The Power the Dark Lord Knows

A darkly dressed man walked casually walked down the street on a Halloween night. Crowds parted as he walked feeling the menacing aura surrounding the man and the power practically vibrating around the man. He walked past the muggles until he reached a secluded house on top of a hill.

He burst the door of its hinges with a flick of his wand and stalked into the threshold. "It seems wormtail has told the truth", thought the Dark Lord, "He'll still be dead by the end of the night."

He walked into a living the living room and came face to face of James Potter. He couldn't be bothered dealing with him at this moment so he flicked his wand and flung James into the wall. He carried on his trek and went into where the children would probably be, the nursery, and he did find the people he wanted to meet right in that room.

"Please don't kill them please!" I looked down and there was a woman on her knees begging for him to spare her children.

"Yeah of course girl I'll just let myself out will I, you know all this trouble but just because you said please I will just fuck off yeah."

"PLEASE PLEASE TAKE ME!" she screamed acting like she hadn't heard his awesome joke.

The Dark Lord couldn't be bothered any more so he simply shot a killing curse at the girl but she jumped out the way, what she didn't notice because there is like a FUCKING DARK LORD IN THE ROOM, and she slipped on a kid's toy and banged her head thus falling unconscious

"Oh my fucking God I can't be bothered anymore" he screamed. "Ok let's get this over with and then we will kill some followers."

He walked up to the crib and looked down to see two children. He felt one had a brilliant aura that one day would be better than his own. And the other kid had a average aura that could never be a threat.

He decided to kill the green eyed boy who was sitting calmly and had the amazing aura rather than the screaming who had brown eyes. He shot a killing curse at the boy smiling in crazed glee. He was shocked however, as he should be, when the green killing curse was absorbed, powered up even more than the one he shot and sent back at him.

His soul was ripped from his body and attempted to find sanctuary in the green eyed boy's body only for it to be crushed and taken of all its knowledge and power.

And then a single piece of plaster from thee ceiling that had been damaged from the killing curse fell down on knocked against brown eyed boys head and then fell out the crib after it had also knocked his head and sent him to the land of unconscious all the while a beautiful green eyed baby looked around the room with power in its eyes.

Later that night an old man appeared with many people and collected all the people who had earlier woken up. He declared the brown eyed boy the boy-who-lived while promising himself to train the boy, who reminded him of a grandson, to defeat the Dark Lord and to always take care of him as he knew he was the boy-who-lived yet he wanted to take the weight of the shoulders of the boy he always liked more out of the two.