Disclaimer: I don't own any Harry Potter characters. They are the property of J.K.R.
Prologue
October 31, 1981...
"Boo!" James yelled, jumping out from behind a crib.
He frightened the baby within. With a slight gasp, the childs eyes fell on the sudden appearance of his father.
"Dada." Harry giggled, reaching forward with his tiny arms.
James picked Harry up lovingly. "Hem hem."
James turned towards the door of the room. A red head was standing in the doorway, hands on her hips.
"You better not taint my son, Mr. Potter." Lily warned, threateningly.
"Your son? He looks nothing like you!" James countered.
Lily walked into the room, stopping in front of her only family. Glancing down at her son lovingly, she sighed.
"He does have my eyes." She said finally.
"True." James admitted.
"Anyway," Lily continued, "Peter brought you a letter from Sirius. It's downstairs on the table."
James' head shot up. "Thanks Lil." He said, as he walked past Lily and started trodding down the steps with Harry curled in his right arm.
Lily followed after him at a medium trot and stopped when she came upon the kitchen. James was inside, trying to open a letter with one hand, while the other hand held Harry.
"Here, I'll hold him." Lily offered.
"Thanks." James said, handing his son to his wife.
Lily accepted him graciously. Once he was securely wrapped in her arms, James turned back to the envelope. Lily beamed down at the cudly child in her arms. She listened to James start reading Sirius' letter, but never took her eyes off of her son.
"Dear James and Lily,
I hope you and Prongs junior are fine. Moony and I went to a Halloween Party this evening. It was quite fun, other than the fact that Moony got drunk half way through and I had to escort him home." James laughed. "That has to have been the first time that Remus has ever chugged more than me. Anyway, Dumbledore was there to. He expects that there will be a turn in the war soon. Can't wait till it's over. I'll finally be able to teach Prongslette proper pranking techniques. Wow! That was a tongue twister. Sorry, I got to go. Remus is barfing.
Love,
Padfoot."
James put the letter down, chuckling.
"Is it just me, or is he getting crazier?" James enquired.
Lily grinned. "Well, at least he isn't as hard headed as you now a days."
Harry giggled in her arms at James' mock look of defeat.
James opened his mouth to respond, but was interrupted by a loud "Boom!" coming from the door.
James stiffened and craned his neck to look at the kitchen exit.
"Wait here." He muttered to Lily. Lily only nodded, her eyes wide with terror. James walked to the living room, and came upon a snake-like man with a wand held at his side. He was standing where the door used to be. The moonlight from outside was obscuring his looks.
"It's him Lily! Run! Take Harry and get out of here!" James shouted.
Lily heard him and didn't need to be told twice. She ran straight up the stairs and to Harry's room. Meanwhile, James was downstairs in the living room, blocking the doorway that led to the staircase.
"Move." Voldemort hissed. He was wearing a dark cloak that wasn't even close to matching the bright and usually happy house.
"No." James replied. He didn't even flinch when Voldemort raised his wand.
"Avada Ked-" He stopped himself. There was no point in killing the brave pureblood. Instead, a jet of red light left his wand and connected with James' chest. James was thrown backwards violently, though the doorway, and collided with the staircase on the other side with a grunt. Voldemort walked onward.
He walked around the man and started his way slowly up the steps. About half of the steps creaked by the time Voldemort reached the top. He walked to the first closed door he found and reached for the knob. With a sharp turn, he realized it was locked. Voldemort stepped back and muttered a spell under his breath with the wand pointed at the door. The door blew open and scattered various items on the other side that used to be a barricade.
He noticed the woman staring at him from a corner. She seemed to be guarding a crib. The snake-man could almost smell her fear. She was shaking and allowed a few tears to pass through her eyes. Voldemort strolled over to the woman and raised his wand.
"Step aside you foolish girl." He said, in an authoritative tone.
"Please, not Harry," she begged, "kill me instead! Please not Harry."
"Move!" Voldemort shouted.
"Please not Harry!" She begged again.
Voldemort pointed his wand at her chest and shouted "Stupify!"
With another jet of red light, Lily was now unconscious on the floor.
"You're lucky Severus asked me to spare you!" Voldemort spat down at Lily. "I have no idea what he sees in a mudblood like you!"
Without further ado, Voldemort turned towards the crib, where an infant was gurgling and giggling. He thought his dad was behind the snake-like mask that was Voldemort's face.
The Dark Lord aimed his wand at the child's head.
"Avada Kedavra!"
(A/N)
So...the killing curse backfires because Lily meant to die for her son. I got that idea from the end of Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows. Okay, read on :D...
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Prologue #2
Three years later...
Wormtail was shaking from head to foot. He had just betrayed his friends. Again. The first time, he convinced his friends that Voldemort had used the Cruciatus Curse on him to get the whereabouts of the Potters. When that didn't work, Voldemort used Legimency to find of their whereabouts. They accepted this as the truth and moved on. They wouldn't let anything spoil their time of happiness and celebrating, now that the Dark Lord was finally 'dead'. Now, for the second betrayal, he had just kidnapped the Boy-Who-Lived. Said boy was now in his arms, as he ran through a busy city. The idea of apparating was forgotten. He just wanted to clear as much distance between him and the Potters as possible. As he jogged along, he received many strange glares. Apparently it wasn't common for grown men to be jogging along sidewalks, carrying three-year-olds in their arms.
Flashback
One week ago...
Wormtail had just left the Potter's house with a full belly once again. He arrived at his apartment and fiddled with his keys to open the door.
He walked into the shabby, dirty room and at first didn't notice another person's presence. He lit a candle with his wand and turned to the couch, with the intention of sitting down. However, he never got to that part, for there was a little green thing right in front of him, sitting there on the couch.
Wormtail gasped and dropped his wand in surprise. The thing was grotesque and a sickly shade a green with dry a dirty skin. It was about the size of a baby.
"Hello Wormtail." Spoke a high pitched voice that could barely be recognized as his master's.
"M-m-master?" Wormtail stuttered. Saying that he was surprised would be an understatement.
"Yes Wormtail, it is I." There was a mouth distinctly visibly and moving as the thing spoke.
Without hesitation, Wormtail dropped to the floor in a bow.
"How may I serve you my lord?" Wormtail spoke. His voice a little muffled from the floor.
"Ahh, aren't you at all curious as to how I am alive?"
"Of course my lord, but I never doubted the possibility. I m-m-mean an infant would never be able to defeat you." Wormtail replied, trying desperately to find the right words.
"That is very true; however, I don't believe you deserve an explanation, considering it's been three years and you haven't even attempted to find me."
"I'm s-s-sorry m-m-master."
"You will be properly punished when I get my body back. I have searched for the last three years and have finally discovered an ancient spell in Romania that will do just that." Voldemort looked like he smiled. "All I need you to do is get some of Harry Potter's blood and bring it to me. Then we will properly dispose of the boy."
End Flashback
The sun was starting to set when Wormtail finally found a proper alleyway. He raced in without a backward glance.
He set the unconscious boy down on the cold, hard pavement and pulled a vial and a sharp knife out of his cloak.
He looked down at the poor boy. The kid looked so much like James, it almost felt like he was doing this to James himself. Forcing these thoughts out of his mind, he brought the blade down to Harry's right arm. As soon as the cold blade touched his arm, his eyes snapped open, revealing a shocked and mortified emerald green pair. When the blade pierced his arm, he let out a scream. Wormtail quickly muffled the noise with his knifeless hand and used the blunt end of the weapon to knock Harry out again. Harry's world went black. Wormtail scraped some blood into the tube and corked it.
"There, now I just have to take him back to my master." Wormtail thought to himself. As he prepared to pick Harry up and apparate, he felt a force attack him from behind.
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Two men lazed down a sidewalk. Both men had gray hoodies on that covered a balk on their right forearms. This balk hid their Peckham Gang armbands. At the moment, they were discussing random topics and attempting to pick pockets.
"Bill, I just don't see the point of stealing. I mean, can't we just earn the money?" Jack asked his gang leader. Jack was a new recruit. At the age of fifteen, he was considered a 'younger'.
"Believe me, it ain't that bad," Bill sighed. "I mean, take a yonder at them Ghetto Boys, muggin' people an' what not. Tell me, would ya' rather steal money or beat people up for it?" Bill was the leader of the Peckham Boys. He was twenty years young and completely despised their rivals, the Ghetto Boys.
The Ghetto boys were supposedly on the south side of town, but every once in a while, a group would come looking for trouble. The north side of town belonged to the Peckham Boys. Their gang members were divided into three groups. The 'tinies' were the kids who were twelve-years-old or younger. The 'youngers' were between thirteen and sixteen years old, and the 'olders' were anyone who was seventeen or older.
"Yea, I guess you're right." Jack replied, as he slipped his hand into a woman's purse who was window-shopping at the time. He retrieved a grand total of five dollars.
They walked on in silence for several minutes before they stopped in wonder. They were witnessing a very shabby, short man carrying an infant into a dark alleyway.
Bill spit on the ground and followed in curiosity. Jack walked behind him. When they heard a scream, they sped up. When they finally reached the crevice between the buildings, they saw a man holding a knife and bottling what seemed like blood. 'What the hell?' Bill stalked forward and grabbed the man from behind. The man squirmed in Bill's grasp, and was then thrown into a wall.
Without a glance at the unconscious man, he walked up to the kid. The kid had large gash on his forehead and was bleeding from the arm. But that wasn't what got Bill's attention. It was the very peculiar lightning-bolt scar that was right beside the gash.
Bill knelt down and felt for a pulse on his neck. Yep, the boy was definitely alive.
Jack put a hand on Bill's shoulder. "What are ya' gunna do with the kid?" He asked.
Bill just stared for a while at the kid's small features before replying.
"I recon I'll keep him."
Jack new it was a crazy idea, but just played along.
"The kid'll need a street name."
Bill glanced at the mop of dark hair that was scattered in different directions on his head.
"Raven." He finally spoke.
(A/N) So, how do you like it so far? Please review and tell me if I should continue! Reviewers get cake! :D