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Voldemort was standing at the end of a crib that held two silent boys, twins about 15 months old.
He had just finished killing the twins parents in front of them and was wondering to himself why they hadn't started to cry yet.
Voldemort realised that while one of the twins was close to crying ,with the only thing stopping him being his brother who was squeezing his hand in reassurance, while the other boy was wearing an emotionless mask.
He also realised that the silent twin had a powerful magic core while the other way strong but still nothing compared to his twin. He considered taking the more powerful twin ass his apprentice but he could tell that the boy would be more powerful then him and would ultimately decide one day that he wanted to be the next Dark Lord and kill him off because there had never been two Dark Lords at the same time. There had been close calls but never two at the same time.
Voldemort decided that he would give the twins painless deaths because it was not the twins fault that their parents had thrice defied him making one of them the child of prophecy.
Voldemort slowly raised his wand so that it was level with the more powerful yet small twin's forehead, Harry, he guessed as Wormtail had informed him before leaving.
He somehow knew that Harry would be the child of prophecy and so chose to end his life first.
Voldemort whispered the killing curse softly but was not ready for what Harry would do.
Harry had just simply caught the green light of the curse and was studying it.
After a few moments Harry seemed to get bored and threw the ball of green light back at Voldemort with a small smile on his face. Voldemort in his state of shock couldn't move fast enough and the ball of light hit him before his body turned to dust, his soul leaving with a tormented scream.