Before I begin this story I would like to say I am righting this because of my love for the Harry Potter series and also because I like writing stories. Put both of these together and you get The Chosen One!
I do NOT own the rights to the Harry Potter Franchise. Rowling still owns that. For now at least.
I hope you enjoy the First Chapter of The Chosen One and feel free to leave any feedback!
The Chosen One.
Chapter One: The Boy who Lived.
All anyone knows is, the young boy born at the end of July whose parents had defied Lord Voldemort three times put an abrupt stop to the reign of terror that Lord Voldemort had inflicted since the beginning of 1970.
It happened on the night of Halloween 1981. Lord Voldemort was seeking the boy that was born as the seventh month died. Word had spread that "Neither can live while the other survives…" Yet he had found his victim. Whose parents were known to be great witches and wizards of their generation. Such a shame that they stood in his way but they tried to protect the boy, their son, and they did.
Lord Voldemort strode up to the alluring, sleek cottage where the family was playing happily inside. It is said that the boy's father saw him first and warned his wife and child to escape while they could. It was his sacrifice that had given them a chance. As Lord Voldemort barraged his way through the door he was confronted by a great wizard but even he did not stand a chance against the great powers that Lord Voldemort held inside him.
Voldemort advanced treading over the body of his latest victim without the slightest care in the world. He was growing stronger with everyone he dropped and that's all he wanted, power. As he reached the stairs he heard the woman, obviously talking to her son telling him that everything would be okay, he would survive and make it out of this mess.
He never had any remorse and ploughed his way up the stairs to where he found the mother. Who was blocking the view of her innocent child. She fought valiantly against her attacker only to be prolonging the inevitable. With one loud shriek and a last glance at her child she fell to the floor.
This was all too much for the boy to handle. He couldn't have been over 18 months old and yet he had witnessed his mother's murder. The feeble child had started to cry as his mother laid on the floor in front of him. The shadowy figure had then gone after the boy, who had sat in his cot throughout the whole scene was now sitting at the end of the Dark Lord's wand.
As the man told this famous story, he told them that this is where it got mysterious, here lie the unanswered questions that nobody has been able to explain. No one knows how he did it, but he did, he brought an end to this madness.
Voldemort uttered the last curse he intended to that night, never expecting what happened to have happened. Yet the Dark Lord could not be stopped by two exceptional witches and wizards that had stood before him. But the curse did not find its target to be the boy. Instead it rebounded and landed on Voldemort himself. No one knows where he went after that but all we know is the boy lived. He lived without being hurt from Lord Voldemort's wrath, he escaped with no more than a lightning scar on his forehead.
Although this is where the Dark Lord's reign had come to an end. The man kept telling this tale of what happened to the boy after this tragic yet inspiring event had occurred. Little did the boy know that his life had changed. Little did he know he was now famous.
The boy remained in his cot until a giant man covered in hair came to rescue him. This man picked up the scared boy and took him out of the now destroyed building. A blue motorcycle stood waiting outside. The man put the baby into the sidecar and got on himself. The child fell asleep instantly.
The man had been instructed to take the child to his closest family member that he still has and this is where he was going. As the bike landed down the small desolate street he was greeted by a friendly old man. Who took the sleeping child out of the giants hands.
"Thank you Hagrid" The old man whispered as he gently took him to the doorstep of his closest relatives. Hagrid was now in tears, this boy wasn't any old boy. He was a hero and now he had no parents.
Wizards and Witches would remember this day not only for the day the Dark Lord fell but also as the day that one of the most famous Wizard's name called out to the world. The old man stood next to the bundle of blankets on the doorstep. He stood there rooted to the spot for a few minutes until he finally said in a low whisper:
"The boy who lived, the chosen one, Good luck Neville Longbottom."
Well there we have it. The first chapter of what I hope to be a great book is complete. Did you like the plot twist that the chosen one ended up being Neville not Harry for a change? I hope so!
Stick around for the second chapter to get a bigger understanding on how Neville's magical capabilities are formed and how he gets treated during life with his Gran. Will Neville get his invitation to attend Hogwarts as his family aren't as sure. They think after all he's been through he will turn out to be a squib and will not live up to his parents' legacy.