Prologue
A dark shape loomed in the doorway of a small nursery in Godric's Hallow. Inside, a petite red-headed woman was setting a child into a crib. The shape- a man- had seen the woman with the child when he had entered the home. But that child was a baby, and also, by the looks of the frilly robes- female. No; that child wasn't who the man was looking for. But, judging by the presence of a second crib in the room, Harry Potter wouldn't be far.
You see, the man had been hunting down the child for the past few months now. Four months and seven days to be exact. He knew the exact amount because the date that he'd been informed of the prophecy was also the day... No. That didn't matter. He had to focus. In just a few moments, he'd have his revenge. Then the Light would truly pay...
The man was no ordinary man. He lived in a society where the people were wizards and magic was part of everyday life. Although, this was not the reason he was different.
In the world of magic, the types of magic were divided into two parts. One was light magic, magic that could be called 'good', and the other was dark magic, the 'darkest' and most evil magic that one could bestow apon another.
The man was the leader of the dark magic side, and his name was Lord Voldemort. He was a very powerful and feared man who had many followers. For years, it had seemed that he would stay that way forever. That is, until the prophecy.
The man scowled, the very thought of the wretched prophecy putting a bad taste in his mouth. It, mere words, predicted that a baby -a baby!- would cause his downfall; something that he would never allow to happen.
So that was why he was there, at the house, to get rid of the bloody Potter boy before he grew old enough to be a problem. He had already gotten rid of the boy's father- a man he'd planned to dispose of before the prophecy- and soon the mother would be gone. Than he'd go on to the children and rid the world once and for all of the awful boy.
He entered the room, causing the Potter woman to spin around with wild panic in her eyes.
"Please! Don't Kill my baby! Don't kill my-"
He flicked his wand, killing the girl on spot. She was beginning to get on his nerves. Although, he thought it was a little odd, how she'd pleaded. She had made no move towards either of the children, and her words seemed almost- rehearsed. Never the matter, he decided. She was a mudblood, it was expected that she'd act that way.
He crept his way to the crib, and peered in. He was surprised to see the boy, who previously was huddled in a corner, jump up when he'd approached.
"Daddy!"
Voldemort felt a pain in his chest. Daddy? He was, in no way, the child's father. He put it off to the child being clueless as a result of his birthright, and held his wand to the child's chest.
The boy seemed confused. "Daddy?"
Voldemort uttered the curse, and for a moment, before it all backfired, he could have sworn he'd seen the symbol of a snake deflect the curse. His last thoughts, before the curse hit him and he was forced to escape, were that that could not be possible, since only his son and daughter had the snake protection, and his children were dead...