A/N: Hello and Welcome to my new story! Broken Mirror, please read and review. Also this is going to updated at a slower pace because I am still working on The Rise but once that on is done I'm going to finish this one quickly.

-McFluffin


Chapter 1

Birth

*Little Hangleton*

September 21st 1980

Lord Voldemort sat upon his throne reading a manuscript, within this bundle of old parchment was what he had been looking for; a weapon of unspeakable power but more importantly a way to end the war. His eyes shifted from side to side as he absorbed the information at break-neck speed, his eyes widened. He looked up and knew what he had to do.

"Bella! Your master calls!" he yelled out for his most loyal Death Eater with a magically amplified voice.

At the end of the long hall, Bellatrix Lestrange awoke from her slumber and immediately ran to her masters side.

"Yes my lord? What is it that you need?" she asked as she bowed before him.

"Look at me dear, I need you to go to Italy. In the city of Florence you shall find an old wand maker named Felip Alivan. Bring him to me Bella, I shall reward you handsomely." he ordered as he lightly stroked her cheek with his thumb.

"Yes my lord! I shall leave at once!" she said as she bowed and left the chamber.

Voldemort leaned back and smiled as he watched her leave, soon he would have the most powerful wand in existence and with it he will put an end to this accursed war. Soon he will be king!


*Seven days later*

Bellatrix walked into Lord Voldemort's Throne Room with her prisoner, the old man's shoulder length hair was matted with blood, and his left eye was closed shut because of the swelling from the punch he received. As they approached the throne Bellatrix hit the back of his knees, forcing him to bow to the Dark Lord. The eerie green fire from the torches shadowed Voldemort enough for him to look both mysterious and imposing.

"Felip Alivan I presume?" hissed Voldemort as he stared at the wand maker

"Yes, my name is Felip Alivan of Florence." he answered shakily

"Well Felip I have brought you here because I need you to do something for me. Take a look at this manuscript, it is a very detailed report on wandlore and wands but there is only one wand I am interested in. Your ancestor wrote it, so I'm sure you are familiar with it." he said as he threw the manuscript at Felip.

As he read it his eyes widened, here was the holy grail of wandmaking. He stared in awe as before him were instructions on how to recreate the Elder Wand.

"Lord Voldemort, sir. I take it you want me to make you the Elder Wand?" he asked tentatively

"You have guessed correctly, can you do it?" asked Voldemort

Felip nodded "I believe I can, I will need special tools and a very specific wand core for the wand to work properly."

"What is it you need?" Voldemort sighed sometimes he had to do things he did not want to so he could get what he wanted.

"Well I will need the tail hair from Death's own steed. The first Thestral to appear in our world." the old man said.

Voldemort became angry at this "You need a hair from the very first Thestral? How in the world will I get the hair of a long dead animal?" Yelled out the Dark Lord as he pulled out his wand, ready to curse the man before him.

As the wand maker cowered Bellatrix spoke up.

"My lord, couldn't we use a hair from its descendent instead? I'm sure since all of them carry the first's blood that it should work." she said and saw a smile spread on Voldemorts face.

"Sir that actually might work. I'm willing to try it." said Felip, eager to leave the dark ones presence.

"Yes, we shall do that. Go see our healer and rest for now, your workshop shall be ready as soon as possible." Voldemort said as he dismissed Felip. The man bowed and left quickly to ask around for a healer.

Voldemort looked over at Bellatrix after the man left and smiled at her.

"My dear Bella, you have served me well and I believe you deserve a just reward. Come with me to my chamber, you shall be paid well for your services tonight." he said as he stood and lead Bellatrix toward his private chamber.


*One Year Later*

October 21st 1981

The Dark Lord sat impatiently; waiting for his ultimate weapon was something he despised. His thoughts were interrupted as Felip Alivan walked into his Throne Room and bowed before him.

"My lord, I present to you The Elder Wand! I have successfully recreated it." he said as he handed it to Voldemort.

Voldemort stood and snatched it from his hands, instantly he felt a warm feeling pass through him as the wand chose him as its master. Smiling he went back to sit on his throne.

"Very good work Felip, I applaud your hard work. A year of trial and error, wandcores and wands destroyed and ruined but you achieved what was once thought impossible. Now I truly am sorry but I cannot let you reveal the secret of making the wand to anyone, it cannot be used against me." said Voldemort as he pointed the wand at its creator

"Please my lord! No! I have served you well! Please... I just want to see my family once more!" Felip begged for mercy, knowing that Voldemort showed none. A muttered curse and green flash ended his life.

The power Voldemort felt with this wand was indescribable; with it he would destroy Dumbledore and bring about a new world order. Just as he was about to go to his room the doors flew open and in came Severus Snape.

"My lord! I have urgent news! I have just heard a prophecy that foretells your fall if we do not act quickly!" he said quickly as he bowed before his master.

"Stand up Severus, what prophecy?" asked a worried Voldemort.

So Snape began his tale about overhearing the Prophecy, when he finished a rare look of surprise was on his face.

"Good job Severus, I need to think about this. Leave me." Voldemort said as he told Snape to leave.

He ran his over the names of people who the Prophecy could be talking about and came up with two. The toddlers of Lily and James Potter, Harry James and Jacob Alexander Potter.

He stood and called Bellatrix to his side "Bella, bring me Wormtail. It is time he became useful to us."


*Godric's Hallow*

October 31st 1981

Voldemort entered the small cottage that the Potter Family lived in. A pair of curses came his way; Voldemort put up a powerful Protego shield and reflected them back at his opponents

"Go Lily take the boys and run!" yelled out James as he continued to fight a losing battle with the Dark Lord.

Sirius Black was blocking Voldemort's path trying to buy Lily time to escape, this irritated him to no end,

"Out of my way Blood-Traitors!" Voldemort yelled as he sent out a barrage of Killing Curses towards them. James and Sirius died instantly when the curses hit, never knowing that because they had failed to stall Voldemort the course of wizard history would be changed forever.

Voldemort walked towards the back of the house where he could hear the toddlers crying and Lily trying in vain to calm them. He broke down the door and entered the nursery.

"Please! Don't kill my children! I beg you show some mercy!" Lily cried as she stood in between Voldemort and her children.

"Avada Kedavra" he said and Lily died while her children cried in terror as the snake-faced man came towards them.

Voldemort raised his wand towards the youngest boy Jacob "Avada Keda-"

*CRACK*

The unmistakable sound of Apparation echoed throughout the home. Voldemort sighed and turned to his mortal enemy, Albus Dumbledore. Dumbledore looked sadly at the dead body of Lily Potter and a tear slid down his cheek "I am too late. Damn you Tom! " he yelled out in rage as he pulled out his wand.

"The Mudblood deserved to die! Just like her children will! Anyways you cannot kill me, I have made sure of that!" Voldemort yelled as he aimed his wand at Dumbledore.

"Are you talking about your Horcruxes? I have destroyed them all!"Dumbledore said as he saw Voldemorts eyes widen. The evil man turned his wand back at the children but Dumbledore caught his attention once more. "No! I won't let you hurt the children Tom! Not Harry and Jacob, I owe it to the Potters to keep them alive!" Dumbledore said as he aimed his wand and fired a spell at Voldemort.

Voldemort fired off a spell of his own and the duel was on. Spell after spell flew by leaving the room in disarray and causing the children to stop crying as the witnessed the greatest wizarding duel of all time.

"That is it old man! Avada Kedavra!" Voldemort said as he sent the deadly curse towards Dumbledore. Not to be outdone Dumbledore called upon all the hate and sorrow he had felt when he saw the dead body of Lily and launched his own Killing Curse.

Both curses met at the middle and connected the wands causing a cage of magic to form around them. Both Dumbledore's and Voldemort's eyes widened when they realized what was happening.

'Dumbledore has the original Elder Wand' Voldemort thought as he kept feeding the link power.

'How has Tom been able to replicate The Elder Wand?' Dumbledore thought frantically as he poured all of his power to his wand.

The dome started to glow and flash as more power kept getting fed to the link; both the wizards put their all into the link knowing that the outcome of this duel would decide the wars result. As Dumbledore gave one last push of power Voldemorts wand started to break apart.

"What! This isn't possible!" he yelled as the wand magically overloaded and blew up in his hand.

The deadly curse hit both Voldemort and Dumbledore, as they lay dying they wondered why they had not died instantly. Their answer came from Voldemorts pocket where he kept his Phoenix Feather wand, the Phoenix song combined with the Priori dome that the Thestral hair created stalled their death if only temporarily. Voldemort then felt a sharp pain in his chest as he saw and felt what looked like a red mist rise from him and enter young Harry Potter. On the other side of the room Dumbledore felt this as well and he saw his blue mist enter Jacob, he looked at the young child and realized what had happened. His magic had for some reason had been ripped from him and combined with Jacob, he looked at the fallen body of Voldemort and saw the same happen to Harry. Sadly he closed his eyes and silently cried knowing what would happen in the future and began to draw his last breath. Voldemort shuddered and died not two seconds after Dumbledore. The Dome began to groan and it exploded out throwing the children back into their crib and knocking them out, leaving them with matching lightning bolt scars and the titles The-Boys-Who-Lived.