A/N: I have no beta, so all mistakes are mine. Updates will be sporadic, so please be patient. Hope you like it!
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
"Please don't do this, you don't need to." The hysterical cries of the woman went unheard by the man, he didn't need to listen to her pleas they wouldn't change his mind.
Instead he was watching the child in her arms as she continued to beg him. The boy wasn't what he expected. He didn't expect much; maybe a chubby, freckled boy. Not the black haired, green eyed boy with skin whiter than snow. The child was much smaller too; unless he didn't know better he would have thought the boy was only a few months old not over a year. But why he was watching was because the child wasn't even crying, no he was just staring right back at him; and the understanding in his eyes was something to make anyone pause. No one that young should know what was to happen after the man said the infamous words.
Still the man didn't hesitate after the woman ceased her begging to lift his wand and end her life. It was harder than he thought to actually kill the boy. As the words of the curse were leaving his mouth did the boy finally begin to cry, but Voldemort didn't hear but a second of the whimpers because instead of hitting the boy, his curse had hit him instead.
A/N: I know it was short, but it's just a prologue. So what do ya think?