A dark shadow with blood red eyes was seen almost gliding down the road of Godric Hollow. This shadow was none other than Lord Voldemort, who was there with one cruel purpose. To rid the magic world of the one who was destined to defeat him.
He smirked as he neared the cottage.
With a flick of his wand, the door was blasted off its hinges.
"Lily!" Shouted the voice of James Potter. "It's Him! Take the kids and run!"
Blood red eyes watched as the foolish lion rushed towards him.
The fool wasn't even armed with his wand.
A red light slammed into James chest, sending him into the wall unconscious.
Voldemort planned on letting them live long enough so they could watch as he killed the children, then he'd kill them.
He climbed the stairs and moved down the hall, listening gleefully as the Mudblood panicked. He blasted the door to find that the woman had placed herself in front of the cribs. She also didn't have a wand.
Fools. He thought as he stunned her as well, he would've killed her but he had made a promise. Besides he could always kill her later.
He turned to the infants.
One, the boy, had dull brown eyes and auburn hair. Seeing nothing special about him, he turned to the other.
The girl, Harriet Potter, if the rat was correct, with short raven black hair looked at him with bright emerald green eyes that almost glowed with power. Upon using his magic sight to check the girl's magic core, he gapped at what he saw. The toddler's aura was white with flecks of purple and silver, it was pulsing with raw magic power that nearly caused him to stagger. She was significantly more powerful than any he had encountered before, possibly even more powerful than himself when he was young.
"You are a powerful child, the one to defeat me. I would keep you alive and train you, if I knew you would join me, but with your parents and that manipulative old goat there would be no chance." The Dark Lord murmured quietly to himself, but unknown to him, Harriett Potter heard every word. "Such a pity though, you have such beautiful eyes."
Voldemort raised his wand and cast the killing curse.
The green spell shot towards the eight-month-old, and instead hit a white dome that had flecks of purple and silver that encased the girl and hurtled the spell back to the one who had cast it.
Voldemort screamed as his soul was ripped from his body and was cast far away from the house.
Harriet Potter! I will get my revenge! Voldemort thought as he fled.
The aftershock of the rebounded spell caused the room to collapse. Debris went everywhere and a splinter cut a 'V' in the younger brother's cheek. When Dumbledore came, and revived the parents, they sprinted to the nursery. Upon seeing Henry's scar Dumbledore declared the boy as the Boy-Who-Lived.
No one even bothered to look at the little girl who lay unconscious in her crib with a drained magic core and a fresh bleeding scar shaped like lightning.