The tick of the cuckoo clock sitting on the nursery wall would fill the almost silent room where the baby slept. Ever quiet footsteps would approach the door, the creak of the old door hinges welcomed the young lady in her late twenties. She had red flowing hair, like lava, and beautiful forest green eyes. The boy in the crib would wake silently as a floor board creaked under her weight. Cursing under her breath, she'd mutter something along the lines of getting out of the old house soon.
Seeing her child awake she'd gently pick him up, feeding him his bottle. Just as the boy finished she'd her a crash, a loud one. A yell up the stairs telling her to take harry and run, one that was quickly cut off with a burst of green. A sickly alien green. Setting down the baby, the woman would stand in front of the crib, blocking the invader from her harry.
The door was blasted down with a quick spell. A snake like man burst through, telling the mother to move aside. She'd bluntly refuse too and was quickly shot down with the same sickly green light her husband was killed by. Next, the last of the line of potters, the chosen child, was on this snake man's list to kill.
Just lying there was the child, looking at the man with innocent eyes that held far too much knowledge for his liking. With a quick swish and flick of a wand and the words, "Avada Kedavra!" Everything went black, for both the child and the wizard known as lord Voldemort.
--First—
Pain Pain Pain. That was all I felt as I woke my mind, strangely clear for someone who just dyed. It was quiet, too quiet for my liking, and so I opened my eyes. Darkness and stars, a void of beauty surrounding me. Two people arguing around me, shattered this beauty thought.
"What do you mean you lost the soul!!!?" A loud and clearly annoyed voice launched its attack.
"Don't worry so much, I brought a replacement, and even gave it a few compensational abilities" a nonchalant voice would go.
"That doesn't make it any better…" the first voice would grumble, "fine, what are the 'abilities?'"
"Oh those? The Gamer Soul, higher magical capacity, and not living with muggles" the second voice would sound, happy he had won the short argument.
"That might ruin the plot!!!" the higher younger sounding first voice would say angrily
"Whoops, I already Engraved the soul!" a clear click sound was next "oops… I clicked the send off button…" An evil grin was clearly shown by the voice he elder of the two was making.
My eyelids slowly getting heavier and heavier, I'd drift off too sleep.