Note: Hello and welcome! This is my first fan fiction so any feedback will be helpful for me when writing this story so please review!
This will be a Bellatrix/OC fic and a Dumbledore/James/Harry/Majority of the Weasley's Bashing fic! So there's a warning for you all!
Disclaimer: I do not own anything apart from Alexandra Potter and any other characters I create in the future. All rights belong to J. K. Rowling and Warner Bros.
It was a dark night in Godric's Hollow. Small drops of rain fell from the night sky where dark clouds hid the stars from view. Small children ran across the square, squealing with delight at the sight of the few shop buildings covered in paper spiders and ghosts.
It was the 31st October, 1981. The night that he, Lord Voldemort would destroy the boy who had been prophesied to vanquish him. As he strode across the square with a sense of purpose and power in him that he always felt on such occasions as these. He had waited for this night, he had hoped for it.
A small boy ran up to him shouting, "Nice costume, mister!"
The boy's smile fell as he ran near enough to see beneath the hood the cloak. Fear painted his face as he turned and ran away. Lord Voldemort fingered his wand, one simple movement and the boy would be gone...but the action would be quite unnecessary.
He moved down a new and darker street and before him was his destination. The Fidelius Charm broken although the householders did not know it yet. They were foolish enough to believe that they were safe and so they were spending the night at the Ministry's Halloween Ball...
"How foolish of them," he smirked.
The curtains were open which allowed the man a glimpse into the small sitting room, a young woman sat entertaining two small children that he knew to be the Potter's small daughter and son. The woman left the room carrying the two children in her arms...
The gate creaked as he pushed it open but they did not hear it. His white hand pulled out the wand beneath his cloak and pointed it at the door, which burst open. He was over the threshold as the young woman came sprinting into the hall. He flicked his wand at her and a bright red curse shot in her direction, blasting her against the wall where she lay crumpled on the floor.
No noise came from the upper floor as he climbed up the wooden staircase. At the top of the stairs were four doors, three labelled with names. The door to the boy's stood upon but before he could reach it, the small girl walked confidently out of the room, no fear in her eyes at the sight of the Dark Lord.
"You can't have Hawwy! I won't let you!", she stated with defiance shining in her bright green eyes.
Lord Voldemort smirked as he raised his wand the girl, firing a curse of his own invention that flung her back, leaving her unconscious. She hit the cabinet with such a force that a crack echoed around the room.
The boy laid in his cot, loud cries coming from his mouth as he saw his little sister fly across the room. Lord Voldemort walked up to him and pointed his wand very carefully into the boy's face: he wanted to see it happen, the destruction of this one, inexplicable danger. The child began to scream even louder. He readied his wand, he could not stand the cries of the small ones especially whilst in the orphanage-
"Avada kedavra!"
As the curse shot out of his wand towards the boy, a bright gold light came from the direction of the small girl, encompassing her younger brother. His curse rebounded towards him...and he was nothing, nothing but pain and terror. He must hide himself, hot here in the rubble of the ruined house but away...far away...
As the unknown being of Lord Voldemort flew away into the distance, loud pops could be heard from outside the now ruined house.
"Harry! Alex!", shouted a young woman with flaming red hair, her face filled with fear and worry for her young children.
Two men ran into the house, whilst a group of people clad in fancy dress robes cast numerous spells at the small house to try and limit the damage as dark clouds of smoke began to pour out of the broken window of a room that was half missing.
"We've got them!", cried one young man as he came rushing out of the house closely followed by the second man. Both carrying two children in their arms.
The mother ran up to them, crying with joy that both her children had survived.
"Oh my babies, mummy's got you. Mummy's never letting you go again", she cried softly into their ears as she cuddled both of her children to her chest, tears streaming down her face.
Two soft pops sounded behind the young woman and she span ran to identify the intruders, "James! Oh, you're here! We've found them! They're both alive!", she cried to the tall, messy haired man who ran to her side.
"Lily. James. May I take a look at the children?" asked a seemingly kind old man dressed in purple robes.
"Why, Albus? They're both fine," asked James,
"Just as a precaution James. To see if there is any hidden damage to either child."
"Of course, Albus. That's fine."
The old wizard named Albus waved his wand at each child and a bright light encompassed them. The wizard looked thoughtful as the light faded away.
"What's wrong Albus? Are they both okay?" asked Lily worriedly.
"Apart from the scar along her chest and abdomen, Alexandra is perfectly okay. Her core is intact and there seems to be no sign of any damage." came the soft reply
"And Harry? Is he okay?" asked James, hurriedly.
"He also has a scar along his forehead as you can see, which has a trace of dark magic surrounding it which could be the result of a curse sent at him. His magical core is also considerably drained which is quite worrying. From this information, I believe that Lord Voldemort has marked Harry as his equal and as a result, Harry is the chosen one!" Albus proclaimed as he smiled at the young couple.
"Oh my!" Exclaimed Lily in shock, "What should we do about his core?"
"We can take him to see Madam Pomfrey-Lily, our son has vanquished the Dark Lord!" James shouted loudly as he looked at his son with pride written across his face.
Lily looked down at her children, pondering her next question, "How did this happen, Albus? Where did the scars come from?"
"I believe that Harry performed accidental magic which led to Voldemort being destroyed. The power produced also destroyed the room which has resulted in Alexandra's scar...as you can tell from standing out here, a lot of the ceiling has fallen and she is covered in dust and pieces of wood. Anything could have landed on here causing her scar. Lily, James, Harry will need to be taught from a young age so he is able to fight against Lord Voldemort" He replied wisely.
"What do you mean? Isn't he gone?" asked James immediately
"No, I don't think this incident could have destroyed him completely James but I assure you, Harry will defeat him in the future."
"Will the scars fade eventually, Albus?" James asked with worry in his eyes.
"I do not think so James. Scars produced with dark magic stay unhealed and look as fresh as when they are first made." replied Albus, remorsefully.
As the two male wizards began to walk away discussing Harry's future training, Lily looked down at her young daughter and was shocked when she could feel the warmth of Alex's magic surrounding her. It was as if she was making sure that her mother was kept safe from harm. Lily pondered this as she walked over to her husband and her old headmaster.
AN: Thank you for reading the first chapter! I will hopefully update with chapters 2 and 3 by the end of this week!
AN 2: I did use some of the text from Deathly Hallows for this chapter mainly near the beginning so credit goes to J. for the text that I used which was hers! Thank you J.K. for being amazing! :)
18/6/2013 : Chapter 2 should be uploaded tomorrow depending on how quickly my Beta's reply...I have 3 because I'm self conscious like that :P
*Thank you for the amazing support for this first chapter! Hopefully I will live up to your expectations and you will all enjoy the adventures of Alex!*
