Warnings: character death and some gore in later chapters.

Author's note: This story will be a series of one shots with the same theme. I apologize if there are mistakes and any commentary is appreaciated. Have fun.

Disclamer: I do not own anything except my ideas. Harry Potter is J.K. Rowling's.

The dark lord gazed upon the small house in Godric's hollow with intense satisfaction. Peter Pettigrew had disclosed the location of the Potter family safe house at last. As he approached the front door, he hesitated a few moments. He wondered if he could truly accomplish this murder in cold blood. He did not wish to kill any young children when their views could still be swayed to his side.

Voldemort's resolve soon hardened when he reminded himself that his plans could not be thwarted by a this foolish prophecy. Though the infant was harmless now, he would surely grow to be a thorn in his side. He needed his followers to harbour no doubts during this key moment of the war.

Voldemort blast through the door off it's hinges with a dramatic flair and an eerie cackle. He only had to take a few steps before his prey blocked his path. No words were exchanged before he engaged James Potter in a fast paced duel. Though the man had served as an auror and was a formidable opponent, he was no match for a lord. After putting up a truly valiant effort, the Potter lord was soon fell to a well-aimed killing curse.

The only shortcoming this curse has is that the death is instantaneous and leaves no physical traces. The dark lord thought in faint disappointment. But then again, it's what makes it so devastating.

Voldemort cast a cursory homenum revelio to confirm that the baby wasn't hidden in plain sight before silently ascending the staircase. He soon located the nursery and blasted through the door after trying a simple alohomora with no positive result.

Voldemort started to head towards the crib, but was soon blocked. Lily Potter's fiery hair intensified the determined gleam in her green eyes. The woman begged him to spare her son's life again and again, only for the dark lord to become more annoyed with every attempt. He ordered her to step aside, but she only howled to kill her instead. Tired of this foolish woman, he watched her body fall to the floor with vindictive satisfaction.

After stepping over her cooling corpse, he laid his eyes on the young child to try to discern what made this child hold the potential to vanquish him. Other than his peculiar green eyes, he seemed to be like every other sniveling brat he had seen over his lifetime.

However, upon further observation, he realized that the child was peculiar. Though the baby's plump cheeks were streaked with tears and snot dribbled out of his nostrils, he was staring right into the dark lord's eyes with no sign of fear. He also seemed to have already inherited the Potter messy hair and useless bravado.

"Goodbye, Harry Potter." Voldemort said. "Understand that this is not in any way personal. Avada kedavra!"

The sickly green curse burst forward from his wand at lightning speed. Harry's eyes seemed to become even more vibrant with the killing curse's light reflecting on his green orbs. When the spell finally hit its mark, The infant's eyes quickly glazed over and it's body went limp.

Well, that was anticlimactic, he thought as a smug smile slowly appeared on the dark lord's face. Now he only had to kill the young Longbottom to assure his reign over the wizarding world. After setting the house ablaze, he disappeared with a soft crack. The order of the phoenix would find only a pile of ashes and a giant snake slithering in a skull floating in the dark sky.

end

Thanks for reading and please review!

Poochiemay

ps: My friend is writing stories in french on this account. Any bilinguals are encouraged to go check it out.