"Alohomora!"
The door of the house flew open, revealing the storm that brewed outside. And a man draped in a black cloak. But not just a man, no, this man was special. He was a wizard.
Now I know that you guys, being the awesome people you are, can tell that this particular wizard is a bad guy.
It's pretty damn well obvious.
What with lightning and all the darkness and the way he entered. Rude if I say so myself, he didn't even knock!
Anyways, two brave souls stepped in the way of this dark wizard. Two flicks of the wand and they were met by death. These people, too, wizards but were good hearted.
Their names were Alistair and Natalie Johnstone.
Their bodies fell to the floor, lifeless. The man stalked his way up the stairs, his cloak trailing behind him. Pictures on the wall showed a family of four together, smiling. An action that did not take place in the household that night.
The dark wizard was intercepted by another brave soul who dared to stand up to him. Spells were exchanged. Sparks flew, charring the wallpaper. But there can only be one winner in a duel.
Another corpse fell to the ground.
The corpse of James Potter.
The dark wizard walked over the body as if it were nothing but yesterday's trash.
Meanwhile, in the bedroom, a woman with red hair was talking to three children that were in a cot. Two boys and a girl. But she was not sending them to sleep. She was saying goodbye.
"You are all loved," she whispered, tears falling down her face, "You are all loved so very much. My sons; your father loves you, I love you so, so much."
She turned to the girl. Despite not being her daughter, she addressed her the same way.
"Elizabeth McLean Johnstone. Your parents love you. They might have taken their last breath, but their love for you will not die."
The door smashed into pieces. The dark wizard wasted little time on the woman, giving her one chance to move aside, but she refused to give up the infants easily. But, like she said, her love for the children did not die with her.
Lily Potter's love lived on.
Her killer did not regard her dead body, but moved on to the infants. Barely a year old, these children could not have defended themselves. But as it soon turned out, they did not need to.
The dark wizard cast the killing curse at the children. But death met the person who cast the spell, which backfired on itself.
An explosion rang through Godric's Hollow that Halloween night. When it died down all that was found was one of Lily and James's children: Harry James Potter. The only reminders of that event that Harry has is a scar on his forehead, shaped like the lightning that rained down that fateful night.
The next day, The Daily Prophet, the newspaper of the wizarding world, had a front page article about The Boy Who Lived:
An explosion in Godric's Hollow last night took the lives of six wizards last night. The cause of the explosion is unknown. Both Mr James Potter and his wife Lily Potter died last night, along with one of their children. More on page 7.
They wrote about the two other children who died whose bodies were not found. They called it a sad loss.
I call it a lie.
After all, how could two of the three be dead if I am alive?
All right. Prologue done. I forgot that James actually left his wand in the living room. Oops. Sorry. But as this is my story I'm not going to change it. Besides, it doesn't make any difference to the storyline apart from that fact that James put up a fight.
Also, I am basing this story off the HP movies, but I will try to put some stuff from the books in there.
Also, I do not own the surname Johnstone. It belongs to my friends Oscar and Agatha and anyone else who may have that surname. I say this because somebody kept passing me off saying I stole their surname.
See you guys soon.
NAYT