The Power Of Love

Prologue

1981, Godric's Hollow

"Lily, take Harry and run! I'll try and distract Voldemort! Go!" James shouted desperately. How on earth did Voldemort know where they were staying, James wondered. The house was under the Fidelius Charm and the Secret Keeper was his trusted friend Peter Pettigrew. He knew that Peter would have never betrayed them, or so he hoped.

"The last stand, Potter?" Voldemort mocked, blasting away furniture as he strolled towards James in the living room. "I will give you a chance, give me the boy, and i will spare you and your pathetic mudblood wife."

"Never!" James fired a stunner that was easily blocked by Voldemort. "Nice try, Potter, but your magic is just too weak. Well, you had your chance." 'Avada Kedavra' James tried to doge the curse but it was too later. The last thing he saw before he died was Voldemort laughing.

Lily stared in horror at the lifeless body of James, unable to process the fact that James was dead. It was only a stunner that barely missed her that brought her back to her senses. "Give me the boy! Your foolish husband has already paid the price for defying me!" Terrified, Lily ran upstairs and into Harry's room. She locked the door and reached for her wand, only to realise that she had left her wand downstairs in the kitchen. Knowing her fate was sealed and it was only a matter of time before Voldemort came up, she gently put Harry back into the baby crib. "I love you harry, please, forgive us."

'Bombarda'. The door blasted apart into pieces and Voldemort, face cackling at the frightened look on Lily's face casually entered. "Listen to me, there is someone there who begged me to spare you. I agreed but only if you give me the boy." Lily stubbornly held her ground, gathering her courage and bravely told Voldemort, "I will not allow you to kill Harry!"

"Very well!" 'Avada Kedavra' A bright green light flashed in the room, as Lily fell to the ground. "The prophecy cannot be fulfilled. Neither can live, while the other survives." 'Avada Kedavra' For the third time, the killing curse was sent but this time, an unexpected result followed. The curse which had killed so many who opposed Voldemort somehow reflected off the young baby, striking Voldemort straight in the chest. Voldemort exploded into weightless pieces, drifting apart from each other before vanishing. The only sign that a battle had took place was the broken house, inside filled with broken furniture, two lifeless bodies, a young child crying all alone.

"Albert! Look, an abandoned house! It's all broken and all! Let's go take a look!" Albert and Marie cautiously explored the house, gasping in shock as they saw two dead bodies lying on the ground. Suddenly, a soft crying sound caught their attention. They went upstairs and approached the sound. What they saw shocked them. A young baby, who had a lightning scar on his forehead, was sitting up in the baby crib, crying. Albert and Marie looked at each other, knowing that they had to do something.