Chapter 1: Halloween
A/N: OK, I'd just like to say that this is my first fanfic so stay with me here! I'm still getting use to everything but I wanted to give it a shot. Now this first chapter takes place on that Halloween, there is some slight changes, obviously, but for the most part all of the following words are J.K. Rowlings', I got them from the Deathly Hallows.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, all trademarks and characters belong to J.K. Rowling, this is for the whole story.
Chapter 1: Halloween
The night wet and windy, two children dressed as pumpkins waddling across the square, and the shop windows covered in paper spiders, all the tawdry Muggle trappings of a world in which they did not believe . . . And he was gliding along, that sense of purpose and power and rightness in him that he always knew on these occasions . . . Not anger . . . that was for weaker souls than he . . . but triumph, yes . . . He had waited for this, he had hoped for it . . .
"Nice costume, mister!"
He saw the small boy's smile falter as he ran near enough to see beneath the hood of the cloak, saw the fear cloud his painted face: Then the child turned and ran away. . . . Beneath the robe he fingered the handle of his wand . . . One simple movement and the child would never reach his mother . . . but unnecessary, quite unnecessary. . . .
And along a new and darker street he moved, and now his destination was in sight at last, the Fidelus Charm broken, though they did not know it. . . .
They had not drawn the curtains; he saw them quite clearly in their little sitting room, the tall black- haired man in his glasses, making puffs of colored smoke erupt from his wand for the amusement of the small black- haired boy in his blue pajamas. The child was laughing and trying to catch the smoke, to grab it in his small fist. . . .
A door opened and the mother entered, saying words he could not hear, her long dark-red hair falling over her face. Now the father scooped up the son and handed him to the mother. He threw his and down upon the sofa and stretching, yawning . . .
The gate creaked a little as he pushed it open, but James Potter did not hear. 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 James came sprinting into the hall. It was easy, too easy, he had not even picked up his wand. . . .
"Lily, take Harry and go! It's him! Go! Run! I'll hold him off!"
Hold him off, without a wand in his hand! . . . He laughed before casting the spell. . . . Black cords erupted from his wand, bounding James Potter. . . .
"I believe watching your child die, knowing you can't do anything to stop it, would be worse than death for you." he sad calmly. James Potter's eyes widened in fear, "No . . ."he whispered. He stepped away from James toward the stairs. . .
He could hear her screaming from the upper floor, trapped, but as long as she was sensible, she, at lest, had nothing to fear after he finished his task. . . . He climbed the steps, listening with faint amusement to her attempts to barricade herself in. . . . She had no wand upon her either. . . . How stupid they were, and how trusting, thinking that their safety lay in friends, that weapons could be discarded even for moments. . . .
He forced the door open, cast aside the chair and boxes hastily piled against it with one lazy wave of his wand . . . and there she stood, the child in her arms. At the sight of him, she dropped her son into the crib behind her and threw her arms wide, as if shielding him from sight she hoped to be chosen instead. . . .
"Not Harry, not Harry, please not Harry!" He cast the spell, black cords erupting from his wand once more
"Now you can watch your worst fear, my dear." he said as she began screaming and sobbing.
He joined the two parents together, both pleading with him to spare their son. He laughed as he stood before the child, who was looking quizzically at him.
"This is my down fall? Pathetic!" he spat as he pointed his wand at the child's forehead. He wanted to see it happen.
"No! Please, not Harry take me kill me instead-" Lily Potter screamed. He gave a cold merciless laugh.
"It is not you whom I want, but the boy." he said. He brought his attention back to the small boy and smirked as the parents screams broke once more.
"Not Harry! Please . . . have mercy . . . have mercy, Not Harry! Please- I'll do anything-" they screamed. He laughed once again. Smiling he cast the curse . . .
"Avada Kedarva!" Lily and James Potter screamed in horror.
And then he broke: He was nothing, nothing but pain and terror, and he must hide himself, not here in the rubble of the ruined house, where the child was screaming, trapped with its parents; but far away . . . far away. . . .
A/N: So, what do you think? Reviews are appreciated!