Disclaimer: Not mine.
Title: House of the Rising Sun
Genre: AU, fantasy, romance
Rating: PG-15. Harsh language, innuendo
Pairings: HPGW, HGRW, NTRL, JPLE, SBOC, DMOC
Summary: "Now listen, children, if you want to hear the story of The Boy Who Lived. Ready? Right, then: Only five years ago, on Halloween 1981, the Dark Lord fell at the hands of young Alexander Nigel Potter."
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"Take the boys and go, Lily!" James shoved the jar of Floo powder into his panicked wife's hands.
"No, James! Come with us!" The black haired man paused for a second then shook his head.
"I'll buy you some time. Get them out of here; hide them, give them my love." He gave her a swift, bruising kiss. Lily, sobbing, nodded her head and turned to lift her boys out of their playpen. As she crossed the room, the whole house shook under the onslaught; the young woman tripped and fell. James ran to her, turning her still body onto her back. "Lily, wake up!" She didn't respond, and he noticed a smear of blood on her face from where she had cracked her head on the coffee table. He heard the front door fly open, Vodemort had breached their last defenses. Hugging his unconscious wife's head to his chest, he bowed his head and waited, for there was little else he could think to do.
"How touching." A cold, terrible voice drawled from the doorway. James lifted his face to see the tall form of hist most loathed enemy. After Peter, of course. "So tell me, Potter. Which do you think it is that is intended to be my downfall?" It felt as though ice was floating in his veins, making his heart stutter and skip, clenching around his lungs and throat. Fear. Utter, primal fear short-circuited his brain. Fear for his wife, his mate, his love, his cherished one, fear for his children, his boys, his twin terrors, his Prongs Juniors. Laying Lily's head carefuly on the thick carpet, he forced his legs to bear his weight and stood before the Dark Lord. "Stand aside and I shal spare your life." James clenched his jaw and stood his ground. Voldemort's eyes narrowed in annoyance, and he stunned his oponnent. He really couldn't be arsed to kill him right now; apparently the child might prove difficult to dispose of; it would be prudent to conserve his strength. He glided across the room to peer into the device entrapping the children. Two sets of eyes peered back at him.
If he hadn't known differently, he wouldn't think the boys to be related. The larger of the two, a chubby little boy, had red hair, brown eyes, and freckled skin. The more slender child posessed a crop of wild black hair, pale unmarked skin, and brilliant green eyes. The red-head was sucking in air, on the verge of a wail; the other simply stared. For a moment, Voldemort alowed himself to wonder which of these children might have otherwise grown to oppose him.
Best to dispose of them both, and the parents after.
"Avada Kedavra!" As the green light flashed from his wand, Voldemort gave a twisted smile. With a loud crack, the spell rebounded, and a terrible keen rent the air and what was left of his soul was forced from his body. The body of Tom Marvolo Riddle disinegrated, the release of much of his raw magic shaking the entire house as his consciousness was shot thousands of miles away. Debris falling from the ceiling created a deep gash on the redheaded boy's chest, and the child screamed even harder.
When Albus Dumbledore reached the scene, he found Sirius Black and Remus Lupin racing into the house just ahead of him. The usually carefree men's faces were panicked as they hurriedly picked through the remains of the house, calling for their friends. As Sirius uncovered James and Lily's still forms, Remus was pulling baby Alex out from under the thankfully light wreckage in his area of the room, wiping the dust from the child's face, noting the tear tracks where the dust had become glued to Alex's cheeks. The babe was breathing noisily. Remus deposited the sleeping child in the Headmaster's arms, and turned back. Sirius was looking at the cut on Lily's head and exclaimed when she started to come around. He ennervated James and turned back to trying to heal the rather nasty wound Lily's had somehow received. His friends were groggily opening their eyes when Remus's frantic voice cut through his relief.
"Sirius! I can't find Harry anywhere!"
They turned the remains inside out searching for the missing child, then again when the aurors finally showed their faces.
Harry Potter had disappeared without a trace.
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Okay, short chapter. Was really just a teaser.
Please review, and I'm looking for a beta!