The Switch
It was a chilly Halloween night, the winds swept bitterly against the children trick-or-treating. October 31st. These 2 numbers switched: 13. A day in which most unfortunate events choose to occur and a day where the veil between the world of the dead and the living was at its weakest point.
A man, who could hardly be called human, strode to a moderate homey cottage. His intention was to kill the child of the prophecy. That pathetic coward Peter had given him the address of the Potters , well after a week of good old torturing. 'Hmm…. ' he mused.
His hand held the scrap of paper which had the Potters. 'The Potters live at Godric's Hollow'. His mind reflected on which boy was the prophecy child. His servant (Peter) had told him there were two children, Harry James Potter and Charles James Potter.
As he finished thinking he saw the Potter's Cottage and walked towards it. The self proclaimed Dark Lord deflected the protections with a flick of his wand. As he entered the rat( ironic considering his animagus form ). 'The Potters are out my Lord, I was appointed as the children's babysitter - '. 'Enough of your pathetic sniveling. Take me to them'.
Peter led his master to the nursery painted in red and gold. 'How perfectly Gryffindor ?', Voldemort thought. He entered and saw two identical boys except their eyes were different. One had hazel brown eyes while the other was a curious green, the color of the killing curse.
He locked gazes with the green eyed boy and was surprised when the child held his gaze without flinching. Only this child could be the child of the prophecy. 'Leave us' he said. He waited till he was sure Pettigrew had left the premises and then took aim. The sickly dark green spell shot towards the green eyed child.
He turned to leave when Magic awoke her Master and Mistress's shield, the shield which blocked the spell's path and sped back towards it's caster and instantly forcing his fractured soul out of his body. This was unexpected and immediately Voldermort's body lost his balance and sprawled on the ground.
Pieces of heated rubble fell on Charles and scorched his forehead in a lightning bolt shape and when the Order and the Potters arrived they found a wailing boy with an unusual scar on his head while his twin was sleeping with the same scar on his forehead.
(Author's note: update next week See yo!)