PROLOGUE
I do not own Harry Potter.
Please, if you find this a bad prologue, the chapter will be longer, and please read until the end of the prologue if you find it does not make sense, which I am expecting but hoping it does not happen and I explained it well enough.
Laughter filled the air on that late October night. The time was almost ten o'clock in the evening, and there were still a bunch of people trick or treating. Lights weren't out until eleven o'clock at least, and especially not in this neighborhood.
As the kids ran around, mindlessly, one man stood on the porch of the only house on the street that didn't welcome trick or treaters. The people that lived in the house weren't mean, or angry. They were just taking care of their one-year old son, like any other parent would do, when their child is this young.
The man made his way up the steps of the porch, and impolitely, knocked the door of its hinges. But he didn't do it with his fists or his feet. This man was special. He was a wizard.
For those of you who don't know, wizards are powerful things. There are those who are good wizards, who help the wizarding world and those who are bad. Evil, you might say. And this man was an evil wizard. One of the most evil ones there are.
Now you might be thinking why were their kids running around while there are evil wizards roaming around? Well, the wizarding world wasn't under full war, which means they were doing it at their own risk.
The door fell to the ground with a thud, causing gasps to come from by passers. The wizard bent down because he was too tall to fit through the wide but small door and made his way into the orange hallway. Chaos was a word you could use that was happening inside the house.
A tall and lanky, black haired man ran down the stairs, and stared the man in the face, but there was nothing to stare at. The man was covered in a dark cloak that only let you see his mouth. The owner of the house shielded his eyes from the figure, knowing in an instant who it was and what he planned to do. After all, he was warned about the prophecy.
He straightened his round glasses and raised his wand in the air, pointing at the cloaked man. "Move over James, or you will die along with the boy." The cloaked man whispered, in a raspy tone. The voice sent shivers down James' back. He was sweating like a madman and was wiping his forehead every few seconds. Both of the wands were raised and pointing at each other, which showed the commitment of James to his family.
"If anyone is going to die, it's you Voldemort." The name sent chills down James' back for the second time. It took great courage to speak the name of the most evil wizard the entire universe.
"Avada Kedavra!" screamed Voldemort, otherwise known as the Dark Lord, in his shrill tone. And James Potter, the man who risked his life for his family, fell to the ground with a thud. A smile appeared across the Dark Lord's face. A satisfied look. One-step closer to his dream and it would all be over. Not that he was scared, but his job was soon done.
He looked around the small house. On the left was a narrow hall that led to the den of the house and the kitchen. On the right hand side, they were crooked, wooden stairs. James ran down the stairs when he went to fight the Dark Lord, so Voldemort stepped over the dead body and tip toed up the stairs.
In the room upstairs, down the hall, a young woman with long, red hair that flowed down her back, was comforting her son in her arms. She heard the creaks of the floorboards as the Dark Lord drew closer and closer to the room that she was in with her son.
"You'll be alright, Harry." She whispered to her son and she kissed his empty forehead and ran towards his crib and put him inside. She pulled out her wand and covered the crib as much as she could. The shadowy figure turned around the corner and she felt his eyes staring through her soul through the cloak he had on.
"Move aside Lily!" He spoke in the same shrill voice he spoke to James in. But she refused to move. Her green eyes stared right back at the Dark Lord, more known by the town as He-Who-Shall-Not-Be-Named.
"Never. I will never obey your orders and you will not touch my son." She wanted to cast a spell on him so badly, more than anything, but she didn't have the strength. She had tears running down her cheeks and she couldn't stop them and she tried to stay strong for her son. She raised the wand and with all her strength … but no. It was too late. There was a green flash of light and everything went dark for Lily.
But now was the moment of truth that the Dark Lord waited for. Voldemort made his way across the room to Harry's small crib. There were paintings all around the room, which was obviously James and Lily's. He smiled at the boy.
Voldemort raised his wand high to the sky as to make it as dramatic as possible. He glanced outside and saw everyone in a good mood. No one knew what was going on in this little house. Three murders were about to take place, and no one would have the faintest clue. One kid ran to the other and handed him a candy bar. They both examined the candy and then laughed hysterically. Three other teenagers were egging a house not far from this one. Stupid kids. He thought. Thinking that will do something.
FOCUS! He brought himself back to the present moment and stared at Harry right in the face. It was time. He raised his wand and a flash of green light spread across the room. But somehow, ten seconds later, it was Voldemort who was hurt by it.
Something had gone wrong. Voldemort fled the scene as fast as he could. Something was wrong. The boy had power inside of him, something was happening. But he couldn't stay. He had to go.
Hours later, a big guy appeared from nowhere on a motorcycle and took Harry away. But no one noticed what was in the background. A baby was sitting on the crib, right behind Harry had been. The baby was too small to be noticeable, but was still there. Two men had come and gone since the first one created him. Somehow, a baby appeared from the scar that was in Harry's head. The spell was supposed to create a scar on the boy's head and maybe even another horcrux but a boy … and another horcrux. Something in the spell, something with the wand, something with Lily's love. Was this baby the baby that Lily had been pregnant with this whole time?