Disclaimer/ Harry Potter is not the work of my own hands, but instead the work of madam JK Rowling, therefore I do not make a profit off of this work.
The Legacy of Harry James Potter
Summary/ This is the story of the legacy of Harry James Potter, born to the false BWL, ignored by his parents, unknown to the world before the age of 11, the leader of the rebellion and the true downfall of the Dark Lord. This is his story, this is his legend.
Prologue
It was a familiar feeling, the foreboding feeling that ran in his veins before every meaningful murder in his rise to greatness. For tonight he believed would be the night that would define the rest of the war. It was sad, he thought, that the world would never truly get to know the boy that was meant to be his downfall.
The Dark Lord Voldemort, allowed himself to smile as he watched the cottage of the Potter Family appear before his eyes, showing that their fidelius charm was indeed no longer working. Pettigrew had indeed come through for him this night, and what a night it was.
Voldemort stopped in his stride as he passed the picket gate in the Potter's garden gazing up at the night sky, viewing the full moon peeking behind the sparse clouds in the sky. It was Halloween, one of the ritualistic nights in where the darkness has more power over the light. He chose this night for this symbolism.
He turned his attention back to the door of the house of his enemy and with a slash of his wand the door flew off its hinges with a clap like thunder. Simple, but effective way for announcing oneself, he didn't break in stride as he entered the home.
He could hear the wails an infant from a room up the stairs, he sneered at the sound, annoyed with it. In an instant he swatted away weak spell that was sent to greet him, flicking his wand at the assailant and watching their body drop in the blinding emerald light that emitted from his wand. He continued on his route, not sparing a glance at the young girl whose life he had snuffed out prematurely. She wasn't the child's parents, but someone the Order had sent to watch his target as they were responding to a large werewolf attack he orchestrated as a distraction. This stopped him from having to duel the couple who have defied him before, but also ensured he kept his spy, Severus Snape, who requested that he spare the life of Lily Potter
Normally Voldemort wouldn't be bothered by such a request, but over the years since the young potions master has been in his service he proved to be valuable, he'd rather have him serving him, instead of having to kill him if he chooses to side against him for killing this woman even though she was a mudblood. Letting the silly thought leave his mind he brought himself back to his purpose and headed up the stair case following the sounds of the wailing infant.
His red eyes glanced around the child's room as he entered, finding his target, the two boys in the crib, one chubby looking thing with copper red hair, and tears welling up in his wide blue eyes as he stared at him in fear. His brother was the opposite, black hair a top of his head and his wide green eyes staring at him not with fear but curiosity.
Voldermort flick his wand at the red haired boy, sending a cutting curse skittering across his forehead carving a scar across it. He felt it was a pity that the child turned at the spell, making it graze him instead of taking the top of his scalp off, but the intent had worked as the child went from it's annoying wailing, to a pathetic sobbing whimper, his brother stilled stared at him, no fear in his eyes, Voldemort felt he was being defiant. Staring into those eyes of the child he could feel the power in the child, and knew that this child was the one who was prophesized to defeat him.
'It is a pity,' Voldermort thought to himself as he raised his wand, 'grown up I'm sure this child would be a worthy adversary, but I cannot let that happen.'
"Avada Kerdava!" He watched with triumphant as the spell left his wand and rushed to his victim. A year of planning has surmounted to this moment, this moment that Lord Voldemort would no longer be tested. He expected the spell to hit him, fly into the child's body, snuff out the light of life within his eyes, like it had with all of his other victims. But it had not, instead the spell hit the child and enveloped him in the dark green energy before reflected back to him. His red snakelike eyes widened in surprise, not expecting this result he was frozen in the spot he stood, as he felt the curse ram into his chest, felt the burning agony as he felt his soul being ripped from his body, in this pain ridden state he let out a terrible scream as he felt his flesh turn to ashes before he felt nothing.
In the ending the Dark Lord, the only sound in the cottage was the quiet sobs of Alex Potter, the red headed infant with the scar on his forehead, his brother Harry had fallen into a comfort slumber after the use of magic in deflecting the killing curse. From the darkest corner of the room, the shadows conformed into figure that stepped forward, its gaze on the sleeping form of Harry.
The figure was that of a woman, a very beautiful woman, garbed in dark robes that seemed to eerily move on its own. She glanced at Alex, and with a whisper of her breath the child's bleeding stopped and his sobbing was silent. She turned her attention back to Harry, leaning over the side of the crib, caressing his brow affectionately.
"Usually I would question the Creator's judgment in selecting the instruments of fate," she smiled as she spoke, "but you child, I like your spark. I can't wait to see the things you'll do, the world will rattle before you."
With another smile she dissolved into the shadows once again, leaving the silent cottage in the night once again.
Hours later James and Lily apparated with a crack into the front garden, exhausted and worn out from the fight with the werewolves, the only thing on their minds was slipping into bed and going to sleep. This thought was chased out of their heads when they saw the front door blasted of its hinges.
"Merlin," James gasped, Lily letting out a terrified cry as she rushed into the house, screaming the boy's names. James sent a patronus message to Dumbledore and chased after his wife, "Lily wait!"
He paused at the sight of the babysitter, young 17 year old Arianna Bones, her life less eyes starting back at him unblinkingly. He bowed his head in sorrow for the loss before heading up the stairs hoping his sons were alright, but dreading what he might find. He came into the room to see is wife holding the eldest of the twins Harry.
"Is he-"she shook her head before he could finish the question.
"No, in fact amazingly enough he's sleeping."
He snorted, "That's Harry for you, nothing will upset that kid."
He picked up the sleeping form of Alex carefully cradling him in his arms, "Alex is the same to."
Lily relaxed visibly, "I don't understand, Ari was obviously killed…If Voldemort has indeed come where's his body?"
James looked around seeing scraps of tattered robes litter the bedroom floor, "Lils I think he's gone."
"But how? There should be a body or something he wouldn't just disappear, if he used-"
James held up a hand, his head tilted towards the door of the room, listening to the sounds of someone moving through the ground floor of the house. He quietly set Alex down in his crib, before slowly pulling his wand out of its holster pointing it towards the door.
"Lily?! James?!"
James relaxed, "Albus! We're up here the boys are safe!"
A moment later and elderly man, in dark blue robes with shooting stars dancing across the fabric, a white beard that was long enough to be tucked into his belt and twinkling blue eyes hidden behind a pair of gold framed half-moon shaped glasses, "That is excellent news to hear."
Albus walking in, his eyes falling on the scraps of cloth and spots of ash on the floor before looking at the child in Lily's arms, "Are they hurt in anyway?"
Lily shook her head looking down at Harry's peaceful sleeping face but James spoke up, "Alex has a scar on his forehead though."
Albus gestured to hold Alex "May I?"
He looked down at the child and smiled, seeing the jagged scar on his forehead, "I believe we have the one who defeated Tom."
He looked at the two parents with a pleased expression, "I give you the boy who lived."