Ok, so this is my first story on and i hope you guys enjoy. Depending on the feedback, I might post more but you guys can always find me on ao3.I'm pretty sure you already know this but this is fanfic. I own none off these characters or even the base stories, those rites belong to their authors.
Anyways, now that's over...ON WITH THE FIC!!!
When a cloaked figure appeared at Godric's Hollow he was greeted only with screams and sirens. The mortals around him didn't seem to notice him though, not even as he stepped into the cottage that was slowly burning to the ground.
As the figure entered the small nursery, his attention was immediately drawn to three things, a red-headed young lady who was sprawled across the floor, a black cloak covered in dust and a sleeping baby in the corner of the room. He made his way over to the red-head first, touching her head he received her life, for nothing was hidden from him, not even life.
Step aside you silly girl.No not my Harry, take me instead.AVADA KEDAVARA
The figure slowly began to help the now dead girl to lie down properly before moving on. Stepping over the dusty cloak he made it to the baby, and touched his head. This memory was much shorter and more blurry but was essentially the same, the only difference was the addition of a second green light. While tucking the infant into the bed the figure noticed a small scar hidden behind his hairline.
The figure stared in shock before he began softly chuckling as not to wake the babe. "Well little Harry Potter," the figure said slowly stroking the mark left on the sleeping infant "aren't you full of surprises. " As the figure began to leave he glanced back to admire the mark, his mark.
Yes, this little boy was full of surprises, for this little boy wore the mark of death.
Soooo, what do you think?I know the grammar isn't perfect but i don't a beta yet so you'll have to make do for now.