Ra's Priestess: Hey peeps! My third fic! This is a somewhat AU fic.
Summary: Harry Potter never lived, Voldemort is in control of the Ministry, and
another Prophecy is made?!?!
Disclaimer: I dont own Harry Potter or anything that resembles anything in the
Harry Potter universe. JK Rowling owns that crap. Dont sue. I dont have any
money to pay you with.
Chapter 1:
THE ONE WITH THE POWER TO VANQUISH THE DARK LORD APPROACHES...
BORN TO THOSE WHO HAVE THRICE DEFIED HIM, BORN AS THE SEVENTH MONTH DIES...
AND THE DARK LORD WILL MARK HIM AS HIS EQUAL, BUT HE WILL HAVE POWER THE DARK
LORD KNOWS NOT...
AND EITHER MUST DIE AT THE HAND OF THE OTHER FOR NEITHER CAN LIVE WHILE THE
OTHER SURVIVES...
THE ONE WITH THE POWER TO VANQUISH THE DARK LORD WILL BE BORN AS THE SEVENTH
MONTH DIES...
August 5, 1981 - Godric's Hollow
It was a generally peaceful night in Godric's Hollow. The only exception
was at number 11, Georyn Road, where three people were being attacked by Death
Eaters.
"Lily! Take Harry and go! I'll hold them off!" James Potter yelled to his
wife, Lily Potter, across their living room. Lily, frozen with fear, did not
move immediatly. "Please, Lily! I don't want to lose you! Take Harry and run!"
Lily took one last look at her husband of three years. He was fighting off
two death eaters at once, his long black hair getting in the way of his sight.
She frantically ran up the stairs to her son's room.
James shot spells in every direction, either stunning or killing his
opponents. Finally, there was only one man standing besides him. Lord Voldemort
was his name.
"Ready to die, Potter?" Voldemort sneered at his opponent, his demonic red
eyes glowing.
"In your dreams, Tom." Voldemort, or Tom Riddle, glanced angrily at James
for use of his real name. Both wizards bowed to each other, starting a wizard's
duel.
"Expelliarmus!"
"Protego!"
And there started the final battle between James Potter and Voldemort, the
fourth time they have met in the war. Both shot spells at each other like you
wouldn't imagine. Unfortumatly, however, James' reflexes slowed down, and Tom
Riddle shot a spell at him.
"Petrificus Totalus." Voldemort yelled. James fell to the ground, his body
locked tightly together. Voldemort walked over to James. "Well, Potter," he
hissed, "your time ends now. As does your mudblood wife and your half-blood
son.You have your secret-keeper to thank for that. That prophecy shall never
come true if he dies with you tonight." If James was going to ask about what
prophecy Voldemort was ranting about, he never had the chance. "Avada Kedavra."
Voldemort whispered, sadistically grinning. He then stepped over the corpse of
James Potter in order to look for his two other targets.
He went up the stairs that led to bab Harry's room. Tom found a frantic
Lily Potter holding Harry Potter in her arms, trying to escape through the
window. She caught sight of Tom and got out her wand. But he was quicker.
"Please! Anything but my son! Don't hurt him! He's just a little baby!
What can he do to you?" Lily sobbed, trying to hide her baby from view of
Voldemort.
"He can ruin my future of being the greatest wizard ever alive, that's
what." Tom pointed his wand to Harry. "But not anymore. Avada Kedavra." A flash
of green light, and little Harry Potter went limp in Lily's arms.
"No! You monster! How can you do that? To a harmless baby?"
"Why should I bother answering you, Mudblood? Avada Kedavra." Another
flash of green light, and the bodies of Lily and Harry Potter fell to the
ground. Tom walked downstairs, grinning.
"And my work here is done."
August 6, 1981 - Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
Albus Dumbledore sat down on the chair in his office and sighed. He just
got word of the attack on the Potters. 'Another Order family gone,' he thought.
'And one of the two children of the prophecy gone as well.' He stood up and
walked to the small basin near his desk, his pensieve. Albus called up the
prophecy and listened to it, the twinkle in his blue eyes gone. 'Only little
Neville Longbottom is alive to save the world from Voldemort's reign. Let us
hope he succeeds.'
Little did Albus know that there was another child that fit the
description of the prophecy.
Ra's Priestess: So how is it? R&R! Oh, and not that it matters much, but does
anyone actually know where the Potters lived before they died?
Summary: Harry Potter never lived, Voldemort is in control of the Ministry, and
another Prophecy is made?!?!
Disclaimer: I dont own Harry Potter or anything that resembles anything in the
Harry Potter universe. JK Rowling owns that crap. Dont sue. I dont have any
money to pay you with.
Chapter 1:
THE ONE WITH THE POWER TO VANQUISH THE DARK LORD APPROACHES...
BORN TO THOSE WHO HAVE THRICE DEFIED HIM, BORN AS THE SEVENTH MONTH DIES...
AND THE DARK LORD WILL MARK HIM AS HIS EQUAL, BUT HE WILL HAVE POWER THE DARK
LORD KNOWS NOT...
AND EITHER MUST DIE AT THE HAND OF THE OTHER FOR NEITHER CAN LIVE WHILE THE
OTHER SURVIVES...
THE ONE WITH THE POWER TO VANQUISH THE DARK LORD WILL BE BORN AS THE SEVENTH
MONTH DIES...
August 5, 1981 - Godric's Hollow
It was a generally peaceful night in Godric's Hollow. The only exception
was at number 11, Georyn Road, where three people were being attacked by Death
Eaters.
"Lily! Take Harry and go! I'll hold them off!" James Potter yelled to his
wife, Lily Potter, across their living room. Lily, frozen with fear, did not
move immediatly. "Please, Lily! I don't want to lose you! Take Harry and run!"
Lily took one last look at her husband of three years. He was fighting off
two death eaters at once, his long black hair getting in the way of his sight.
She frantically ran up the stairs to her son's room.
James shot spells in every direction, either stunning or killing his
opponents. Finally, there was only one man standing besides him. Lord Voldemort
was his name.
"Ready to die, Potter?" Voldemort sneered at his opponent, his demonic red
eyes glowing.
"In your dreams, Tom." Voldemort, or Tom Riddle, glanced angrily at James
for use of his real name. Both wizards bowed to each other, starting a wizard's
duel.
"Expelliarmus!"
"Protego!"
And there started the final battle between James Potter and Voldemort, the
fourth time they have met in the war. Both shot spells at each other like you
wouldn't imagine. Unfortumatly, however, James' reflexes slowed down, and Tom
Riddle shot a spell at him.
"Petrificus Totalus." Voldemort yelled. James fell to the ground, his body
locked tightly together. Voldemort walked over to James. "Well, Potter," he
hissed, "your time ends now. As does your mudblood wife and your half-blood
son.You have your secret-keeper to thank for that. That prophecy shall never
come true if he dies with you tonight." If James was going to ask about what
prophecy Voldemort was ranting about, he never had the chance. "Avada Kedavra."
Voldemort whispered, sadistically grinning. He then stepped over the corpse of
James Potter in order to look for his two other targets.
He went up the stairs that led to bab Harry's room. Tom found a frantic
Lily Potter holding Harry Potter in her arms, trying to escape through the
window. She caught sight of Tom and got out her wand. But he was quicker.
"Please! Anything but my son! Don't hurt him! He's just a little baby!
What can he do to you?" Lily sobbed, trying to hide her baby from view of
Voldemort.
"He can ruin my future of being the greatest wizard ever alive, that's
what." Tom pointed his wand to Harry. "But not anymore. Avada Kedavra." A flash
of green light, and little Harry Potter went limp in Lily's arms.
"No! You monster! How can you do that? To a harmless baby?"
"Why should I bother answering you, Mudblood? Avada Kedavra." Another
flash of green light, and the bodies of Lily and Harry Potter fell to the
ground. Tom walked downstairs, grinning.
"And my work here is done."
August 6, 1981 - Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
Albus Dumbledore sat down on the chair in his office and sighed. He just
got word of the attack on the Potters. 'Another Order family gone,' he thought.
'And one of the two children of the prophecy gone as well.' He stood up and
walked to the small basin near his desk, his pensieve. Albus called up the
prophecy and listened to it, the twinkle in his blue eyes gone. 'Only little
Neville Longbottom is alive to save the world from Voldemort's reign. Let us
hope he succeeds.'
Little did Albus know that there was another child that fit the
description of the prophecy.
Ra's Priestess: So how is it? R&R! Oh, and not that it matters much, but does
anyone actually know where the Potters lived before they died?