Chapter One: Bellatrix's Mistake
Voldemort looked into the green eyes of the baby in front of him. "Goodbye, Harry Potter," he said, raising his wand high, and aiming it at the babe in his crib. The explosion was defining. Voldemort saw his mistake just nanoseconds before it happened. His body was torn apart like he'd swallowed a live grenade, and his soul, torn and mutilated as it was, fled before it could be discovered.
That was seventeen years ago, and it would not happen again. His cool red eyes watched the bright green eyes of Harry Potter once more. He outnumbered him, and the boy no longer had his mother's protection. All to easy, really. He took a moment of caution. Was it a trick? No, he didn't think so. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Bellatrix raise her wand. "No!" he shouted, stunning the wild-looking woman, who nodded, and lowered her wand.
He looked at harry again, and saw defiance in his eyes. Too bad it would be for nothing. He raised his own wand, and pointed it, for the last time, at the great Harry Potter. "Goodbye," he said, all to well remembering the first time he had attacked the boy. He hesitated.
Harry Potter watched in silence as the Dark Lord stared at him. His feet would betray him any second, and start running, but he knew it would be useless. His nerves seemed to fail him in his arms, however, and as Voldemort raised his wand, he gripped his own. He would not die without a fight. He saw everything as though it were slowed down, and he raised his wand as well.
Bellatrix raised her wand as she saw Harry do the same. Foolishly, she thought of protecting her Master. Earning his praise. Before anyone could react, even her beloved Master, she shouted "Avada Kadavra!" A jet of green light flew from her wand, and struck Harry in the chest. The power behind the spell was enough to knock him clean off his feet. He hit a tree with a sickening, bodily crunch, and fell to the ground.
Voldemort rounded on his lieutenant. "How dare you!" he bellowed. His followers backed away, save for Lestrange. The last time he had lost control as to start shouting this loudly, people died in great numbers. She trembled in front of him. "My Lord," she gasped, breathless. His anger was something she loved, even when it was directed at her. "My Lord, I saw him raise his wand!" she said, still looking at him, dead in the eyes.
Voldemort's long fingered hand struck Bellatrix across the cheek, and she fell to the ground. In his rage, he had even forgotten that he could use the Cruciatus Curse. That did not last long. "Crucio!" he shouted, his face livid. She writhed on the ground, screaming loud enough for her voice to carry all the way to Hogwarts, where the people in the great hall looked up in surprise.
He lifted the curse from her, and fumed. "Does my lieutenant think that I am too weak to kill a seventeen year old boy?!" he shouted again. Most of his followers cowered behind trees some distance away. "Get up!" he bellowed, rage flooding his body. He kicked her, hard in the side. She stood, shaking. His anger was no longer something she liked to see. It filled her with fear that was so great, it was all she could to from revealing herself where she stood.
"M-my Lord," she croaked, tears welling up in her eyes. He did not care. He took a menacing step towards her, and she backed up a step from him. His features softened. "I am sorry, Bellatrix."
She gasped. Was she going to be forgiven? Happyness flooded her body, but turned once more into fear as he raised his wand to her. "Avada Kadavra!" he hissed, and Bellatrix Lestrange fell dead.
