Disclaimer:I do not own Harry Potter. Harry potter belongs to the brilliant J K Rowling. All characters are hers unless I add some of my own (unlikely).
Chapter 1:the beginning
All was silent in Godric's Hollow. The streets of the village were covered in snow as white as the icing on a cake, and little glimpses of light hinted at the time of year. Samhain, the time when the spirits of the dead walked the earth once more, yet not a soul was in sight as the hooded figure observed the Potters' cottage, drunk on the ectasy of victory. Grinning evilly he approached the cottage, now visible to him thanks to their 'loyal' friend Wormtail. pausing for a moment to observe the parents, as they used their wands to blow bubbles for the amusement of- The crimson eyes under the hood widened before narrowing again, a smirk spreading across his chalk white face as he watched the child destined to destroy him. It was almost pitiful, but Lord Voldemort could take no chances. If this boy could succeed where Albus Dumbledore himself could not, he must stop him or victory would always elude him.
Focusing his hatred, he blasted the wooden door off its hinges, not bothering to take note of the fact that it hit James Potter with the force of a car, sending him flying backwards to land with a sickening crunch. With barely a second glance, he shot another curse at the mudblood who screamed with horror as she gazed upon her unconscious husband, sending her flying over the banister until her lifeless form lay sprawled across the floor below. 'Pathetic,' he thought to himself. 'Not even armed.' If she was still alive, he'd leave the filthy mudblood for Snape, if he wanted her so much. Lord Voldemort did reward his servants after all, though how his best spy could fall for a creature less worthy than a worm he could not understand.
Climbing the steps, he threw open the bedroom door with an audible boom, hesitating for a split second at the sight of the cot...and the child guarding it. Despite being but 3 years old, the Potter boy's piercing emerald green gaze send an unwilling shiver down his spine. 'A brother? Snape did not mention the existence of two children. No matter, the older one was a half-blood, he may live.'
'Move out of the way, child. This does not concern you,' he told the older boy in his high, cold voice, the voice that made giants tremble and his subjects prostate themselves. The voice that made fires falter and water freeze, yet this boy was unaffected by it.
'No. You won't hurt my brother!' the stupid boy shouted, raising his hands, apparently unafraid of the crimson eyes that burned with dark fire as they glared at him in visible disbelief.
'You mean to fight me,boy?' The Dark Lord asked incredulously, laughing in derision, his icy laughter causing the lights to flicker in fear. 'Either this boy is braver than I believed, or he is a fool. No matter, it's time to teach him the lesson his parents could not.' Before the child could reply, the most powerful dark wizard of all time flicked his wandless hand, causing the surprised boy to be sent flying into the far wall, slumping to the ground in a crumpled heap and leaving the wall with an imprint of his form embedded in it.
Turning back to his target, he flicked his wrist once more, lifting the screeching brat to his level. Pressing his wand to the head of the crying toddler, he took a moment to observe the baby that was meant to be his greatest foe. Smiling cruelly, he whispered the words that he knew would end the war, unaware of the light glowing from the other boy's body. As he looked on with shocked surprise, a wall of pure golden light formed between his wand and the baby, the force of it knocking him off-balance. As he watched with growing comprehension, he could only stare as his killing curse impacted with the shield, which responded like an elastic band, catching the spell before flinging it back at him.
As his body dissolved, the malevolent spirit of Lord Voldemort was blasted howling from his body as it turned to dust, the resulting explosion sending shockwaves forth so powerful that the very roof of the bedroom cracked and collapsed, falling in a thick shower of dust and plaster.
When the parents awoke and managed to blast a hole through the debris to their children. they found the unconscious forms of their children, the younger possessing a bloody forehead. When they wiped the blood away, they could see a strange crimson scar, shaped like a lightning bolt. When Dumbledore arrived, the old man looked at the scar and performed a scan on the boy, finding residual magic surrounding him. Lifting the boy into the air, he spoke to the two parents, paying only the slightest attention to the still unconscious older boy in his mother's arms and the small and practically unnoticeable line shaped scar on his forehead, which began to fade and become practically invisible against his pale skin.
'Lily, James. I give you the Boy who lived'. As Lily and James watched in growing wonder and confusion, Dumbledore beckoned them to follow, leading them down for a most informative discussion.
Thanks for reading. I hope you enjoyed the first chapter. I haven't got a set date for the next chapter but it probably won't be until next week, as I'm out this weekend.
until next time!