AN: Revised prologue for grammar and to make things sound a bit better. Please review letting me know what you think my goal is to attempt to get chapter 1 uploaded at some point tonight/tomorrow.
It was Halloween night and all was quiet in the town of Godric's Hollow. The only sound in this quaint village was the sound of children going door to door, hopeful to get candy. Though all was not well this night, for a man was walking through the village in a pair of dark robes—his face hidden in the shadows of his hood.
Though if anyone did glance up and see his face, the terror they would feel from the deep dark red eyes pale almost white face and snake slit for a nose.
This man was a terror to the wizarding world and he went by his self styled name, Lord Voldemort. On this night he had one purpose: to defeat the one being who would ever have a chance at stopping his reign of terror. As he came upon the house of his enemy, he felt the wards that were meant to hide them snap from existence. If only the ones inside knew what was about to come, they would attempt to run, but they were unknowing that the one they considered a friend and ally had betrayed them. Approaching the door, Lord Voldemort drew his wand and cast a blasting curse, blowing the door from its hinges. The husband, James Potter, yelled out "Lily, it's him! Peter betrayed us! Take Harry and run". He heard the hurried footsteps of the foolish girl as she attempted to escape, unaware of the anti-apparition and portkey wards he had erected upon his arrival. He stepped into the house and prepared himself. James Potter, however, was about to prove why his best course in school was transfiguration. Before Lord Voldemort could even took a full step inside the house, James' wand was in hand and he was transfiguring the nearby rubble. He began by transfiguring the door into a tiger and sending it after the so called lord. He was far from done though. He followed it up by turning the rubble around him into blades, which he banished towards the threat to his family. However, Voldemort's reign of terror wasn't without reason. Before James could process it, his tiger vanished and the blades were turned into water, immediately falling to the floor. Voldemort then turned his wand on Potter and cast the spell he was most famous for. "Avada Kedvara."
As a flash of green light left his wand, Potter's life force was snuffed out and he fell to the floor. dead.
Voldemort continued his way into the house, ascending the stairs toward his target, unaware of the danger that awaited him. When made aware of the danger facing her child, Lily Potter, who many referred to as the brightest witch of her generation, began researching ways to protect young Harry. As Voldemort entered the room she had just put the finishing touches upon the runes required to protect her baby. Upon entering the room, he found her crouched in front of Harry's bed. Now, Voldemort had promised her to one of his followers and he was nothing if not benevolent towards those who were faithful. This follower had given him the information that led him here this evening. "Move aside girl. You are promised to another." Unwilling, she held firm in place. "Never! if you want Harry you have to go through me." Staring at her with his wand pointed at her "one last chance foolish girl, move aside! Enough magical blood will be spilt tonight; there is no need to spill yours as well." Still unwilling to waver, she held in place so Lord Voldemort aimed his wand and cast the spell "Avada Kedavra." With another flash of green light, she fell lifeless before her child's bed. As he looked upon the child that prophecy foretold would be his downfall, he sneered, "after tonight none shall be able to stop me," and with that, he raised his wand ready to end the child's life the same way he did the parents. "Avada Kedvara." As the spell raced towards the child, he saw his eyes become the same color as the curse heading towards him. Everything froze and a third being appeared in the room radiating power.
"I hate meddling fools who try to manipulate my tapestry." This being had been referred to as many names, though the most common and the one it preferred was Fate. As she studied the scene before her, she said out loud "This confrontation was not supposed to happen for another 18 years! This child is no where near his equal", due to this she decided to have some fun, for beings such as Fate were not allowed to meddle in the affairs of mortals, with the exception of when they infringed on her domain; she was given free reign to due as she pleased to make things even out. As she was about to begin she heard another voice, "Sister? What are you doing here?" She turned around, her brother appearing before her. To the mortals he was known by many names, though he had two that he preferred; Darkness and Death. He was born from the darkness at the beginning of the universe and he will return to it at the end. "A manipulative old fool set in motion a confrontation between two that were bespoke of in one of my prophecies. Now I am balancing the scales. What brings you here brother?"
"The snake-faced one has been attempting to cheat me and I intend to take my due using this child as my champion." Fate looked Death over.
"it's not often we both get cheated. Perhaps there's a compromise to be had."
Fate stared at her brother; she had one thing to say "What did you have in mind?". With that he went to work reaching out to the darkness around them.
"While I can't take the bastard now, I can make it so that his foe can delay him for the time being" he took the gathered darkness and placed it in the infant. He looked towards his sister. She laughed, "while I don't have as much freedom as you do brother, I am forced to operate inside the means of my prophecy and at this point the child is nowhere near his equal." she reached within the child, taking hold of the core within which his magic resided and allowed her power to flow into it until the core grew to be the same size as his foretold enemy's at this point in time. Death had one final move. Reaching out towards the artefacts that he had given to the mortals centuries before, he grasped the mark that represented their power upon this plain and placed it upon the child. The two entities stepped back, "This should make things more interesting and get us both are due." With one last modification of the mortal's ritual, the two blinked from existence.
As they vanished, time resumed and the curse continued its path towards the child. Voldemort smiled unaware of what had just taken place. The runes fired up, redirecting the curse from its path towards the child and sending it back to its caster where it struck true. Now for most this curse would be instant death, however, in the case of Voldemort, anchors tied him to life. The power of the curse destroyed his body, ripping his spirit from its host. Due to the strain he had put his spirit under creating his anchors, a piece broke off and attempted to latch onto the only living host in the room; it was denied by the darkness placed inside the boy by death by grabbing hold of the leech. The darkness stripped it of all, but its knowledge, and passed it on to its host. The backlash from the destruction of Voldemort attacked all around lighting fire to the house and tearing most of it apart. The child began crying and screaming.
It was as he cried that a distant roaring could be heard which cut off as it reached the house. Panicked screams, "James! Lily! Harry!" The man known as Sirius Black came running into the house and up the stairs towards the sound. Picking up the child, attempting to lull him he heard another figure approach. As the figure came into view he asked, "Hagrid what are you doing here?" The huge man replied, "Dumbledore sent me to collect young 'Arry."
"I'm his godfather he should be with me," Sirius argued. "He will stay with me and if Dumbledore has a problem with it he can come to me himself!" With that Sirius walked past the half-giant and out to his bike. These interferences set the future on a alternate course causing many changes. Fear would be in store for most, but for those who chose to walk with the now slumbering babe? A good prosperous life.