A/N: This is a story that has been floating around in my head for a while and I finally decided to try my hand at writing it. Let me know what you think.
"Tell me, Pettigrew, where are the Potters!" said a snakelike man with a bald head, two slits for nostrils, and the reddest eyes possible. He was standing over a short fat man that looked like a rat. The rat man was quivering at the sight of his torturer.
"Never! I will die before I betray James!" said Pettigrew.
"If that is your wish, then perhaps Black or that Half-breed will show more respect. Goodbye, Pettigrew. Avada Kedavra!" the snake-like man responded. As he finished saying this a green light shot out of the stick in his right hand and struck Pettigrew in the chest. Pettigrew's eyes glazed over and he ceased to move. He was dead.
"Master, perhaps it would be best to focus on the Longbottom boy? After all, the prophecy could be about either of them, and unlike the Potter brat, Longbottom is a Pureblood." said a bat-like man as he stepped out of the shadows near the door to the room. He had greasy hair and a cloak billowing behind him as he moved.
"Perhaps that will be the best course of action for now. Until we can capture either Black or the half-breed. You are dismissed Severus." the snake-like man said. After Severus had left the room he turned to the last two people in the room with him and the body, "Lucius, Bella get rid of the body."
The next morning many people across the country and even some across the world were celebrating what they thought was the death of the monster that had been plaguing them for over two decades. Among them were a large family full of Redheads that wore second hand clothing living in a house that looked like it would collapse under the smallest breeze. Their celebration came to a crashing halt when their front door was blasted off its hinges and four people dressed in black cloaks and masks shaped like skulls covering their faces came through the shattered doorway rapidly firing spells at the residents.
In the resulting surprise the two parents of the many kids never had a chance to defend themselves. They were both hit by red beams of light. When they woke up they kept on being asked where 'The Dark Lord' was and every time they could not answer, they had to watch as one of their children was tortured and then killed starting with the oldest and working its way down. The two adults succumbed to insanity as they saw the torture curse heading towards the youngest, a small newborn girl that already had hair the color of flame.
The curse never reached her though. When it was about to touch her she disappeared with a loud cry and giant crack ripped through the air.
In a small cottage hundreds of miles away the little girl appeared in a crib with a small black-haired boy with bright green eyes.