Fanfiction
Chapter 1
The beginning was cold and dark. I remember the frost. I remember the numb feeling that began to spread throughout me. I remember the dog, cowering in the face of the black hooded figures before me. In the midst of the anxiety I was feeling, the dog was some sort of comfort. I think I may have had some sort of previous relationship with it. Then the dog turned back to look at me. It's eyes seemed to be saying 'sorry', or at least that's what I think it would've said if it could. Then, galloped towards me, and ran straight on past me. The figures didn't bother to follow it, but they continued to move towards me. Though I had burrowed my head into the ground now, I still knew that they were nearing my curled form. I could feel it. The sense that I shouldn't be where I was. The sense that I wouldn't ever be, and that happiness would never find it's way to me. I remember them coming closer, gliding towards me in a graceful, elegant dance. They were close now. Right up to my face. Finally I remember the scream, which i couldn't indentify as mine or anyone elses, as the rakish claw reached towards me and stroked my face.
For a long time, I couldn't remember anything else. But gradually, I've been regaining my memories. The one thing I always did know, was that was not the beginning. Because the beginning began in the way they always do, warm and bright, like a candle. A little memory, in a little thatched house,a small village called Godric's Hollow. With a twin brother, and a mother, and a father. Anything a boy my age would ever want. But all to soon, the candle went out. He came to us. Destroyed everything. The last words I remember are: 'please take me! Not them!'
What I didn't realise was that relic, just a small one, remained from that old beginning. From that warm, bright clear place that I hold in my heart so dearly.
After those beginnings, I got a chance of a new beginning. I was found in the woods taken in by what I always thought of as my parents, Alice and Frank. Then a devoted follower of the one who destroyed my warm, early life destroyed my second chance. She tortured my second parents, and took away what I have always thought of as my third and final beginning. I stayed with my 'grandmother' ever since.
I've always had trouble at school. Nothing big, I never got in trouble like the relic did, it was just the odd thing, like losing my toad, remembering to get to class, trying out the odd spell and that. But the relic and his friends were always there, looking out for me, helping me. I never once questioned that we were born one day apart, both had the same black and hair freckles. I never suspected a thing.
But all was revealed, just after the 2nd Wizarding War, when an investigation into relic's house (and little did I know, mine) at Godric's Hollow. The investigation would never have happended, if it wasn't for the relic. He was the very reason that they were there. No one ever would've known that I could've had anything to do with it.
the only reason they ever found out about me is that investigation. And the only reason that investigation ever happened is becasue of the relic. There's not a child in the wizarding world who doesn't know his name, they say.
Because the name that the relic, my relic, goes by now, is the boy who lived.