The clear, beautiful October day had given way to a misty twilight, turning into a pitch black night.
All over the hollow, children in costume ran up and down the street laughing, shouting excitedly, collecting candy as carved pumpkins peeked out of every corner.
The shadow smiled. The beauty of the darkness, always appreciated, even if only for a fraction of a moment. Swallowed up all insight, powerful enough even the sun gave way to it's magnificence and power. There was power tonight. The ambient magic harnessed
itself on important magical days such as All Hallow's. The shadow wrapped itself up in it. None dared to stand in his way, those that didpayed the consequences with their lives. Lord Voldemort does not forgive. Now, time to be rid of the
pestilence of a child that was supposed to defeat him eventually. Please, no one stood up to him and lived. Especially not some lytyet that was barely a toddler. No one was as great as he.
The wind howled mournfully, tugging at the shadow's cloak, as if begging him to leave, let the child be.
Loyalty,favoured by Gryffindor, but a friend of theirs not one no more. Pettigrew a traitor, a foul rodent. His use limited, given over to Bella. She detested rats. Even he hated traitors.
The gate creaked open, and all motion inside the house stopped. Whispers drowned out by the haunting melancholy of the night. He cackled, a dark and eerie sound, foreign to his tongue, almost.
Upon opening the door, a scarlet beam streaked through. Smart. But none could defeat him. A furious duel begun, the Potter Lord frantically casting stunners. Credit given when it's due, he did last seven minutes. A new record. But to waste a drop of pure
blood is such a waste. James Potter crumpled beneath a Stupefy, leaving the stairway unguarded. Perfect.
He ascended the stairs, silent as a ghost, perhaps more so. The mud blood he hated to spare, but Lord Voldemortrewards his followers, and Severus had asked for her. A quick stunner before she could blink, another body lay stunned on the floor.
The twins, one of which fated to defeat him, lay in their crib. But the noise had woken both. The red head with his father's eyes started to wail, but a Silenciodispelled of that issue. The other, the elder by a few seconds, actually was born
July 31, the other August 1. The parents were unaware of that of course. Idiotic doctors. The child of Ravenlocks glared at him defiantly, as if daring him to attack his brother. Avada Kedavra emerald seemed to pierce his soul. Far too eerie
and intelligentlyfor a babe of fifteen months.
"Time to say Goodbye, little Harry." His voiced rasped, hate and relief echoed through. Casting the spell, emerald light flew towards the child.
To the shadow's amazement, a light of all colours yet none at all became a shield that left a lightning scar on the child's brow, reflecting the spell to him. Karma hurts far too literally. All he knew was pain, then as a wraith, exited the sight of his
downfall, swearing revenge.
All Harold Siremvus Potter knew was pain in his head, and his brother was safe, save for a rune of protection engraved on his hand. A lightning scar.
Unknowing tonight his life would change as Albus Dumbledore made a mistake telling the world that Cooper James Potter was the boy-who-lived. All he knew was that he wanted sleep, and fell into it's embrace 30 seconds later.
