Hey all! I've had this little plot bunny running around in my head for quite some time, and so I finally decided to do something about it. Hopefully, you'll enjoy it.

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, JKR does, I'm not making any money, this is purely for entertainment blah blah blah. I am just a wee little boy with an overactive imagination.

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It was Halloween night. The sky was unnaturally black and the air unnaturally cold. As the wind howled outside his home James Potter could not help but shiver. Dread crept up from the pit of his stomach. He knew that something was amiss. But he dared not contemplate on what might be the reason; instead he looked over from his place by the window at his wife and son. To an outsider it would look as if the abnormality of the weather conditions did not affect them, but James knew the thoughts swimming in his wife Lily Potter's head. The dark shadows under her eyes were a dead giveaway. But she did not show it--instead she focused on playing with their fifteen month old son. She could not help a small smile from creeping upon her lips as she gazed lovingly upon her baby boy. 'He's so beautiful,' she thought as his intelligent green eyes captivated hers.

She had been told that she was a very lucky mother. The healers at the wizarding hospital of St. Mungo's had called her little Harry a miracle-not only for his beauty but for his magic as well. She always knew he was going to be different, but she never realized by how much. According to the healers, Harry's magical essence was nigh on perfect. Apparently he had performed accidental magic while still in the process of being born. Perhaps that was why giving birth to him hadn't been that painful. But anyways, it scared her to the bone, since not days before Harry's birth she and James had been contacted by their old Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore.

He had said that he had come across a prophecy dictating a possible connection between Harry and the Dark Lord Voldemort. According to this prophecy, either Harry or her friend Alice's son Neville was destined to be the only person capable of defeating the Dark Lord. She had to admit that this gave her such a feeling of fear that it almost completely enveloped her. Her baby boy, born into days of unrelenting darkness, was quite possibly going to be the only combatant capable of casting the darkness down. 'Why does it have to be my Harry?' she asked herself numerous times. But then she would look at her precious boy, and she would feel secure. Harry had that effect on people: wherever he went sanctity followed.

James smiled from his place at the window as Harry stood up and walked over to him. James reached down and picked his son up and laughed as Harry took off his glasses and put them on himself. James then started placing kisses all over Harry's face as Harry giggled and said "No! No kissies!"

And just as the fear in James' heart was beginning to die down, it struck back with greater force than ever before. Alarms began going off in his head, and immediately he ran and handed Harry over to his wife.

"Lily! Take Harry and go! I'll hold him off! Now!" James looked desperately at his wife and pleaded with her to leave.

BAM! The front door to the house was blown off its hinges, and in the doorway stood the Dark Lord Voldemort, standing tall and cloaked in black from head to toe, with his pale face covered in shadows from his black hood. All light seemed to shy away from him, as if even it feared him. Beneath his hood his red eyes burned with insatiable power.

"Knock knock."

Even just that simple phrase was enough to fill James and Lily's hearts with fear. Voldemort's voice was so cold that it seemed to freeze all the blood in the veins, and then the bones; and the coldness would travel throughout the body until it froze the very heart, and one could do nothing but dwell on fear and the fate about to befall oneself.

Somehow though, Lily was able to break free from this enchantment. Perhaps it was because of the need she felt deep inside her to get her child out of there; however it was not something one ponders about when the life of a child is on the line. Regardless of how she was able to do it, she gave one last look at her husband as she turned around and raced towards the back door. She had not made it seven feet before Voldemort snapped his fingers and she froze. Cold laughter echoed in the otherwise silent room.

"You should know by now that you cannot escape me."

James' eyes filled with hatred as the Dark Lord approached him. "I will kill you," he said with such venom in his voice that it frightened Lily, but Voldemort was not fazed.

"Ah yes, James, you may try but you will never succeed, powerful though you may be." The Dark Lord lowered the hood of his cloak, revealing his handsome face. "If only you had accepted my offer James, and not defied me. Three times I believe you have openly challenged me. You and your family would then have been under my protection and I would not be here to terminate the threat you pose-"A hex escaped from the wand no one had seen James draw, but the Dark Lord easily sidestepped it. However, it exploded right as it passed.

"Oh my James you would indeed have made a great lieutenant!" James stared on in shock as the smoke from the explosion cleared and revealed a perfectly unharmed Lord Voldemort. "Not even those of my inner circle have the capability to control the execution time of their spells! Your father would be most proud of you, were he still alive to witness this," the Dark Lord said, smirking. "But alas, it is late, and thus I must hasten this meeting."

"Yes because Dumbledore will be here soon! He was alerted the minute you stepped on our property!" Lily shouted confidently. Voldemort only laughed.

"I know, young Lily. However, he will never make it here in time. Right now he is a little…stuck…in apparation. He cannot arrive here until I let him. So for right now, you three are mine. But rest assured, for I will not disfigure your bodies too horribly. I would not deny your family a proper funeral."

The Potter's living room sofa suddenly lifted off the ground and rushed towards Lily and baby Harry, and promptly exploded as James' hex hit it. James then destroyed the armchair before it could reach him and changed the animated carpet trying to wrap around him into a magnificent lion. The lion charged at Voldemort, who in turn transfigured the lion into a multitude of snakes. He hissed at them and together they slithered towards James, ready to strike. Pointing his wand at the ground, James unleashed a wave of flame that incinerated the snakes and then apparated to the left of Voldemort, unleashed a barrage of curses, and then apparated onto his right, where he was promptly hit by a spell and thrown against the wall of his home.

"You think yourself to be a match for me James?"

James couldn't reply as he was lifted off the ground by Voldemort's magic and thrown like a rag doll against the ceiling, dropped to the ground, and then flung through the wall. James coughed and moaned in pain. His body ached terribly.

"JAMES!" Lily yelled, and tried to get to him, but she was unable to move. The magic Voldemort had placed on her was strong. Ignoring Lily's outburst, Voldemort walked towards the supine James.

"You may be stronger than my followers, but my abilities are beyond comprehension."

"T-then why-"James panted as he tried to sit up, "are you afraid of my son?"

"You are mistaken. I fear nothing." At this James laughed out loud and then clutched his chest as it jolted with pain.

"You would not be here if you were not afraid of him. Of what he will become-"

"Crucio." James cried out in pain as the Cruciatus Curse was placed upon him. His whole body was being stabbed with thousands of red hot knives.

"Yes YES SCREAM!" Shouted Lord Voldemort in glee as he witnessed the defiant James Potter writhing in agony. Flicking his wand, Voldemort ended the curse. James twitched lamely on the ground as steam rose off his body. Little Harry cried out. He didn't understand what this man wanted with his dad. The sudden noise from Harry caught the Dark Lord's attention. Voldemort snapped his fingers, releasing little Harry from his paralysis. With a flick of his wand little Harry was ripped from his mother's arms and summoned to the Dark Lord, who ignored Lily's desperate calls for him to return her son. Cradling the child almost lovingly in his arms he gave another wave of his wand and James and Lily were tied to two chairs he had simultaneously conjured.

"Now James I have decided to give you one last chance to take my offer. If you accept I will of course let you and your wife live, but unfortunately the child must be eliminated-"

"I will never be your lapdog Voldemort!" James sneered with so much hatred in his voice. It suddenly became very hot in the room and the air began to tingle with magic. "If you hurt him Voldemort, I will tear you apart with my bare hands."

"It's truly a pity James. For your defiance you will of course be killed." Voldemort raised his wand at the two older Potters. They just glared back at Voldemort, who suddenly lowered his wand. "But not before your precious child."

Lily screamed. She desperately fought against the bonds that held her down, but it was to no avail. "Please! Please! I beg you Voldemort! Take me, kill me instead! Please! Don't kill him!"

Voldemort only laughed. "That is very touching my dear. A mother's love is very strong indeed. Your turn will come soon enough." He looked down at the boy in his arms, and the boy looked back up at him. The boy's gaze was entrancing, and Voldemort found himself respecting the strength the young toddler had in him already. He would have been a great wizard, Voldemort thought. Powerful; yes very powerful. Unfortunately, that power could not be allowed to exist. It was much too dangerous. He could not in good conscience let his potential downfall live. He set the child down on the floor before him. The boy's big green eyes stared straight into his own red ones, curiously. It was almost with reluctance that the Dark Lord looked back up at the two parents, and spoke.

"Yes, yes it is time for the curtain to close on this little story. Perhaps if there had been no prophecy I would have taken him for my own, but even I cannot change reality. Say goodbye, James and Lily; but do not cry, for you will meet him soon in the afterlife." Lily burst into tears, pleading for the Dark Lord to let her beloved son live. James struggled against his bonds with all his might.

"Voldemort DON'T DO THIS!" He roared. But it was too late.

"Avada Kedavra."

The green light rushed at the young child, who merely stared at the spell in curiosity. The parents cried out in horror as the cold, rushing sound of death filled their ears. Voldemort only looked on as his Killing Curse reached the young child. Funny how the child's eyes were the exact same color of the spell. Normally he could see the reflection of the green light in the victim's eyes, but with Harry the spell blended in.

"HARRY!" Both parents screamed with all their might. James burst free from his bonds and was just about to summon Harry out of the way when a bright light forced him to shield his eyes. It was a golden light of unparalleled magnificence. There was a horrifyingly pain-filled scream. A powerful force knocked him off his feet. When he was finally able to see again, he looked to where Harry and Voldemort had been. There was nothing there, save a dark bundle and a huge scorch mark. He rushed over to it. The dark bundle was a singed pile of robes; lying on top of the bundle was a black yew wand. Voldemort's wand.

But Harry and the Dark Lord were nowhere to be found.

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AN: And there's the first chapter. Hopefully I'll have the next out pretty soon!