"The day has come Tom," the pleasantly deceptive voice murmured quietly, "the night has come when the last possible thing between you and immortality will be eradicated."
"Milord?" a dark hooded figure approached respectfully slow and the hood was pushed back to reveal long blond hair. "I am ready, milord. I await your command as always."
"Always a charmer, weren't you Lucius? Where's that Black shadow of yours?" Lord Voldemort turned to his top lieutenant and away from the mirror.
"Regulus felt slightly ill tonight milord, but he has sworn to meet us at Godric's Hollow."
"Excuses will not be tolerated in the future, Lucius. Remind that protégé of yours."
"Yes milord. Of course, milord."
"Sycophantic behavior doesn't become you Malfoy. Come. An era of immortal reign shall begin tonight."
"Yes milord."
Both figures disappeared with two distinctive pops.
"NO!" Lily screamed as green overwhelmed her. As she fell, there was an explosion of white light that spilled from her form, brighter than the brightest lantern. Lord Voldemort quickly advanced towards the crying baby in the crib. He uncharacteristically gently picked up the child with his hands.
"Hello child," whispered the evil, "How small you are to hold such potential. How would the world change if I took you home with me tonight? My own heir made from the only one who could defeat me. Ah, the ironies that life chronicles. What's your name boy? What would you grow into if I let you live? Would you be a Ravenclaw or, dare I say it, a Hufflepuff? I don't think you would. You'd be much too strong willed for that; especially when Dark Lord Voldemort himself killed your parents."
The black haired man played with the child in his arms and continued to whisper to the now quietly staring babe, "No… You'd be in Gryffindor or Slytherin. Probably Gryffindor if you feared what Slytherin would make of you. What a beautiful baby you are! What is your name? Ah, right here on your little shirt. Harry? Not surprised Potter didn't give you a full proper name. That's the first mark of a Slytherin: a full proper name. Take Lucius or Severus: noble names for the most ambitious of wizards; especially when Severus gets in the mood for revenge. Even Sirius Black started from good stock. Then you have the Gryffindor names. Ridiculous appellations like your father. James Potter. What a waste of good stock, just like his friend. What I would have done with his pure blood. Did you know that Harry? I, Dark Lord Voldemort, was born a mere half-blood Tom Riddle. Tom, not even Thomas. Tom Marvolo Riddle. What a despicable name to echo a despicable Muggle. But I shall rule this wizarding world, Harry; and it shall start tonight."
He placed the child back into the crib and called, "Pettigrew!"
"Yes milord?" the short man who had just entered the room quickly moved forward, "What may I do milord?"
"Where is Lucius?" the voice turned harsh.
"He was hurt in the fighting milord. The protective shields hit him rather hard, milord. He is being healed back at his Manor, milord."
"Ah well. You shall be my victory's witness then, Pettigrew." He drew his wand but then halted, "You are sure that the child holds no protection?"
"Yes milord. Lily, the Mudblood mother, was desperate enough to try some Dark spells but Potter was too blind to let her."
"Pity. They might have survived tonight if they had picked the right spells. What do I say of magic Pettigrew? There is no light nor dark magic. There is only power…" he trailed off expectantly.
"and those too weak to seek it, milord. Good sound advice, milord."
"Yes it is, isn't it? Well, to the task at hand then. Levitate the child Pettigrew. I want to see his face when I kill him. What a Horocrux he'd make!"
One spell later, Dark Lord Voldemort had been banished, and a small green-eyed baby lay in his crib. He didn't cry, he didn't scream, he simply lay there.
