Harry potter: the blind mage

Voldemort is never beaten and continues to conquer and expand his dominion over the world, Harry's parents are killed but Sirius escapes with Harry to number 12 grimmauld place.

Chapter one: The death of James and Lilly.

It was 10:00 pm on Halloween and the Potters were happy. After many years of running and hiding, finally Dumbledore had found them a place which was safe. Of course that was all the more important now that they had a little boy, Harry James Potter. Because of this feeling of security however, James and Lilly had let their guard down; James's wand was on the desk in their room and Lilly's was in her coat pocket, hanging up. So that's how the scene of their death was, Lilly bouncing little Harry on her knee whilst he giggled and James smiling and talking.

BANG, their door was obliterated into thousands of tiny little splinters the force of the explosion sending these shards to dig massive tears in their beautifully decorated wall. As lord Voldemort glided across the floor he smirked disdainfully and muttered hatefully under his breath "I suppose i shouldn't have expected any different from a filthy mudblood and a blood traitor. Leaving your only chance of escape in a coat, how pathetic." Using his mage sense to locate both wands and the troublesome family, Voldemort aimed a dark curse at the first wand and stepped into the threshold of their living room. In front of him stood that pathetic blood traitor, what was his name again? Jack? Holmes? Oh of course that was it, James. How mundane. A look of determination crossed James's face as he shouted "Lilly take Harry and RUN! I'll hold him off!" Hold me off, without a wand, who does he think he is? No matter, I'll just destroy him and then the boy and be rid of that stupid prophecy bringing doubt to my followers. "Avada Kadavra!" A green light flashed from the end of his 13 inch yew wand and once again he thanked the fact that he took both the tail feathers of that phoenix, for double the power. Just as it reached the man though, a lamp flew across the room to intercept it, shattering apart when it did so.

Voldemort looked up in shock to see the tendrils of fading magic coming from the baby's hands just as the woman took him from the room. Hmmm, it seems that boy does have some power, but then; so do I. With that, a stream of black tendrils as dark as night burst from his want and pierced James's skin, The man screamed a sound so horrible and filled with pain that the baby would remember it for life. Voldemort just smirked and stepped over the fallen body in leisurely pursuit of his last two targets. He came over to the last door to find the woman staring defiantly at him her hands spread defensively and her back to the baby which sat surprisingly calm inside the crib, only a few tears trickling down the side of it's face. "Please don't take harry, don't, please! Just take me instead I beg you!" How pathetic, begging for mercy. "Out of my way you insolent wench!" Using a burst of wandless magic he banished the bitch into the side of the wall. Glancing left he saw her slumped over, blood drenching her head, clearly dead. Looking at the boy he smiled until he saw what was happening. Errant magic was being drawn towards the child and he was pointing at Voldemort, he was crying fiercely now. Then the child spoke, "MUMMA!" and then there was a surge of magic and Voldemort found himself to have apparrated all the way to the ocean. That damn boy, now I have to find my way back and get him again! But at least he can't go far...

... Meanwhile.

Sirius was panicking, he realised it was a mistake, it was stupid to let Wormtail be secret keeper but he had seemed so sure of himself. Now he was missing and Sirius need to warn James and Lilly to find a new hiding place. But what if he was too late? No I can't think like that I have to get to them! I CAN'T FAIL THEM DAMMIT! Reaching the house, his heart stopped, jumping through the door he ran to the living room to see James lying there, some dark magic had malformed his body into a dry husk and tears fell on him from Sirius. He pressed on, coming to the baby's room he saw Lilly lying there blood covering her and he despaired, but a ray of hope crossed him as he saw his godson, Harry still alive and well. Running towards him, Sirius gently lifted harry out the cot, tears still falling around him and whispered. "I promise you harry, I will not fail to protect you this time." And with that he apparrated out of the house thinking of a place he knew they would be safe, a place he swore never to return to, number 12 Grimmauld place.

Voldemort was furious, not only had that little boy banished him, but when he returned he found that he had escaped and there were no traces of magic to be found. It seems it was time to torture a few pathetic followers, that would let out some of his rage and frustration, and show them not to doubt Voldemort's lead. But not before he destroyed the remainders of this house "CONFRINDO" a jolt of flame erupted striking the house and it exploded in a red hot inferno of magic. How relieving, CRACK.

At Hogwarts headmaster's office...

... It can't be, I just felt the wards around Godricks hollow fall, what about the fillius charm, it must be a malfunction after all my protections are faultless, but still I'd better check it out. "Sorry to interrupt Cornelius, but it seems there is an urgent matter that I have to check on, could we continue this another time?" "Of course, but what so imp-"CLACK "-ortant that you leave halfway through my sentence." CLACK and Dumbledore appeared at the scene of Godricks Hollow. Oh no, they have failed. After further investigation of the house no-one would find any trace of Harry's body and coincidentally Sirius disappeared, believed to have gone over to Voldemort. Harry Potter was believed dead by all except Voldemort and he was free to continue his era of distruction.