1981
Voldermort walked up the drive towards the Potter's house, his robe dragging on the ground behind him. The air was eerily silent, as if the animals could sense something was wrong, Voldermort knew what he must do, for if he killed the boy he would complete the prophecy. He could feel a strong residue of magic from the fidelius charm and another locking charm for the door but with a quick flick of his wand had obliterated the charms on the door. He was ready for a fight, the parents first but when he had taken them out it would be a simple case of killing the boy.
He blasted the door down and was surprised to see just James Potter standing there wand in hand, James cast an Impedimenta, not being able to do anything more lethal according to ministry law, Voldermort put up a quick protego and then ended the fight casting Avada Kedavra instantly killing James. He continued up the stairs and found Lily Potter unarmed. "He's not here," she said trying to delay Voldemort, she had no fear in her eyes but love for her family, a family that could die.
"Get out of the way silly girl, too much pure blood has been spilt tonight"
She persisted begging him as he pushed into one of the rooms searching for Harry " Please, take me instead of him" she begged
He lost patience and killed her, her cries of anguish ringing around the room. He saw a cot and a little baby and thought about spell ending the life of the boy that was prophecised to either be killed at his hand or be killed by him, the most powerful dark wizard of all, he scoffed at himself for thinking a baby could stop him and cast "AVADA KEDAVRA!" He screamed at the top of his lungs, a bolt of green light coming out of his wand. No one but Voldemort saw a shimmering blue shield appeared around the baby deflecting the spell back at the Dark Lord, ancient magic had been reawakened.
1991
"Come here boy's" Vernon Dursley's tone of voice made it quite clear he didn't want to congratulate them on being top of the class at their school but rather scold them for something that his son Dudley had done. "I made it quite clear that these cakes were for later,"
Harry replied " It wasn't us, it was your son that fat pig Dudley,"
"How dare you!" Vernon was clearly seething at the fact they would insult his perfect son, "Which one are you anyway, can't you get names"
Vernon called them both Harry, as the note left with them instructed, this was about the only section of the note he did follow, purely because he didn't believe either of them deserved names.
"We do I'm Sirius" Harry replied
"And I'm Remus" The other Harry also replied
"I refuse to call you by those horrible magical names" Vernon was clearly agitated at the fact they had tried to use their magical names again, how they found out was beyond him, he had never said anything about magic yet they still knew it existed. At least they don't know spells yet he thought to himself.
Sirius and Remus sat in their bedroom, a small cupboard underneath the stairs with one single bed that they shared, it had a smell of rotten food and was infested with rats, whilst they were sitting they polished Vernon's shoes, one of their daily chores, when the doorbell rang. Vernon went to get it, they were expecting visitors, Vernon had an important business meeting and he'd made the boy's clean the entire house, "It was his biggest deal to date" he'd told the boy's, they didn't believe him because he had one of these every year but nevertheless they cleaned the house from top to bottom in an attempt to please their ever demanding uncle. Vernon went to the door surprised his guests were here this early, they weren't due for another half an hour but he supposed that his business partner wanted more time to talk about his fascinating business that he reminded Remus and Sirius about constantly. He answered the door and saw the man of his nightmares.
"Hello," said Dumbledore. Vernon backed away in fear, he had only seen this man once but he knew it couldn't mean good news, Sirius peeked out wondering who the unexpected visitor was, he caught his breath sharply "Remus come look at this" The boys huddled together trying to get a peek of the man that had told them their names and taught them about the thing they dream of: magic.
