Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling wrote Harry Potter, not me. All characters and plot that are in her books are hers.
"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 help the Dark Lord approaches… Born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies… And the Dark Lord will mark the one as his equal, but the one will have the power that the Dark Lord knows not… And either must die at the hand of another for neither can live while the other survives…"
"Very good, Severusss." A man with dark, black eyes hissed at a younger man with black hair, "You have done well.".
Severus bowed and moved into the black-robed mass of people behind him.
"I will get the Potter boy." The man who hissed announced gleefully, his eyes turning red, "Bella, go to the Longbottoms and take the Longbottom boy. Kill if you must."
A woman with black hair bowed, cackling in delight.
"He will be turned." The man said "I will not have it otherwise."
"Yes, my Lord." The group chorused.
The "Lord" turned on the spot, disappearing. In the space where he once sat, a voice could still be heard.
"Harry Potter...".
A small child of the age of about one tottered down the dark street. The child was heading towards an empty lot, which seemed a bit out of place. Beside the empty lot was a graveyard that seemed to be a pit of darkness. The child whimpered a bit as it saw the graveyard, and started backing into the empty lot. The child ran into an invisible barrier, of sorts. It whimpered again and jumped. All of the sudden, a house appeared in the stop of the once-empty lot, it's bright lights contrasting with the darkness of the graveyard. The child's hand caught ahold of the open window, and it somehow pulled itself inside.
Shouts were heard from the graveyard.
"Where's-?".
"I thought- AAHHH!"
"Stand aside!"
"No! Get away from-"
A ruffle of sound could be heard-
"STOP! I'M ARMED!"
A snort came from the darkness, followed by cackling.
"I'm telling you, move away-"
"Avada Kedavra!".
There was a scream, and the graveyard was lit up by a green flash. A dark figure stood by a gravestone, the origin of the light. The figure was holding a small stick of sorts - then graveyard was once more dark.
"JA-"
"Avada Kedavra!".
The graveyard was lit up in green again. The dark figure was opening the door to the house. Shouts came from inside as darkness resumed-
"He's here!".
"Take Harry!".
A green flash lit the area, this time in the house. There was two screams and two wails at once.
"No! Not Harry, please! Not Harry!".
"Stand aside, girl!".
"Not Harry-"
Another green flash lit up the sky.
"Now, for the child… Ava-".
There was a green flash, and a scream.
A child tumbled out of the window.