Chapter 1: Taken
(Voldemorts pov)
"Give me the boy." I demanded of James Potter, one of my most faithful deatheaters.
"Of course, my Lord." He presented me with a bundle of blankets.
In the blankets was a little baby boy that was staring at me with his mothers emerald green eyes. Of course, he would never know his mother, after all, she was already dead. Now, one last little detail.
"Avada Kedavera!"
James Potter dropped to the floor. Now that he was out of the way, I left the house. I also left Harry's twin sister for the light side to find. There was no reason for the baby girl to die.
