A/N: This is my first fanfiction, so please bear with me. Special shoutout to one of my best friends and my editor: wishingkitsune! I hope you enjoy this!

Disclaimer: I do not own HP (I'm not amazing or super rich so no I didn't write the books), just my OCs :)

Prologue

Covered in black from head to toe, the Dark Lord glided toward his destination: the Potter's house in Godric's Hollow. Honestly, they just had to choose the village named after Godric Gryffindor… so predictable. He stalked in the shadows, avoiding the curious children who were currently trick-or-treating, some strange Muggle practice that he just could not understand. When the Potter's residence came into view, Lord Voldemort let out a cackle of glee. This was what he had wanted to do for so long. He wanted to rid the world of the filthy blood traitor and his mudblood wife as well as their stupid prophesized child.

With a simple wandless spell, the door of the Potter residence crumpled in front of him and he heard the cry of warning from James to his wife. Oh they are going to act like little Gryffindors and throw themselves in danger's way. Voldemort rolled his scarlet eyes at their stupidity and then walked into the house, carefully avoiding the pieces of wood from the former door, a maniacal smile gracing his lips. As predicted, James stood there, glaring at him. He is going to put up a fight. This is such a waste of potential. If he were on my side that potential could be used. But nooo…. He just had to be a idiotic Light wizard. Voldemort let out a growl and threw up a shield to block a stunner.

"Really, Potter? A stunner? You could do better," Voldemort taunted, taking out his wand.

"I. WILL. NOT. LET. YOU. TOUCH. MY. WIFE. OR. CHILDREN." James hollered back at him, throwing spell after spell at him which Voldemort blocked with surprising ease and grace.

"Well, Potter, I guess that is not up to you to decide, is it? Say bye to this world. May the after-life treat you well. Any final words?"

"Go to hell."

"Oh I will, but not now. Potter, you have been a pain and I'm so glad the world is going to be rid of you. Avada Kedavra."

With a flash of eerie green, James Potter was fell onto the ground with a thud, dead. Voldemort eyed the corpse and laughed. He stepped over the man and climbed up the stairs to the nursery. When he found the room, he blasted to door open to find the annoying mudblood standing between him and the child.

"Get out of the way, woman."

"No, not my children. Take me instead. Not my children, please…"

"Oh just shut up."

With a flick of his wand, a green light struck Lily Potter as well. She collapsed to the nursery floor, joining her husband in the afterlife.

"Ah… so what do we have here?" Voldemort said, eyeing the child, no, twins in the crib. He will pay for not telling me there was two children. One was a boy and the other a girl. The boy was a striking image of his father: a mat of messy black hair and the same facial features, however, he had inherited his mother's brilliant green eyes. The girl did not really resemble either of her parents but had inherited the look of a pureblood Potter with high cheekbones and almost perfectly shaped features and midnight black hair; her eyes stood out to the Dark Lord as he examined the twins. They were a deep azure color that seemed to glow. Looking at the twins, the Dark Lord wondered which one was the prophesied child. It has to be the boy. The prophecy says "he" so it must be the boy. As if reading his mind, the little girl gave Voldemort a hard glare as if warning him not to touch her brother. She put her little hand in his and squeezed it. Voldemort laughed at the sight. Yes the girl would be a good addition to his ranks. Once he got rid of her brother, he would take her and raise her as his own, maybe even to be his heiress. But first he needed to get the boy out of the way. He stepped back and muttered the two words that would end his life and then he felt pain, a surge of pain, and then, darkness.

A/N: So how was it? Please review! Updates will probably be sporadic since life can be busy. Thanks!