Betrayed then needed
Chapter 1: Mysterious Child
It was a dark Halloween night, the moon casting long shadows across the path. A lone figure approached the last house of the street, sneaking glances left and right. Reviewing his plan one last time.
The man knocked at the door and it immediately opened, revealing a hunched man. The man scrambled backwards and bowed low, welcoming the stranger into the house.
" Pettigrew, where are the troublemakersss?" the stranger hissed.
" U-upstairs my-y L-l-lord." The man known as Pettigrew squealed.
The stranger shoved Pettigrew to the floor, making his way up the stairs while reaching into his sleeve to retrieve his wand. He shoved the door to the nursery open, revealing a room filled with red and gold walls. The man gave a disgusted shudder, muttering ' gryphindorss' under his breath as he saw the toys spread around the room, also red, gold, yellow and blue.
He heard them before he saw them. A wail of unhappiness filled the room as one of the cribs in the center shuddered under the weight of the child within. The man quickly crossed the room to peer into the two cribs. In one with a name labeling the crib, Kristopher, a chubby baby boy with red hair lay, tears flowing from his washed-out blue eyes as the child saw the strange man looming over them. Sneering, the man looked into the second crib labeled Harrison. Another boy greeted his sight, this time with jet black hair, barely any baby fat visible and startling emerald eyes that stared at him with mild curiosity and thankfully, not tearing up like his red haired twin.
Quickly making up his mind, the man pointed his wand at Harrison, saying " Harrison Potter, you should be thankful that I, Lord Voldemort, heir of Slytherin, have decided to grace you with this painless death. Avada Kadabra." At the last two words, a bright emerald light zipped towards the small child. Frowning, Harrison put his hand up towards the 'pretty light' and said " Bye-bye Lordy." The spell reflected from his hand and back at Voldemort. Seemingly in slow motion, the man threw himself out of the way, millimeters away from his death.
Pale and wide eyed, Lord Voldemort glanced at the twins one more time, made the roof explode and apparated away, vowing to get his revenge.
The wooden roof fell, crashing down on the floor, around the crib and a small chip grazing Kristopher's left check, leaving a sloppy looking V-shaped scar behind.
Not ten minutes later, four very distraught wizards came bursting through the unhinged door. The first one through, a fire headed woman by the name of Lily Potter nee Evans, rushed over to the two cribs, closely followed by her husband, black haired James Potter, close family friend, panicked Sirius Black and finally with a air of calm around him, typical-old-wizard-look-with-the-long-white-beard, Albus Dumbledore.
The old wizard, headmaster of Hogwarts School of Wizardry and Witchcraft, gazed down at his three former students who were crying tears over the miraculous survival of Kristopher and Harrison.
" Look at Kristy's cheek. It's a V!" gasped Lily, fussing over her younger twin. The others moved to peek at the child's check and there it was; a scar in the shape of a V, clearly stating that this toddler had defeated the most evil Dark Lord in history, Lord Voldemort.
James quickly put Harrison, soon to be know as Harri, back into his crib to coo at his other son. Sirius laughed and cried out " the reign of you-know-who has ended. All hail my godson, savior of the wizarding world and the boy-who-lived after being struck by the killing curse: Kristopher Potter!" That night, families celebrated to their hearts content for they were finally free of Him and his Death Eaters.
At that precise moment, Harri was doomed to live in the shadows, fading out of existence until all but nonexistent.