An Abused Child

Chapter 1

The Attack

Andy potter sat with his legs crossed on the couch his wand in his hand muttering under his breath as he made little puffs of different colored smoke erupt from his wand. The small baby propped up against a pillow on the couch laughed, and grabed at the smoke with his small fist soon prue potter came into the room.

"alright thats enough it's time for harry to go to bed," she said as andy scooped up harry and handed him to prue.

"good night" he said as he kissed harry on the forehead, and then kissed his wife. he droped his wand on the couch stretched and yawned. he sat down on the couch, and five seconds later he heard a loud crash as the door flew off it's henges. andy stood up and ran to the hall in time to see a cloak figure voldemort was across the threshhold andy relized he no longer had his wand.

"prue, take harry and go! it's him! Go! Run! I'll hold him off!" andy heard the running foot steps of prue and turned back to voldemort, "please dont hurt my son," he pleaded voldemort gave a high pitched cruel laugh he drew his wand.

"phinita."

the yellow light filled the cramped hallway, it lit the pram pushed against the wall, it made the banisters glare like lightning rods, and andy potter fell like a marionette whose strings were cut... he lay twitching on the floor the spell had not killed him but left him a inch from death voldemort steped over andy. it seemed stupid to waste his time killing andy he needed to get to the boy.

up on the upper floor prue potter screamed as she piled furniture in front of the door. she had forgotten her wand in the kitchen downstairs. she called desopratley.

"leo," she cried knowing he wouldnt be able to here her they had sent him to the underworld. "help," the door burst opened and prue ran to harry who was in his crib holding onto his little stuffed bear she through her arms wide.

"not harry, not harry, please not harry,"

"stand aside, you silly girl ... stand aside, now,"

"not harry, please no, take me, kill me instead---,"

"this is my last warning---,"

"not harry! please... have mercy ... have mercy ... not harry! not harry! please --- i'll do anything---,"

"stand aside. stand aside, girl!" the yellow light flashed around the room and she dropped like her husband. twitching on the floor harry had not cried all this time. he could stand clutching the bars of his crib. he looked up into voldemorts face with a bright interest, perhaps thinking it was andy who hid beneath the cloak, making more pretty lights, and prue would pop up any moment laughing---

voldemort pointed the wand very carefully into the boys face: he wanted to see it happen, the destruction of this one, inexplicalple danger. harry began to cry. harry saw that voldemort was not andy. he didnt like harry crying, he had never been able to stomach the small one's whining in the orphanage---

"avada kedavra,"

i know really short first chapter mainly copied from the seventh book except its from inside the house the people are from charmed and harry's parents live