AN: Hi there. This is going to be my first proper fan fiction that I am going to write. I am open to any suggestions for the plot that people make. As for the pairings it is going to be a Harry/Daphne and a Draco/Fleur story. There will be select Weasley, Dumbledore and Hermione bashing. Sorry is this upsets anyone. But hey we are all entitled to our own opinions.
Disclaimer. I do not own Harry Potter or any of the character associated with it.
In the chilly and frosty Halloween night stood a little cottage where a family of three resided. The mother was a small yet intimidating woman. She had flowing crimson red hair, with enchanting emerald green eyes, which at one moment would be full of love but the next full of fire with angriness or hatred. At the moment they were filled with love as she watched her husband play with their one year old son by the fireplace. Her husband was an average height man of athletic build; he had round glasses and a pipe in his mouth. His hair was messy wavy raven black in colour and his eyes were a hazel, brown colour which was always filled with happiness and laughter except in dire situations. Her son was a small baby with wavy black hair already looking like it will become untameable like his fathers. Oh great she thought to herself. At least he had her eyes she thought happily. And hopefully he will have my brains and sense of maturity. As she watched them play she couldn't help but feel a sense of dread for the future. Oh how she wished that they didn't have this bloody prophecy hanging over their heads. How she wished that they could be a normal family and be out trick or treating like all of the other families outside. Damn she hated fate and the bloody seer who foretold this prophecy.
As she sat there watching them play, she saw her husband start to go rigid and stare into the distance in a sort of trance state. He sat there for about a minute until a loud bang sounded through the air and James fell backward. "Lily it's him take Harry and run I'll hold him off". James shouted. Hearing this she immediately sprang into action and grab her son from the floor and bounded up the stairs to her sons room and slammed open the door then bolted it shut. She went to the crib and placed her son in it with tears streaming down her face. They started to fall faster once she heard the evil manicac laugh of Voldermort coming from downstairs, followed by the loud thump of her now deceased husband body hitting the floor. Crying even further she held her son close to her chest as the door was blown off its hinges and in strolled as casual as you like The Dark Lord himself, which only seen to frustrate and upset her even more. "Why", she sniffled, "why are you doing this to my family, why have you killed my husband and now your wanting to kill my son and I, all over a stupid prophecy." The dark lord just smiled and let her think about her question for a moment before he answered with a sinister smile, "Because my dear", he replied, "I cannot leave anyone who is a threat to my power alive even if he is a mere baby". Then his face darkened and he snarled" and because I cannot yet any filthy mudbloods live, especially when they contaminate a pureblood line such as the potters." As he ranted she just stood there inwardly smirking at the irony of what he was saying. "So you see my dear I cannot allow you to live so", he grinned evilly, before shouting "Avada Kedavra". As she saw the green light come towards her she thought about all of the things that she will miss her son doing like, walking his first steps, or getting his school letter and shopping for his school supplies. Hopefully he is raised by a loving family she thought, before she knew no more.
At last Voldermort thought as he stood over the defenceless baby in its crib. 'At last I have the threat to my power at my mercy. It was easy in the end too easy. While he thought he would have to go through all of the protective encahmnets surrounding the house and the fidulus charm that also surrounded it, he did not have to. The rat Pettigrew had been very useful in the end and came to him with the location of the Potters. After telling his most faithful followers like the Malfoys and the Lestranges where he was heading he set of immediately for Godric Hollow, while it took a moment for him to break through the enchaments surrounding the cottage because Potter had put up a good fight for control of the wards, he still got through. Entering the gate of the cottage he blew the doors of its hinges with a loud bang. He faintly heard Potter shout that he would hold him off, as he heard this he laughed how he a blood traitor could possibly defeat him the most feared dark lord of all time whom people were too scared to even say his name. Advancing through the door it had been easy to defeat Potter and kill him. As he casually strode up the stairs towards the nursery he started to wonder how he would do this, should he walk in and kill the mudblood straight away or should he allow her to beg for her life. He went for the latter option as it was always fun to hear them beg fruitless for their lives when he knew that he was going to kill them. Casting a powerful reducto at the door which shattered against the force, he walked into the room and looked at the pathetic sight of the mudblood holding the child to her chest all while crying. What a pathetic sight indeed. After proceeding to mock her he killed her with a simple Avada Kedavra. Now standing looking at the child in its crib he thought of how a small thing like this could be a possible threat to his power. Looking upon the child he thought of possibly recruiting this child to his side and keeping him alive but he quickly banished that thought from his head as after all if he was a threat to his power he could not be allowed to live in case he did turn on him. Raising his wand upon the child he said " I am sorry child but you cannot be allowed to live therefore, Avada Kedavra", he watched with anticipation as the green beam went towards the child but then watched with shock as the curse suddenly rebounded of a shield that appeared out of nowhere and sent the curse straight back at him. As he stood there the curse enveloped him and Lord Voldermort ceased to exist.
A/N: So that is the first chapter of my new story 'The Blondes'. I'm hoping to get this story up to 100,000+ words. So all the reviews would be appreciated as long as they are constructive I don't care if they are negative or positive. As I already said we are all entitled to our own opinions. Also if any of you think of a better title for this story please say it as I know it isn't the best of titles. So until next time.