Disclaimer – J.K.Rowling owns everyone but Tommy Lupin, Eleanor Lupin, Ethan Black, Maris Black and the plot. Also, there will be slash later on. Don't like it? Don't read it. Now, on with the story.
Prologue
"Alice, take Neville and run. I'll try and stop him." Frank Longbottom frantically shouted to his wife. Alice snatched up her son and ran to his nursery, where he began to cry. "Please don't cry Neville, everything will be alright. I promise I'll protect you. I'll love you forever, so will daddy," Alice could feel tears threatening to fall as she comforted her 15 month old son. "No matter what happens we'll always love you."
A blast of green light came from downstairs. Alice automatically held her son closer, knowing what must have happened to her beloved husband. The door opened and there stood Lord Voldemort, the most feared dark lord to ever live. She put Neville in his cot, and stood in front of it.
"Stand aside woman, and I may spare your pathetic life" he snarled at her.
"Please don't hurt Neville. Take me instead"
"Stand aside now" he shouted.
"Please no! He's just a baby. Just my baby" Alice started crying uncontrollably.
"Foolish woman. Avada Kedavra" A bright green light filled the room, and the body of Alice Longbottom fell to the floor. Voldemort stepped over her corpse and turned his wand on the scared crying baby. "Get ready to join your parents kid. Avada Kedavra" There was yet another green flash but this time it was different. The flash rebounded and hit Voldemort. Then he was gone, and Neville was left crying in his cot, with a bleeding lightning shaped cut on his forehead. Not knowing that from this day, he would be known as the Boy who Lived.
AN – Next chapters will be longer, I promise. The next chapter will be set in 4th year. This will have HPTR, HPDM and OCOC slash later on. Until next time.