Disclaimer: The only thing I own is my cheese, my computer, and my lovely little OCs, I will not take credit for the works and amazingness of J.K Rowling.
Prologue:
On a rainy day the few wails of a children's cry were ignored. Halloween was wet, and cold. Parents warned their children at home not to leave. They would get sick, though not as sick as the man that could be seen viewing the lineup of houses, just sick with a cold.
The man moved down the road, the leather on the bottoms slapped against the wet ground. One child came from the red light of the bar, to run home. He bumped into the man.
"Nice costume mister," the small boy looked up and saw the face. He was scared. He started to back away, then went into the fastest run possible for a seven year old.
The man found the house. He opened the front gate, and walked briskly to the door. He took out a piece of wood, or a wand as they would call it, and muttered a blasting hex. The door flew off its hinges.
" Lily, take Thomas and run," the young red-head ran up the stairs, as the dark man chuckled. In his mind the worst possible had occurred to the family, the man was foolish enough to tell him outright where to look.
He stupefied the man quickly, he would come back to torture this man after his work was finished. He climbed up the stairs and blasted the door to the nursery or the door that had a lot of knights and castles.
He saw the woman and stupefied her quickly too, his servant Severus asked personally. He would grant the wish to his faithful servants after all, how else to than to do one menial task.
He saw two children, the man had said of one child. He ignored the brown-haired boy with hazel eyes, and laid rest to the young black haired, avada kedavra green eyes. Oh how those eyes shone with such power and strength. He would take this one, he could see his rival. How those people could not see the difference in their aura was unknown to him.
He aimed, and shot clearly aiming for the boy, but as the spell hit Harry's head, it reflected back to the dark wizard. It caused a small explosion that the muggles would speak about for day, fires that were there but never burned. They would send out mass obliviations in due time.
He was surprised, he smiled and at a child no less, maybe he would come to find him again. He would take this child. He could feel the connection and as the connection ripped slightly he could see the pain in the boys eyes. He could not stay angry at him. He would travel as a wraith waiting for his time.
The debris hit Thomas' cheek and created a bleeding V-shaped wound on it. If one would look closely, on the now sleeping Harry, they too would see a lightning shape wound on his forehead. Oh how wrong they would be when the decided one over the other. Power would be hidden