Thirst for power
"No… no… no please don't…not my baby". Sweat running throughout her whole body scream for rest yet she yearn to reach for the man with unruly black hair.
"I can't Bella. Its not what we expected but you still knew this was going to happen the moment you agreed to it."
The unshed tears were no replaced by pure anger. " I'll will make you regret this Potter. I will make you remember why once everyone fear the name of Black. You can run but you can NOT hide what's rightfully mine…" putting in conclusion her threat the events of the night came into effect and knocked her out completely.
The man himself just walked away with two bundles in each hand. As every step he took he could still hear her pleas in his mind. "it was for the greater good…", he whispered to the lonely night.
1 year
"Papa! Papa!" a boy with brilliant green eyes yell for his father to stop. "James leave Harry alone he just finished eating please I don't want him throwing up what I just gave him" and with that final word she smacks her husbands head. "oww! Lily I was just playing and since Darien is already asleep I have Harry to entertain me"
Smacks his head again "They are not your toys James!"
At the same time unknowingly by them a creature of the night walked slowly with precise steps as to not alert the family of his presence. As he took the final step he blew the door to pieces "Reducto!"
James tackles him to the floor while lily runs to the master bedroom with her twin babies. With a flick off his wand James was thrown off. Angry for such display the creature so many feared killed James without a second thought.
"please not my babies. Kill me instead" lily implored the dark lord. Voldemort stared deep into her eyes…he laugh into the cold night. He raises his arm and finishes her giving her the opportunity to walk the same path as her husband. Just so very slowly he stands near the crib where two baby boys are fully awake. One whom he watch just earlier on with the hair and face from his father and the eyes from the filthy mud blood of a mother. And the other who was identical except for the eyes that were dark blue with a mixture of grey the boy he assume the potters were discussing earlier. With a final decision he raised his wand for the last time that night to finish the last living Potters. But as the spell was near it was return to the caster ending the days of Lord Voldermort…for now.