Harry Potter is owned by that lovely woman, J.K. Rowling, who not only wrote a thoroughly enjoyable series, but also influenced so many others to write as well.
Two figures cavorted through the trees, easily shifting between human form and those of a mighty stag and a graceful doe. The stag and man chased the doe and woman from clearing to clearing, until he finally caught her, and the two beastly figures coupled there under the stars.
The woman crumpled to the ground, and the cowled figure turned towards the crib. It raised its wand and those foul words flowed from its lips, "Avada-Kedavra."
The sickly burst of green collided with the infants body, which exploded into a torrent of brilliant flame. The figure was caught in the inferno and turned to ash, and the building around them caught on fire, only dying out after the ceiling gave way and allowed the storms from outside free reign of the house. a shard from the destroyed beams struck the infant's forehead, leaving a jagged scar.
A giant form appeared at the doorway and picked up the newborn child.
Eyes turned upon the child, so closely resembling his parents, yet so much smaller than his peers, almost as though he were a year behind them in growth.
The possessed form of the professor writhed under the child's hands, scorched by the fiery aura surrounding him; weakened by the child's song, it could not escape his grasp.
The King of Serpents bit down upon his arm. The fire in his body rushed through the creature, burning it from the inside out.
The child turned to the memory with a glare; he then plucked the fang out from his arm and used it to stab the journal which housed it..
With a rushing snap the child's mentor appeared within the cavern, carrying his explanations along with him.
As his past self was about to be overrun, the figure realized what he had to do, and allowed his control on his aura to slip. the foul creatures were driven off by his presence, and his godfather was saved, for now.
The Dark Lord sent a curse flying at the young man. when it touched him, his form was consumed in an inferno, the flames rushing out to claim all those present as witnesses.
some minutes later, a female figure with bushy hair rushed into the clearing, finding naught but ashes remaining of the scourge of Britain.
"You know, Herm's" came a high-pitched voice from a newborn figure at the center of the devastation, "when I was told that I would have to pay a price to vanquish old Voldy, this is not what I had in mind. Also, I am really jealous of Fawkes right now"