Two babies lay in a crib. One had several tufts of curly dark hair, the other several ginger wisps. Both had wide green eyes.
"Mama!" cried the dark haired baby, clapping his pudgy fists together cheerfully, the other began to laugh delightedly, the door swung open and a woman bustled in smiling, a bottle in each hand. The dark haired baby gurgled happily, and Lily Potter smiled. James was out with Sirius, despite his desire to stay with his family, Lily had forced him out to get some fresh air. He needed some time out. Slowly, she began to feed the two boys. Suddenly, there was a crash, the blood drained from Lily's face,
"No!" She gasped, wand in hand, she silently peered over the top of the stairs. Voldemort. Slowly, she returned into her children's room. Sealing the door, she swiped her wand along her arm,
"Seco." She whispered frantically, a long cut sliced along her arm and she bit her lip, dipping her finger in her blood, she began to draw a circle around her babies crib, murmuring words under her breath,
"Et spiritus in eis. parcet. sacrificium, bene datur, quia sanguis sanguinem. parcet. qui percusserit quaesiverit malum. Parcet, parcet, parcet." She drew another circle around herself. Just in time as the door burst open.
"No, not my babies! Take me!"
"Step aside you foolish girl!"
"No! No! Please! Take me!"
There was a flash of blue light and a high pitched cackle,
"Lets see how Potter fairs with you slowly dying before him," he walked to the babies, two identical pairs of green eyes gazed up at him fearfully. Voldemort smirked,
"One of you is capable of defeating me, eh? Lets see how the future savior deals with me now?" He pointed his wand at the dark haired boy,
"Avada Kedavra!" He cried, there was a flash of green light that struck the child. A soft golden glow surrounded the boys, throwing voldemort back. Harry began to sob from a wound on his forehead, in the shape of a lightening bolt. The very foundation of the house began to tremble and the walls began the crumble around them but the crib remained unharmed, a golden glow surrounded the crib and Lily Potter, who lay on the floor in a circle of blood.
When James Potter, Sirius Black and Dumbledore rushed back because of the alarms going off, Dumbledore was forced to tell the prophecy,
"A sacrifice, willingly given
Shall spare the two boys.
Born as the seventh month dies,
Born to fight the dark Lord.
One, certain of his light
The other, unsure where his loyalties should lie
One hailed savior
The other hailed protector
Bond of brotherhood fragile
For one is strong but broken
The other, manipulated and blind.
They shall make the path for the future,
Or they shall fight on the battle grounds
And the dark heir shall rise triumphant."
There was a long silence after Dumbledore had recited the prophecy, James Potter, face oddly devoid of emotion, looked to Dumbledore for advice.
"James, Perhaps I should take the boys into my charge, to prepare them for their fate. James Potter nodded,
"Take them." He said, eyes never leaving the circle of blood in which Lily Evans nee Potter, had been thrown into a coma, which she wouldn't emerge from for years.
Dumbledore a child in each hand, took the twin boys to two very different locations. He knocked on number four Privet drive, and dropped off Damian, the auburn haired baby let out a wail at the separation from his brother, unaware that he would spend his childhood being bullied by his cousin, and live in a cupboard under the stairs. Dumbledore then travelled to Another house, the residence of one Mad Eye Moody, and dropped off Harry Potter.
"He's the brother of the boy who lived. Train him, I give you permission to do all you can to make him a warrior. He must look after his brother above all else." Moody nodded. Harry was snuffling, face a red mess of snot and tears as Mad eye Moody took him into his home.
Dumbledore walked away,
"The prophecy must be fulfilled." He muttered under his breath as he left, "It's for the greater good." He said, trying to calm his conscience.