Prologue
Voldemort walked up to the gate and smirked, fools he thought, trusting a rat. He didn't believe the prophecy of course, but he couldn't take the chance that others would and use it against him. He knocked on the door and was answered by a rat faced, short, balding man. Peter Petigrew, Voldemort thought in disgust.
"The Potters, where are they?" He asked in a cold voice.
"The children are in the nursery and the parents are at an order meeting." Petigrew answered in a squeaky voice. Voldemort pushed past him and walked up the stairs to the nursery. He walked into the nursery and looked at the two boys. Which to kill first, he wondered. He looked at the two boys. One of them had shaggy, dark brown hair and hazel eyes. He was the spitting image of his father and his crib named him Cadmon James Potter. However, it was the other boy whose name was Harry Sirius Potter that caught and held his attention. He was very delicate looking, already on the slender side. He had black hair but it was his eyes that caught Voldemort's attention. They were a bright green, the same color as the killing curse. However, it wasn't the color that really caught his attention. It was the intelligence in his eyes that caught and held him. This, he decided was the child of the prophecy.
Voldemort raised his wand then stopped, something told him to stop, he decided to ignore it. He raised his wand, Avada Kedavra, he shouted. The curse left his wand and he watched it go towards the child when a golden shield popped up around the child and it deflected the curse back at him. He dodged out of the way just in time. As he ducked he felt a searing heat over his heart. He decided to leave and rethink his plan and escape before the parents came back. He left without realizing that the curse was still bouncing around destroying the nursery. A piece of ceiling fell and scratched Cadmon on the cheek twice creating an equal sign.
The Potters were at an Order meeting when the alarm went off. They looked at each other than at Dumbledore. "Pettigrew snitched," James shouted as he and Lilly apparated away. They arrived at the house and saw the nursery. They ran upstairs. They heard crying and uncovered Charles, then realized they were missing a child. They looked around and saw Harry in the arms of his godfather, Sirius, who had followed them. Dumbledore arrived and looked around in shock. He looked at James, "You were right. Pettigrew told Voldemort. How are both boys still alive?"
"One of them must have stopped him. Can you tell which one?" James asked. Dumbledore took out his wand and cast several diagnostic spells. "I believe it is Charles. He has the equal sign and the prophecy said that Voldemort would mark him as his equal. The only way he would have managed to stop him would have been to defeat him. This means Voldemort is gone. Also, Harry's core is very low. He may turn out to be a squib, though everything considering he may just be exhausted, and it is still too early to tell." Of course no one noticed the mark over Harry's heart. If they had things might have turned out differently. James and Lilly looked at each other in chock. No Potter had ever birthed a squib. Dumbledore nodded at them and left. He had to alert the ministry and the media. Sirius kissed Harry and handed him to his parents. He then explained that he was going to go after Pettigrew and would be back in a couple of days and left. Lilly and James looked at each other and decided to rid themselves of the squib. They would leave him at the Dursleys. "I would disown him, but I can't as the family magic didn't accept me as head of the family. We will have to wait till Charles is old enough to inherit," James snarled. Lilly nodded in agreement. They took Harry and left him on the Dursley's front step with a letter in explanation. If they could have seen the consequences of their decision they would have not left him there.