Disclaimer : Harry Potter and all the other stuff made up about him belongs to JK Rowling. I own nothing except the plot and idea of this fanfic.
A/N : I'm trying to make the story sound as Rowling-style-like as possible. If you think this story is stupid, nonsense, etc. etc. etc., flame away. However, constructive criticism is better than insults, both for me and for you, because then I would know how to improve my future fanfics/stories, and you would be reading more decent stories written by me.
Chapter 1 : At Godric's Hollow'Lily, take Harry and leave now!'
Lily Potter clutched onto her one-year-old son tightly, and shook her head with much resolution. 'No,' she said firmly. 'What will happen to you?'
James Potter, his right hand pointing his wand at the Dark Lord, reached his other hand back out, as though trying to push his wife away. 'It doesn't matter!' he snarled. 'Your safety is more important – yours and Harry's… Now go!'
The Dark Lord, Voldemort, was cackling malevolently. He pointed his wand at James, so that its tip almost touched James'. 'I'm sorry,' he said in a cold, high voice, sneering in mock sympathy. 'I didn't realize now isn't a good time to come and visit the Potters.'
James stared at Voldemort angrily. If Voldemort was going to kill him, he wasn't going to let that old geezer make fun of him first. He gripped his wand tightly, ready to mutter a hex, but he was apparently too late.
'Avada Kedavra,' Voldemort said, so softly that it was almost a whisper. It didn't matter how loud he said it, though. Immediately, a stream of green light burst forth from his wand, followed by a loud rushing sound, as though suddenly there was a gale coming.
A split second later, James was lying in a heap on the floor, completely lifeless.
Lily was clearly horrified. She groped around, trying to find her wand, and holding onto her baby at the same time. All the while she kept her green eyes, mingled with fury and fear, fixed on the wizard that had just murdered her husband. 'You'll never take Harry,' she muttered.
Voldemort took no heed of her. He cast a quick spell which threw her down onto the floor, causing her to drop the bundle that was wrapped around her baby son. Voldemort, smiling triumphantly, advanced upon Harry, who was now crying helplessly.
'NO!' Lily cried. She got up and threw herself down in front of her child, trying to shield him. She finally found her wand on the floor, and pointed it at Voldemort, her hand trembling uncontrollably.
Voldemort's expression tightened. 'Move aside,' he said shortly.
'No,' Lily was sobbing now, 'you can kill me instead, just don't touch my son…'
'I have no use of you,' Voldemort replied cruelly, and tried to wrestle her aside with brute physical force, but Lily wouldn't budge. She knew that if she couldn't protect her child, Voldemort would kill him, and the Dark Lord would rise to even greater power. Finally, frustrated, Voldemort pointed his wand at Lily and muttered the killing curse.
The room was illuminated in green light, and once more, the rushing sound was heard.
Lily screamed. The cry became louder and higher, and suddenly it sounded like a bird's. The vision of Godric's Hollow, Voldemort, the little boy and his less-than-alive parents evaporated, and suddenly a large bird came into view. It was at least as big as a swan, with striking red and gold plumage and flashing, beady yellow eyes. It let out another cry, and suddenly shrivelled up, its feathers turning to fire, burning the rest of it. Suddenly, it was no longer a magnificent bird, but a mere clump of ashes.
And then, just as suddenly, Godric's Hollow came back. James Potter was still there, lying on the floor, Voldemort was there, the little boy was there, and Lily was there, her head hanging limply from her neck; she was now as dead as James was. Voldemort muttered something that sounded very much like 'Mudblood' and then turned towards Harry.
'Avada Kedavra,' Voldemort said. Again, his wand produced the same green light although this time, it hit the infant's forehead, but seemed to bounce off.
'What is this?!' the wizard looked at the jet of green light in horror, now directed towards him. It hit him within less than half a second, and he cried out in pain and defeat; louder and louder and louder and…
'AAAAAHHH!!!' Harry Potter woke up with a burning pain in his scar, screaming.