Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of its inherent information. J.K. Rowling possesses ownership of this universe and provides the basis for my story, which is only used for my personal enjoyment.
This is an Alternate Universe spanning the life of Harry Potter-Carrows until the death of Voldemort.
Harry Potter's Aleatoric Perseity
1. The Inception
In a sparse and nondescript studio room of moderate size, two persons were seen bickering over what would become the unearthing of one of the most ancient secrets of the Wizarding world.
"Come on honey, it's late. You shouldn't be working like this on our anniversary."
"Merlin's Ghost, woman, stop disturbing me! We've discussed this before! I need to complete this research so the Dark Lord can finally grant us our request," snapped a tired and weary man hunched over an ancient manuscript.
"You're fighting a losing battle! The Dark Lord does not return favors; he will not relinquish any manner of control once he gains it." The woman pleaded persistently as she moved from the bed to the desk. "I've waited over 10 years to collect this so called payment for our services. When did you forsake your vows of honoring, loving, and cherishing for such foolish and hopeless servitude?"
The man stood up from his chair. "I'm sorry dear, for my quick temper, but I am just so disinclined to our situation. I feel like I've made a deal with the Devil and he's asking for more."
Two voices suddenly melded together. "Oh no! The Dark Lord is calling us!"
"I've found it! I can't believe it's possible. What is this utter absurdity?!" exclaimed both the man and woman as the pinnacle of his research and call of the Dark Lord dawned on the both of them.
"I must stay and verify my findings!" said the man determinedly.
"No! The Dark Lord requires our presence immediately!" sputtered the wife.
The couple scampered around the room looking for their respective garments, and they were so frenetic with their movements that they collided twice. The man then ran to his desk and started to compile all the parchments of his recent discovery. The woman started tugging at the clasps of her robes and urged her husband to quickly leave the room.
Slowly, their skin prickled in the damp and dimly lit corridor as they hurried into the Dark Lord's chambers.
Meanwhile, a lone figure paced before a decorative throne deep in thought. His robes billowed in the expansive room filled with arcane weapons, archaic tapestries, and an assortment of snake cages.
A quiet hiss could be heard before the figure quickly seated himself.
The door creaked open as the couple walked in with the woman in the lead. They both approached the throne and fell to their knees.
"Ah, Carrows, and the Missus. What have you to report on your assignment? Please feel free to speak freely. I am in need of an answer to this prolonged task and I understand the importance of the condition that pertains to the both of you" spoke a ghostly figure with slight malice.
The man quickly rose to his feet and pulled out his parchments. "My Lord, I have just finished analyzing the medieval scrolls concerning the magically induced black plague, which the sorcerer…"
"Hurry up Carrows, my time is not solely for your consumption. You have already recounted to me this untimely history," interrupted the Dark Lord as he started to draw his wand.
Quickly approaching the throne on one knee the man began.
"My Apologies, my lord. It turns out that towards the end of the year 1350 the sorcerers trying to combat the plague found the source of the infection and extent of the contamination. The plague seemed to desecrate whole towns, yet they discovered that certain potion brewers had survived. All the potion brewers had one thing in common: they had a fragmented soul. The magical version of the plague affected a person from the outside into the soul within the body."
Carrows soon started to rise. "Horcruxes, as I'm sure you've heard of, were the solution to the problem. However, the perfect number of Horcruxes is not 7 as arithmancers have assumed. The soul-splitting nature of the Horcrux arises from demonic origins and demonic rituals. The perfect numbers follow the pattern of 6, 66, 666, and so on, but the number of artifacts required makes anything other than 6 absurd. The crux of my discovery shows that there is a limit to how many Horcruxes need to be made and the finalization of an almost immortal soul. "
The wand disappeared within the folds of the robes. "Interesting, very interesting. Thank you for your information. I am sure you will continue to refine your knowledge on the said subject. Your reward of course despite how long you've taken is no punishment."
The man cried out "But my lord, what about your promise!".
"Crucio!" cried the figure on the throne as his wand appeared in a flash.
As quick as the spell had left the wand, a cloud of debris appeared in the middle of the room as the summoned empty snake cage was decimated.
With her wand drawn, the woman started to speak. "I am sorry master for my interruption, but I cannot find reasoning, my lord, for your decision. My husband's servitude has been nothing short of perfection."
Voldemort stood up from his throne and approached the woman. "I've always admired your loyalty and courage, Jessica. You are correct in your evaluation of your husband's conduct. However, you forget that no one should question me or my methods."
The figure then sat back down on the throne and started to twirl his wand.
"Magical infertility is a most uncommon occurrence. Especially to affect both spouses, one would think that both of you contracted it. I will keep this promise. I have already begun spell crafting a spell to recreate limbs as well as human organs. Now, you are dismissed."
Both figures stood and approached the door.
"Crucio!" yelled the Dark Lord as the woman collapsed on the ground.
Several seconds later the spell stopped and quickly the man picked up the woman to carry her off back to the room.
"There is still a limit to my patience, Carrows. See to your wife, and remember: all will yield to my power, especially as to your newest discovery. " whispered Voldemort as he started to laugh hysterically.
Soon afterwards, Jeremy Antonio Carrows gingerly laid his wife, Jessica Eris Carrows nee Gamp, on their bed.
"Mea Columba, why did you block the Dark Lord's unforgivable? I die a thousand deaths every time I see you in pain. Forgive me for not being a man. Thank you for showing me what is truly important in my life." muttered Jeremy as he stroked Jessica's hair.
Jessica's eyes slowly opened and a small smile appeared across her face. "I just wanted you to be the man I married."
"We'll have a son, I promise. Even if it means that disgusted mudblood method called adoption. We will be a happy family. Dark Lord or not, we are the Carrows, the only unmarked Death Eaters in all of Britain. If anyone can escape, it is us." Jeremy kissed the corner of Jessica's mouth as his hand snaked its way to the small of her back.
The Carrows would atone for their sins in a manner unbeknownst to them as their greatest dream. Voldemort, on the other hand, would face an arduous but fated path that would resemble his worst nightmare.
Silence again reigned within the Minor Castle located in East Bridgford in Nottinghamshire, Great Britain. In the past Minor Castles were usually made out of earth and timber with rare stonework.
The pureblooded council in the mid 13th century had charmed its outward appearance to look as homely as possible. Such were the important buildings for social and economic purposes.
Soon after, the castle was forgotten and a band of young wizards with harmful intentions inhabited the desolate castle. Over the years, handed down from thief to thief, criminal to criminal, dark lord to dark lord, the castle grew larger and more infamous.
Today, through each successive renovation due to arrogant wizards and witches, the castle became up to par with any Major Castle of giant proportions in the heart of Great Britain. Such was the irony of Voldemort's hideout.
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Deep within the East Bridgford Castle, souls of the dead wandered restlessly and chilled the inhabitants to the bone. Though spirits were deemed harmless, the unyielding rituals, lasting beyond death, magnified their persona and presence.
The ghosts of unavenged dark lords joined with the cursed souls of unforgivable rituals to influence Death Eaters for the sake of helping these lost souls pass on.
By passing through each living body, the ghosts would experience a slight fraction of twisted pleasure drawing upon the magic of a wizard. This twisted pleasure would become a slow poison to corrupt any already fractured soul, mind, and body.
Thus, a never ending cycle ensued, when men would be corrupted by the same ideals as their forefathers.
A never ending huddle of these demons could be seen gathered around a stone frieze embossed upon a castle wall.
The frieze portrayed a picture of trepidation and prowess as a gigantic snake loomed in the foreground.
Various smaller snakes could be seen scattered around; however, they were bowing and showing respect to the snake king.
With two Emeralds as eyes, the snake exhibited a feeling of verisimilitude to anyone that crossed its path.
The ghosts would swarm the snake only to be rebuffed by powerful wards. What lay within could only be discovered through a password that the snake would yield to.
As the snake inclined its head to the spoken password, the wall opened to disclose yet another furnishing bearing snake resemblance, a staircase delving into the foundation of the castle.
The circular staircase would move down or up on its own accord only to encounter a single blood red oak door with silver fastenings.
Within the room itself, various windows adorned the walls, seemingly ubiquitous; the window scenes contained a glimpse of both the northern and southern night skies.
The windows were decorated with timeless scenes of winter blizzards, immense forest fires, and a blackened thunderstorm.
One could only imagine the kind of character to gaze eternally through images of destruction.
Eyes that once could show emotion now would gaze unperturbed upon another wall decorated fully with photographs, newspaper pictures, and portraits not of loved ones or mentors, but of living enemies.
Disfigured, worn thin, and in disrepair, the pictures would inevitably be replaced by someone less powerful and less influential as the number of living survivors dwindled.
Thus was the central chamber of the Dark Lord Voldemort and the place where he would discuss his plans concerning a certain prophecy. This prophecy foretold the demise or coronation of the dark lord with certainty.
A man stood in front of the fireplace slowly sipping his tea. "It is not my place to question or worry about any of your plans, my lord, but why be so cautious?"
In the center of the room a throne unsurpassed in glamour and opulence was giving a slight red glow.
"Luciussss, I agree, it is not your place. Your only place is on your knees kissing the ground that your betters walk upon. Perhaps like the muggle serfs your forefathers whipped in the olden days"
The tea cup shattered into miniscule pieces as it was dropped on the ground.
"Ah, Lucius, still so easily provoked. You may be a Malfoy with dim-witted arrogance and plentiful cursed blood money, but what good is it if the line of Malfoy's is extinguished?"
The teacup was immediately repaired and returned to its tray as the fuming figure silently dropped to his knees.
"Ah, yes better. Now, Lucius, the reason why I have to be so cautious is that prophecies are fickle things. I have not spent the last 30 years deceiving, manipulating, and killing to make an error so close to the culmination of my coronation."
The figure slowly rose and pulled out several sheets of parchment.
"Of course, my Lord. As to my reconnaissance, it has become apparent that the Longbottoms are hosting a celebratory Halloween festival for their fellow colleagues and their children. This could both be a potential advantage or a disadvantage because the celebration lasts for several days. If we take the course of action then we can attack and eliminate a large portion of the resistance against us. However, we could lose more of our men."
Lucius started to pace. "We believe that the festival is also a covert informational meeting. I have heard from my spies in the ministry that they have information on you, my lord."
Voldemort stood up and approached the cabinet behind him and pulled out a crystal ball filled with black smoke.
"Here lies the potential future of all my victims. One could say that with a single shake I would spare or kill any of my victims. Similar to a pensieve it will store and retrieve any of my memories; however, it will also decide from these experiences the best course of action."
Lucius stood dumbfounded as he gazed at the incomprehensible wizarding instrument that was the source of all the destruction. If all it took was a seer, then a person could become a dark lord choosing only the battles that one could win.
Voldemort started to weave his wand in figure eights around the crystal ball as sparks flew around the ball. The smoke soon dispersed and gave way to an image of two hands clasped together running washing themselves in a pool of blood.
A third and fourth hand appeared one holding a glass of clear liquid and the other a viscous liquid looking similar to Unicorn's blood.
Voldemort tapped his wand back and forth between the orb and his temple as the orb slowly dissipated its images. Then he banished the orb back to its place in the cabinet.
After hissing several keywords to Nagini who slithered outside the room he sat back down on his throne.
"Luciussss, you have been my right hand for quite a while as your father before you died valiantly for the cause of Herr Grindelwald. As Grindelwald both trusted me and your father, I believe you have earned your place in my ranks. Therefore, I have a task for you as a sort of initiation."
Suddenly the door banged open as a striking female entered the room with deadly grace.
"Bella, how nice of you to join us. I have foreseen in the future my right hand working with my left to take care of a problem that is of utmost importance. This mission concerns the immediate future of the Death eaters. Bella, you will be working with Lucius on this mission."
Between Bellatrix and Lucius, a series of looks passed between them interchanging declarations of utmost loathing, several smirks of arrogance, passing death glares, and final resignations of each other.
"Both of you are to travel the Longbottom estate on the night after Halloween and target both the aurors and their son. If at all possible wash away the pure blooded traitors and bring back the baby boy. A boy is but a carbon copy of his guardians, and I will be his most important guardian."
"My lord, all the aurors will destroy us if we only target the baby boy. It would be a massacre against us. I have a wife and a newborn, please reconsider. We must plan for a destructive strike, not kidnapping," pleaded Lucius.
"Silence, you fool. Crucio!"
After a few seconds of seeing Lucius withering on the ground, the Dark Lord lifted the curse.
"No wonder Malfoys have been losing their influence exponentially since before the first war. Do you not think I would have thought of your safety? You will arrive before the time of the party's commencement. I will give you the necessary equipment for your plan to succeed. This attack will strike fear into all the Aurors' hearts as they will see the work of two of my best agents."
Bellatrix began to address the Dark Lord, "My lord, why would you try to raise Longbottom boy. He will be as much a nuisance as his idiotic father."
"Do not worry, Bella. For you do not have to think of complex scenarios and plausible outcomes. Exilio!"
Suddenly, Voldemort had slammed Bellatrix face first into the stone wall behind her.
"Bella, my dear Bella, Lucius has experienced worse pain for similar doubt. Tread softly if you do not want to incur my wrath. You may leave, the both of you."
The Dark Lord after watching the faint creaking of the door fall silent as the door closed, he drew his wand and muttered a spell to send a black shapely mist of light into the air.
Moments later the Carrows appeared before Voldemort. The both of them dropped to their knees immediately and bowed their heads. For a minute they remained that way, as Voldemort watched their display of loyalty.
"You may rise. As the only unmarked followers, necessary with your involvement in the heart of the Department of Mysteries, I will always be waiting for a time to kill you without any hesitation."
A slight tinge of red could be seen rushing to Jeremy's ears; however, neither of the two moved a muscle.
"However you have proved yourselves worthy of such a place among my followers. I have an important mission for the both of you. I am on my conquest for my 6th Horcrux and I have found the perfect victim. You know of the prophecy correct?"
At this, both Carrows looked up to Voldemort and replied, "Yes, my lord."
Voldemort tilted his head to gaze along the wall of pictures before he settled on a spot between two portraits of babies.
"Well, I have come to the conclusion that either the Longbottom or the Potter boy is the other one prophesized. However, I must remain cautious because I have not reached the culmination of the 6th Horcrux. Have you acquired any information on the 6th Horcrux ritual?"
Jeremy looked at Voldemort with a slight alarm in his eyes; however, he began to speak with much resignation. "There is a complex ritual that must occur within 3 days of the murder either before or after."
Jeremy closed his eyes as he did not want to face the Dark Lord when recounting such an evil ritual.
"Several sacrifices will need to be made as the blood required for this ritual is extremely potent. The actual person murdered is vital to the completion of the Horcrux because it determines its strength and resilience as well as a complete restoration of one's soul, while still being fragmented."
Voldemort opened up a drawer on his desk and pulled out two stacks of parchments. He then approached the Carrows.
"I have done what little research I could to validate and supplement your findings. I have found that are you speaking the truth, and I can congratulate you for recognizing your own need to survive. I have also found with your insight that the power of the individual I am to kill will greatly affect my Horcrux and immortality."
With this both of the Carrows nodded fearfully.
"Therefore, I have machinated a plan to increase the power of the two children to be transferred to my immortal future. I have two files to be implemented, one for Beauxbatons and one for Durmstrang."
Jeremy let out a gasp while his wife clutched his arm. They both seemed in a trance of utter surprise. "So you will be sending the Potter and Longbottom children to train as your followers? Then, they would do your dirty work and you could kill them at any time to gain an even more powerful complete Horcrux."
Voldemort smiled the scariest smile ever to exist at the Carrows and said, "No, they will not be my followers. However, your intuition that they will become powerful and therefore transfer their power to me is precise."
"I have already ordered Lucius and Bellatrix to take care of the Longbottom family."
Jessica Carrows fought not to cry as she asked, "Are we to take care of the Potters for you, my lord?"
Lord Voldemort cave an eerie laugh as he spoke, "No, of course not. You two are not nearly as talented as Lucius and Bellatrix. I will be going myself. However, I do want you two to be privy of this information so you can prepare to be adoptive parents of either or both of these children."
Both of the Carrows gave a loud gasp.
"There is a magical ritual that I have found to magically and legally adopt children as your own. The price is heavy as you will magically lose your reproductive organs. However, as both of you are sterile, there is no cost other than a slight loss of several pounds."
Voldemort shot a series of spells and the three flies that were gathered around a pool of Bellatrix's dried blood died before their wings could beat again.
The two Carrows could be seen speaking through the looks that they silently gave each other.
"My Lord, I am speechless. We have been waiting for an eternity for any chance to have children. We understand that we will not be able to see them grown up as you will choose one to destroy for your Horcrux, but we will do as you have asked us to."
The Carrows had spoken in quite a different manner than normal, but Voldemort did not pay enough attention to notice the insincerity.
"I believe that the Potter brat should attend Durmstrang. Such irony to his parents if they should ever see him. That Longbottom blood traitor would fit right into Beauxbatons if he continues the tradition of always running from a fight."
The Carrows were overwhelmed by such information that they were privy to. They focused so much on trying to remember everything that had been said, when suddenly Voldemort was standing mere inches away from both of them.
"The two of you seem unnaturally silent. I half expected the both of you to act like muggles and go into some barbaric display of happiness. I have no further use for the two of you. Leave."
Voldemort then turned and headed back towards his throne.
"Your next research assignment as well as further instructions for your current project will arrive by house-elf."
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"So Lucius, you are still as impudent and useless as ever. I believe the Dark Lord has made his one and only mistake, making you his right hand man. If it weren't that you forced my sister into a marriage contract and that she loves your son, I would kill you right now." Bellatrix stood leaning against a stone column twirling her wand between her fingers.
Bellatrix had a certain gleam in her eye as she watched Lucius like a hawk. Bellatrix knew of his prowess as a duelist, so she did not want to underestimate him. Bellatrix, however, was 3 years his senior and embodied all the power and prestige of the Black family.
"My dear Bella, we are but two of a kind. Why must we continue this useless struggle of power and domination? We both know that the Blacks will hold no candle to the Malfoys." Lucius began to laugh at the fury present on Bellatrix's face.
Bellatrix regained her composure and started to walk slowly towards Lucius. Why was Lucius suddenly smiling at her? Before Bellatrix had time to draw her wand, Lucius was in her face.
"What are…" Bellatrix began to speak as her eyes flashed dangerously.
Lucius interrupted Bellatrix by forcefully shoving her towards the stone pillar. Pinning her wand arm down, he closed the space between their faces.
"If only your idiot husband had died the painful death I had planned for him, you would be enjoying every second of this. I might have even convinced your parents to include your sisters in my conquest of the only thing the Black family produces anymore: slags of no worth."
Lucius rammed his lips against hers.
In a small outburst of accidental magic, her wand had forced several lacerations to form on Lucius's arm and more blood spilled as she bit down on Lucius' tongue. Soon freed from his embrace, she aimed her heels so as to prevent any hope of any other Malfoys from spawning.
In an instant Lucius was on the ground moaning in pain as he tried to numb the pain he was going through. Bellatrix had slid down to the ground panting heavily as she knew that the magical outburst had drained most of her energy.
"Crucio!" screamed Lucius as he tried to convey his pain through the torture of Bellatrix.
With a wild look in her eyes, all Bellatrix could do was laugh hysterically. Despite the intense pain and the sharp hot knives under her skin and skull, she could only feel the satisfaction of Lucius's pain and utter humiliation. Oh, how Bellatrix would enjoy working with Lucius. Hopefully her husband would not get in the way.
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Lily Potter quietly closed the nursery door behind her and walked into the living room.
"Is Harry asleep?" asked James who was sitting at the kitchen table drinking a cup of tea.
Lily sat down across from James. "After pulling my hair and making me change shirts twice, the little devil finally gave into sleep."
"What, he made you change shirts? I loved that outfit on you. My own son, already getting one over his old man, and I didn't even get to witness it! Oh, the travesty!" James gave a crooked grin.
"Oh, James, how are you still so immature! There's more to me than just my body!" Lily had a faint blush on her cheeks as she admonished James.
"Why you make a whole load of galleons and you can cook food better than the Hogwarts elves! What more could a guy ask for?!" James' grin widened even further.
"JAMES POTTER! You certainly are incorrigible!" gasped Lily as she started to laugh at her husband's antics.
"Who, me? Oh, honey, you should know by know that I just like to push your buttons. I mean I made your life at Hogwarts living bedlam!" James picked up his chair and sat down behind Lily.
"I know, James. I'm just a bit high strung right now. Between Harry, the Order, my job, and Voldemort, there's not enough time in the day, ohhhhh." Lily felt James' strong hands massage her weary neck and shoulders.
"How about I make you forget all your troubles, hm?" whispered James into Lily's ear.
"James... mmm... won't we wake Harry" Lily captured James' mouth in a kiss.
"That's what a silencing..."
"JAMES! The wards!" Lily suddenly jumped out of her chair and started waving her wand. "The Fidelius is broken!"
James scrambled up from his chair and shot a silver spell from his wand. "I've alerted Dumbledore! Lily, take Harry and go! It's him! Go! Run! I'll hold him off..."
A huge blast rocketed the house as the front door blew open. Debris flew all over the place masking the sound of a hollow laugh that filled the living room.
James had pushed Lily deeper into the kitchen and towards the stairs. They looked at each other and mouthed 'I love you' before heading in opposite directions.
James conjured and transfigured walls of brick and steel and placed them on the stairs. He put a sticking charm on the walls to barricade Lily and Harry upstairs. Hopefully that would buy them some time.
James was sent reeling into the dining room by a bludgeoning hex sent by the figure approaching from the living room.
"Why, I expected better from the Potter heir. I suppose blood traitors are somewhat of a waste of magical talent." Voldemort entered the kitchen not even sparing a glance towards the barricaded staircase.
James Potter quickly rose and kicked away the rubble around him. Putting up a brave front and facing the most powerful Dark Lord of the century he spat out, "Voldemort, get out of my house. Your face is ruining the decor."
"AVADA KEDAVRA!" yelled out a fuming Dark Lord pointing his wand at James.
On instinct, James dove right only to realize that the Dark Lord had flicked his wrist at the last second to the right.
Luckily, the dining table bore the brunt of the curse as it was broken into 8 chunks.
(I think I've read a fic where this was used, so someone please tell me who used these ideas so I can give credit. I thought it made James more formidable as an opponent)
Voldemort was laughing at the childish dueling when James suddenly disappeared.
"Potter! Stop running! Who knew that the great James Potter who thrice defied me was a coward!" Voldemort slowly traced his wand in the air as two shades and patrolled the 1st floor.
James had disappeared into the game room where his quidditch equipment lay unused. He quickly mounted his broom while casting multiple invisibility and disillusionment charms.
With fierce determination he flew into the other room.
With fervor, the shades seemed to notice James' presence as they suddenly shot off towards him. James in turn animated the remains of the table to act like bludgers as they shot in random directions.
Voldemort's almost nonexistent nose was hit by one of these pseudo-bludgers
in his confusion of trying to find James.
Voldemort unleashed a wave of fire, which decimated all but three of the bludgers and one of the shades.
A trail of smoke could be seen trailing along in the air as James' broom had been singed.
"Impressive, Potter. Playing to your strengths I see. Well, no matter. Reducto! Accio broom! Avada Kedavra! Sectumsempra! Casumsempra! Dispello! Iactumsempra!" The Dark Lord made a huge arc with his wand as a burst of colors flashed through the air.
James conjured a few birds and tried to dodge some of the curses, but he was not fast enough.
Caught by the hurling curse, he was thrown from his broom, which was cut in half. All of his stealth spells were gone and was now in plain view of the Dark Lord.
Voldemort conjured a few rattlesnakes and flung them around the room to stop any attempt at another escape.
James' mind was reeling with the ease at which Voldemort had taken care of his best ideas. James knew that he would die here today.
Voldemort could always see the fear in his victim's eyes right before their death and he saw it now in James' eyes.
James quickly thought of transforming into a stag, but could not fathom how to get near Voldemort. James uttered the only borderline unforgivable that he knew and a fire storm appeared and was now raining from the ceiling.
Voldemort was forced to take cover and to produce a monstrous shield that made a loud gong-like noise as fire bolts rained down upon him. His snakes sizzled under the intensity and ferocity of the heat.
James quickly had transformed into his stag in the mean time and rushed the now pinned Voldemort.
In utter surprise, Voldemort was sent flying by the force of James' trampling.
James was covered in scorch marks due to the flying flames, but could only feel his love and concern for Lily's and Harry's safety.
The raining fire was suddenly extinguished by geysers that erupted from the ground. Voldemort though injured petrified the again charging James.
Voldemort painfully reverted James back to his human form and spat at him, "You fool! Now I will not only take my fury upon you and your wife, but your son will not live to see the next day!"
James could only speak in this form as he laughed, "Hah! If I can almost take down the so called Dark Lord Voldemort, you must be weaker than I thought. You will never win! My love for my family will be more than enough! You fear what I can welcome wholeheartedly!"
"I WILL rule this world and I WILL be immortal. No one can stop me now, not even you and your proud family! Avada Kedavra!"
James' eyes were resolute as they failed to blink ever again.
Voldemort looked down on his victim with disdain. He could have been a most powerful ally. He would have proved himself much better than wormtail ever could.
Voldemort spent 30 seconds trying to dismantle the walls that James had conjured and transfigured before he realized that there were sticking charms on them.
"Omniletum!" Voldemort yelled the all-annihilation curse as the staircase crumbled and a scream could be heard from the upstairs.
Lily had been spending the past few minutes trying to construct portkey after portkey not knowing that Voldemort had warded against it. Lily finally realized that she was trapped before she snapped into action.
Lily's occupation within the ministry was unknown to all except perhaps the head of the Department of Mysteries, Dumbledore, and James.
Undercover as a spell researcher, which was only one of her many jobs, Lily was one of the most well paid employee of the ministry.
Lily studied the origins of spells and magic trying to make magic more efficient for wizards and witches.
Within the ancient text of "Makers of Fine Wands since 382 B.C." by Aaran St Vines, she realized that most wizards and witches only know magic as a mile wide and an inch deep."
In truth, the depth of magic was infinite because magic was MAGIC: capable of almost anything.
Lily discovered a mode of saying spells to weave them together into one, which worked extremely well with ancient Egyptian protection spells.
Thus when Voldemort encountered Lily waving her wand over her son and herself in gibberish, he thought she was crazy.
"Hm, the famous mudblood Lily Potter turned into a gibbering fool?" sneered Voldemort.
Lily suddenly whipped around and yelled, "Wing - gar - dee - umm - le- wi - oh - sa!"
Voldemort laughed as the spell hit straight on with no apparent effects.
"You messed up a first year's spell with your pronunciation. Hah!" Voldemort flicked his wrist towards Harry's crib as it slowly floated up in the air.
"That's how you do the levitation charm, mudblood." Voldemort smirked.
"I wasn't trying to do the levitation charm, half-blood." smirked Lily.
Suddenly she flipped a switch and pressed several buttons on a console next to the wall. Air conditioning and fans are an amazing muggle invention, as Voldemort would soon see.
"AHHHHHHHHHHH" screamed Voldemort as he was lifted into the air and slammed into the respective hallway and walls. "What have you done!"
Unbeknownst to Voldemort and the majority of the past and present wizarding community, most ancient Latin spells had to be pronounced the way the Latins pronounced spells.
There is no v in Latin, but a 'w' sound. Thus, magic did not force a change in spell, but created a new weaker spell named the levitation charm. Due to this miniscule error, the true nature of the spell was lost. Furthermore, the widespread butchery of the Latin language gave way to wizards and witches alike drifting further away from the boundless limits of magic.
The spell that Lily had used closely resembled the feather weight charm, but could only be dispelled through the restoration charm.
Lily quickly muttered the final words of the ritual bonding she had performd, "Coniunctum semper amore."
Lily then grabbed Harry and tried to run down the stairs.
Voldemort was spinning around in the hallway and between the rooms as Lily had conjured fans to blow in random directions.
Voldemort had started to destroy certain fans, but Lily was quick in charming the fans to move in random directions.
Lily also added with research certain suffixes that made the spells she was casting to home in on Voldemort.
Voldemort was having extremely hard trouble, so he settled for his default and casted the Killing Curse in random directions.
Lily suddenly fearing for Harry's and her lives she charmed blocks of debris to follow behind her as she tried to escape.
"Imperio! Wingardium Lewiosa! Stupefy! Petrificus! Wingardium Lewiosa!" yelled Voldemort as he finally hit Lily with her own spell.
"Fix this menace or I will murder the both of you!" screamed Voldemort wildly as he was fed up with casting anti-nauseating charms upon himself.
Harry started screaming at the disorientating movements.
Lily cast the restoration charm on both of them. Voldemort was stopped in another room while Lily remained in the hallway.
Lily quickly spelled the door shut and turned to the stairs, which were totally demolished due to Voldemort's battle with James.
Voldemort blasted the door open as he rushed out and gave a high-pitched laugh.
"Mudblood, I could use of your skills as a charms mistress. You can even raise your son as your own; however, he will also be mine. He will bear my mark and be my heir. I think I will value your son's life over the blood traitors' son Neville. Be very grateful that I chose your boy." Voldemort faced a shaking Lily.
Voldemort had disarmed Lily with a wave and Lily tried to shield herself in front of Harry.
"My son and I will never join you! You murdered James, my friends, family, and all of Britain if you could!" yelled Lily desperately, as she knew she was cornered.
"Ah, yes your husband. It turns out that he annoyed me so much that I was to kill both you and your son. After seeing your genius, I think I will spare you, if and only if you work for me." Voldemort started to walk closer to Lily.
Voldemort held out his wand, "Your son of course, as I have changed my mind, will die for all this trouble!"
Lily screamed, "Not Harry, not Harry, please not Harry!"
Voldemort was within 7 feet now, "Stand aside you silly girl... stand aside now."
"Not Harry, please no, take me, kill me instead..." Lily kept on screaming, "Not Harry! Please... have mercy... have mercy... "
Voldemort banished Lily aside.
Voldemort yelled, "Avada Kedavra!"
Lily with only a few seconds remaining jumped in front of the curse.
"You fool! You wasted your life for what, a useless newborn!" spat Voldemort at the dead body of Lily.
Voldemort's frustration could be seen as a faint red glow surrounded him.
"If Lord Voldemort cannot have the secrets that your mother had, then no one shall!" Voldemort raised his wand and prepared to cast the killing curse.
Lily Potter lay on the ground dead with a small smile on her face.
"Avada Kedavra!" yelled Voldemort as he watched the sickly-green spell head towards baby Harry.
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH" screamed Voldemort as he felt the point-blank curse rebound off of Harry and back at himself.
The overload of magic nearly blew the 2nd floor into smithereens, and effectively ruined any resemblance of it.
The sole occupant left in the house was a screaming Harry Potter, wanting his mother and father to clean up the cut on his forehead that would soon fade into a scar.
Also, Harry was hungry.
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In their bedchambers, the Carrows sat tense knowing that Halloween was a favorite holiday for the Dark Lord and his revels and mass murders.
A pop could be heard as a house-elf appeared in the middle of the room.
"Master and Mistress Carrows, Peppy is to gives you this papers." said the elf now bowing in front of the Carrows.
As soon as the Carrows took the paper, the elf vanished.
The paper read, "The Potters live at No. 7 Bradsbury Ln. in the village of Godric's Hollow."
"Oh no! Lily and James" Jessica gasped!
"Let's go now! We have to do something!" yelled Jeremy.
Just as they were about to leave, a pamphlet fell out of the letter. Jeremy perused the documents and was surprised to find a detailed description of the patronage changing ritual Voldemort had spoken of. Then quickly realizing the direness of the situation, he quickly held onto Jessica.
Soon they both apparated to the late home of the Potters.
"Oh no! The house is on fire! Voldemort must have burned the house down. But there's no Dark Mark! He might still be in there!" said Jessica frantically.
Jeremy quickly led Jessica to the front of the house and waved his wand. "There's somebody inside the house, and it is definitely not the Dark Lord."
They both waved their wands levitating themselves to not leave any trace of their arrival. With tears in their eyes, they spied James on the ground.
Forever the hero and the loving father, James had fought resiliently against the Dark Lord. The Carrows were left with an impression of utmost honor as they looked sadly at him.
They flew up the stairs and next saw Lily sprawled on the floor. Most beautiful in form and a model mother, Lily Evans stared blankly back at the Carrows.
"Look, it's Harry!" exclaimed Jessica. "He looks like he really needs Lily."
Jeremy surveyed the room and a pile of ashes on the ground. "There's a heavy stench of both dark and light magic. It's coming from where Harry was."
Jessica approached where Harry was lying on the ground and picked him up. She started to mutter, "Wow, he's heavy. Shhhh, stop crying. Auntie Jessie is here. There now..."
Jeremy pointed at the pile of ashes, "Jess, my dear! That's what's left of Voldemort. He's gone!!! I can't be sure of what Lily did, but the dark lord is gone! How could Harry have survived?!"
Jessica was speechless as she just stared at her husband. Her dreams that were so far away just a day ago seemed to be in reach. She had a dark haired and handsome baby in her arms and she was free at last.
"Wait, his body is gone, but what about the Horcruxes!" said Jessica as she could finally form the words.
"Oh no! That means his spirit is around somewhere. We have to leave now!" Jeremy suddenly took Jessica's hand and tandem-apparated back to their home.
Dumbledore soon apparated in with a group of the Order of the Phoenix surveying the decrepit house.
"Oh no! Lily and James," said one of the members. The whole Order remembered how the Potters had valiantly stood against Voldemort and the corrupt pureblood-oriented
ministry. Lily had fought for muggleborn rights as James fought for an honest minister and head of the DMLE.
Dumbledore did a scan of the house and noticed that there were no magical signatures in the house. With a somber mood he approached the house.
The Order of the Phoenix carefully preserved both Lily and James' bodies while also taking care of any still intact heirlooms in their house to put into their vaults.
Dumbledore then noticed the pile of ashes and the residue of curse magic in the air. Dumbledore then realized that Harry was missing and that Voldemort was nowhere to be seen. No matter how fortunate the absence of Voldemort, Dumbledore knew that there was evil magic sustaining Tom Marvolo Riddle.
No, the worse disappearance was that of Harry James Potter who seemed to be the one in the prophecy. But, Dumbledore would make do with Neville Longbottom who would hopefully follow in his parents' footsteps. A child of two very powerful Aurors would be a contender against Voldemort's followers for sure if not Voldemort's power.
"Where's Harry," asked a worried Minerva McGonagall.
"I believe he has perished along with Voldemort and these ashes represent what is left of them." said Dumbledore slowly. "I think that we are all in shock at the deaths of such dear friends, but we must remember the good times and not forget our cause."
Minerva MCGonagall spoke next," I can't believe that they died so young. James used to torment me so much, yet I still fell for his boyish charms. I don't think I ever really meant any punishment that I gave him. Miss Evans was the most perfect student! She excelled in almost everything and her personality was truly vibrant. I don't think I will ever see a more loved husband or wife since those two. They will never be forgotten."
In his mind, Dumbledore thought 'Where are you Tom and Harry?'
"Wait! Dumbledore! You said that You-know-who is gone?! The dark lord has been defeated! Merlin! " murmured the voices of the Order of the Phoenix.
"Yes, I believe that young Harry took the Dark Lord with him. I do not yet know how, but I do believe that we can celebrate our good fortune. Tonight is a night of both celebration and remembrance. Let us respect the last wishes of the Potters to enjoy life." said Dumbledore.
Soon after, the sun rose to begin another day.