Will Anyone Love Me?
Author: Pretzel Medoodle
Disclaimer: Harry Potter belongs to the awesome J.K. Rowling. Anything you recognize is not mine. Except Will, he's mine.
A/N: Hello. This is my first time writing here. Criticism is welcome. Listening to Human by Christina Perri. Please enjoy!
Chapter 1
A cloaked black figure walked up the pavement in front of the cottage. Lilies (the flower) were surrounded around the house, leaving only an entry open for the door.
The cloaked figure chuckled without humor,"Lilies around the cottage. How ironic."
His voice was like a snake slithering down your back. Ready to strike in one move. It was a high-pitched hiss. He moved to the door, and knocked. Then he blasted it down. In his hand was a stick. But it's not a stick. It's a wand.
He came from a world we could only dream of. Where magic was ordinary and full of wonder. Magic schools, shops and communities. Where almost anything was possible. And it was all run by wizards and witches. But, even for a wizard, this man was most definitely not normal.
His name was Tom Marvolo Riddle, more commonly known as Lord Voldemort. He was the most powerful dark wizard alive.
He entered the door, dusting off his robes, and walked into what seemed like the living room. In front of him was a woman, who was most likely just reading, considering there was a book left open on the couch. The woman stared at him in shock and fear. She turned around and started to run upstairs, but she never even made it to the first step.
The Dark Lord raised his wand and whispered a single word, "Crucio". The girl fell to the floor, and a terrible scream tore out of her throat, as she felt like her insides were burning and her bones and organs were demolished as she internally bleed.
The man smiled at her pain. The foolish girl thought that she could run away and not suffer the consequences. He lifted the curse and then hissed out, " Avada Kedavra."
The girls wide eyes lost their life as her head hung to the side. The twitches quickly faded from her body, as it realised that it could not move anymore. Could not live anymore. Lord Voldemort had taken the life of an innocent, and he watched her die without even feeling the slightest bit of guilt or regret.
He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named walked towards the stairs and glanced up. He could hear the pitiful cries of a child. He climbed up the stairs calmly, though, if you looked inside those scarlet red eyes you would see sick excitement and impatience.
Voldemort turned to the hallway with many doors (just 4 rooms)and went to the room with those cries. He opened the door and was met with the sight of two baby boys. Two beautiful boys.(Voldemort didn't think so.) One had red hair that looked as if it were on fire when it was in the sunlight. He also had hazel eyes that had tears in them. That man was scary. Then there was a child holding the first. This one had untidy jet black hair that would never be calm, and the most striking green eyes anyone would ever see. But, unlike the first, this one was not crying. In fact, they were looking straight at those creepy eyes without a hint of fear, more like curiosity. As if asking that scary man if he would actually dare to kill him.
Voldemort was taken aback by the boy with the green eyes. He should feel fear, just like his brother. Then he realised that this was the boy who would try to kill him. He didn't know why, but looking into those eyes, he could feel his instincts telling him to leave the boy and scadoodle(scram, run, leave, etc.). That was ridiculous. He just needed to kill the boy and get it done with.
He raised his wand and he repeated what he said downstairs, "Avada Kedavra". The flash of green light brightened the room and made its way to the boy. The one he assumed was Harry stared at the light and the something extraordinary happened. Harry's eyes flashed white for a fraction of a second and then his body was enveloped in a green light, and he didn't die like he was supposed to. The curse bounced off Harry's body and made its way back to the wand wielder.
Voldemort couldn't believe his eyes. The 19 month old baby had performed accidental magic that no one could do. Not even him! But he should have paid attention, for there was a killing curse out to get him. And before he could register what was going on, the curse hit him and he felt agony.(So kids, that's what happens when you split your soul and you die. I wonder what the moral is?) He crumbled to the floor, quite literally and in its place was a pile of ashes. The room started shaking (Harry's magic thing made it do that.) and Harry lost his glowiness and fainted. But the killing curse did not leave him unscathed. On his forehead, there was a lightning bolt scar that glowed green for 5 seconds before it disappeared. For the next 10 years, he would wonder how he truly got that scar.
The other boy, named William, was still crying. The room was still shaking and a frame above the crib came crashing down. A shard of glass bounced to on top him and on his cheek it made a scar. A scar that looked like the letters ''L'' and ''V''. A scar that they thought looked like the initials of Lord Voldemort.
Will would mistakingly be named the Boy-Who-Lived, when the true savior was always behind him, always wishing that he could somehow be loved by anyone.
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