Author's Note: This is my first Harry Potter Fanfic, so please review with advice or whatever. Constructed Criticism is great, but please- no flames!
Disclaimer: Not mine.
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Prologue
Lily Evans Potter jerked awake to the sound of daughter's crying. She jumped out of bed, knowing it would be useless to let her husband, James, handle it; no matter how much he adored his little girl, he was a heavy sleeper, and didn't get up for anything in the middle of the night.
Lily ran through the door to her twin children's room. Violet Lillian Potter, Lily's one-year-old daughter, was crying loudly in her crib. Harry, her twin brother, was also awake, staring at her fearfully. Lily smiled reassuringly at her son as she picked up Violet and started rocking her back and forth.
"Well, well, if it isn't the mudblood Evans." A voice said behind her. Lily turned around and screamed at the sight of the most feared wizard in the world at her doorway, his wand pointed at her heart. In her surprise, she accidentally dropped her daughter to the floor, and Violet sobbed harder as a cut formed on her cheek.
Voldemort laughed maniacally. "Hand over your children, Evans, and I'll let you and your mudblood-loving husband live."
Lily shook her head. "Never."
"Let's try this again, you foolish girl. I'm not in the mood for killing everyone in sight, I just want the bloody prophesized one taken care of. Give me Harry, and I'll let everyone else live, deal."
Lily stared at the man in horror, and then down at her son. She knew what she had to do as soon as she saw her baby boy. She loved him more than life itself; more than James, even more than Violet. She hadn't planned to, of course, but James had always favored Violet, leaving Harry to her. And she would happily give her life for his.
"You'll kill Harry over my dead body, Voldemort." She said.
"That can be arranged. Avada Kedavra."
Lily dropped down dead on the floor, and the most feared wizard in the world turned his attention to her one-year-old child. He stared at Violet for a minute, who was sobbing her little heart out on the floor. Then he turned his attention to her brother, who was staring at his mother somberly from his crib. And Voldemort knew that the chosen child, the one prophesized to defeat him, had to be the boy. The girl was just a pathetic weakling, wanting her parents to come and save her from the big-bad dark lord. Harry, however, was obviously intelligent, realizing as he stared at her that his mother was dead, and would never be able to help him again. Pretty impressive feat for a one-year-old.
"So, you're the prophesized one, are you, Harry? Just as I had expected- we're too similar for you not to be. But I can't let you defeat me, now can I? Avada Kedavra!"
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