried out, Wormtail would have had to suffer from his Lord's wrath which may lead to a terrible death. Wormtail shuddered at this thought. He never remembered what made him joined Voldemort in the first place. Just after one day with him, he wanted out. But then already was too late.
Wormtail cut off his thoughts and remembered what he came for. He eyed the stairs and stumbled clumsily up the steps leading to Harry's room. He slowly opened the door to the bedroom and walked over to the crib where Harry's form lay soundly asleep. As he reached out to lift the child, a feeling of guilt swept over him. He was leading an innocent child to his death, and even worse, his friend's child. Wormtail hesitated for a moment, but quickly tried to suppress his feelings. He had already gotten too far to turn back. No, this wasn't a choice; the boy had to go. Taking Harry with him, Wormtail hurried out the front door and left his former friends behind forever.
Wormtail ran until he was outside of the wards and apparated to his Lord's Manor. Within seconds, he appeared in front of the Riddle House, or more appropriately, Riddle Castle.
Wormtail pushed past the main doors and entered a grand hall. Although it was dully lit and a rather spooky feeling hung about, it seemed magnificent in size and architect. From there, he walked down a hallway and weaved through the corridors before coming to a stop at the door to his Lord's chamber. After a few timid knocks, a voice sounded from within the room commanding him to come in. Wormtail entered timorously and placed Harry onto the cold floor before the Dark Lord.
"My Lord, I have done what you've asked of me. This is Harry, my Lord," Wormtail bowed down at Voldemort's feet humbly.
"Rise, Wormtail. For once, you haven't disappointed me and have actually managed to finish your task. I shall reward you later."
The Dark Lord waved him aside and stepped closer towards Harry, taking a long inquisitive look at him. Harry had just stirred from his sleep and cracked open his emerald green eyes. Spying Voldemort, he giggled naively. Voldemort looked on with disgust. If anything, the child should be intimidated, not amused. And even more, this silly child lying in front of him was prophesized to be the cause of his downfall. If Snape hadn't overheard the prophecy word for word, he would have never believed a Potter would be "the one".
Voldemort drew his wand. Whether or not he wanted to believe it, he had to accept it. Wormtail watched this silently in the background. He couldn't help but feel a horrible sensation of guilt rush over him. Hel closed his eyes as he couldn't look on any further.
'Sorry James. Lily, forgive me,' he thought while bracing himself to hear the cursed words that would end Harry's life.
Wormtail waited a minute, and then another minute, but the curse never came. Wondering what was wrong, he cautiously opened his eyes a slit and saw his Lord lower his wand. 'He's going to let him live?' Wormtail thought puzzled by his Master's actions.
Voldemort reached over and lifted Harry off the ground. An idea had suddenly sprung to him the second before he was about to kill him. Voldemort looked into Harry's bright green eyes and felt somewhat captivated by them. 'Very Slytherin,' he thought. That was when he decided that he wasn't going to kill Harry, but raise him to become his heir. He was going to bond Harry with the Dark side. Harry was going to murder on his command.
Voldemort smirked, a hint of amusement lingering in his blood shot eyes. The Light side's "savior" would turn to be the one to destroy them.