Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of the other characters in the story.
AN: This is my first attempt at a fan fiction story. Please tell me what you think. I hope to have the next chapter up in the next day or two.
The Evil Unknown: Prologue
"He has really done it this time" thought Tom Riddle to himself. To think that he would want to hurt the Potters; hurt anyone really, especially a baby. This is ridiculous. Those poor people were dead and there was nothing he could do to stop it. He really had to go into hiding now. The public was screaming for his hide. How was he supposed to stop the dark wizard when no one but he and his followers knew who it was. The public had done a well enough job villifying him and convincing the world that he was the evil one that no one would believe him or his followers. __________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________
The black robes and mask covered the tall wizard completely as he strode up the walk to the Potter's home. 'those fools' he thought to himself. 'to trust their protection into the hands of their enemies and think nothing else of it. Oh yes. he had played his part well. No one ever even suspected and that fool riddle was getting all the blame. What could be better'
"Reducto!" He yelled as the front door flew off it's hinges.
"Lily! Take Harry and go! James yelled.
The evil wizard laughed maniacally. 'Like they could ever get away. They sealed their own fate in the wards they had created'
"Avada Kedavra!" He hissed. James fell to the floor as he noticed Lily and young Harry dissapear into the next room. He followed them slowly. He didn't particularly want to kill Lily. He had always liked her, but she was in his way and he HAD to kill the child. He just HAD to! He asked her nicely to step aside and when she refused he just shrugged and killed her anyway. He turned to kill the child and as soon as he cast the curse he noticed a shimmering shield surround the boy. He ducked just in time as his own killing curse rebounded and blew the house to rubble. 'I have to get out of here. I can't let anyone find me like this'. He crawled out of the rubble and disaparated. He needed a new plan. __________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________
Albus Dumbledore appeared on the quiet street of Privet Drive. Everyone had long since gone to bed. He strode up to number 4 and began to watch the skies before a soft meow made him look down. As the cat morphed into a woman he sighed. 'Of course she would be here. That woman is so infuriating sometimes' She looked shocked as he told her what happened. "But how did he survive!?"
"My dear woman, if i knew I would surely tell you" He heaved another heavy sigh. When she protested his placement into this home he thought quickly and came up with an story about sacrifice and blood wards. He needed to stay with blood relatives of his mother and this was the only home for him. 'yes this surely is the only home for him. These people despised magic and could be counted on to be so abusive of the child that he would be ripe for manipulation once he reached hogwarts. I have to ensure he does not fight against me.'
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The headline of the daily prophet the following day read:
POTTER'S KILLED! BABY SURVIVES KILLING CURSE! IS THE DARK LORD REALLY GONE?
Tom couldn't contain his glee. The baby survived! He could mourn for the parents later. At least the innocent child hadn't been hurt. He could only imagine the home he would end up in and hoped the child would be able to survive it without too much trauma. He would have to find a way to rescue the baby. What had the papers called him? Harry? Yes he would find him and care for him. No one else would suspect that his home was less than proper so no one else would see. But how could he reach him? He couldn't be seen anywhere lest he be destroyed or worse, kissed by the dementors. He would have to think long and hard of a way to fix this.