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31st October 1981, Godric's Hallow
The end of October bought the cold and change in the climate. The Halloween night was cold and the few people on the streets were tightening their coats around themselves to keep out the cold. But it was quite unnatural to see that one man was not bothered by the cold, and he was also wearing… a Cloak. The man seemed to be out of place, he looked to be full of confidence, and his walk was graceful and determined. His body was slender and face was beautiful, but his eyes made him repulsive, they were filled with cruelty, and disgust. Like people in his surrounding were beneath him, it seemed as if the man was controlling himself from lashing out at people, but the man was on an important mission, a mission if successful would mean that he would be unbeatable forever. So his was holding himself back from killing these Muggles. No, the mission was too important to be distracted by this filth. He could always kill them later.
Lord Voldemort smiled, yes, this would be the final hurdle in his way, after today he would rule this world. People would bow to him, they would be his slaves, like a dog on a leash. He would kill the Potters today, He greatest enemy would die along with his blood-traitor father and Mudblood mother, and they wouldn't escape today. Three times they had escaped death, no, this time they would die, and his smile grew and turned in to a grin. He had carefully planned everything for this day, he had waited six months to execute his plan. He had the known the Potters hideout all-along and he had wanted them to feel safe under the Fidelius charm. It was good to have spies, spies who were secret-keepers of your enemies. The prophecy was not so bad he mused, it had given him easy way to secure his future as the lord of Britain and whole of Europe. If killing a child would secure his future then he was all for it. At last he reached his destination, he slowly took out his wand and cast Anti-apparition and Anti-portkey wards around the area, his spy had informed him that there was no fireplace in the Potters home, so he was not worried about them escaping through floo network.
After casting necessary spells around the area of the house and on himself, he took out his knife and cut his palm and let blood flow to the ground, and he started chanting in Latin. It took him few minutes to finish the ritual which would further increase his chance at immortality, he waved his wand over the cut on his palm and healed it. Finally he was ready, and he started walking towards the house which was invisible to everyone except him, he opened the gate and moved towards the front door. In his over-confidence he missed an alarm ward which he triggered when he passed the gate.
Lord Voldemort was troubled, he didn't know whether to knock on the door or simply blast it, he decided that opening a door and finding him would cause them heart attack and there was simply no fun in it, he wanted to kill them, so he directed his wand at the door and thought 'Reducto'.
Headmaster's Office, Hogwarts
Albus Dumbledore was preparing a letter to the Minister of Magic in order to persuade her to allow the law to check the forearms of all the ministry worker for Dark Mark to be introduced, he knew this to be futile, but he was hopeful that Millicent Bagnold would see reason, she had recently taken up the position, so she was careful to pass laws which would insult the purebloods on the wizengamot. She would be thrown out of her office if she introduced laws which would hinder the purebloods as they made sixty percent of the wizengamot. But he had to try to at least put this law in for voting. But the death eaters in the ministry would not allow such law to been introduced let alone passed, nowadays they were everywhere, they didn't hide in the shadows anymore and they were slowly gaining upper hand in the war. Lord Voldemort had been relentless these last few years, attacking the houses of muggles and muggleborns, torturing and killing them. His name was feared by people and rightfully so, Voldemort name had become a taboo, people were getting killed for uttering his name, but he was helpless, the ministry was too corrupt to fight against the death eaters effectively. The participation of Voldemort in the attacks had significantly reduced these past few months, Dumbledore knew the reason behind it, The Prophecy, he cursed himself for being too careless that day, if he had just taken few precaution while interviewing Sybil Trelawney he's favourite students needn't have gone in to hiding. But at least they were safe, Fidelius charm would make sure of that. Sirius and Augusta would rather die than disclose the location of their friends and family, He thanked heavens that James and Lily hadn't chosen Peter Pettigrew as their secret-keeper. He had insisted to know the Potter's secret-keeper and they had informed him that it was Sirius Black. He sighed, Peter Pettigrew was a death eater, and it had been huge shock to him that some like Peter would join a group which wanted his friends dead. But he let him play the role of spy, it was better to have known ones than the unknown ones. He knew Peter was not sent here to spy about the Order, no, he was here purely to keep an eye on Potters and Longbottoms. But he's time as a spy was coming to an end, it was too risky to keep him in the Order of the Phoenix, and also he had a new spy among the death eaters. So he had a new source of information about death eaters and he was sick of using Legilimency on Peter. He shook his head to clear his mind from such thoughts and continued with his letter, it was complete with few more sentences and he closed the letter and wrote the address on it. "Tipsy" he called, few seconds later there was a whistling sound and a small creature about two and half feet in size stood in a place which was empty two seconds early. The creature bowed low and asked in an excited tone "what does headmaster Dumbles sir need from Tipsy?"
Dumbledore chuckled, house elfs could never pronounce his name correctly and their excitement filled his heart with happiness. "I want you send this letter using a school owl." Said Dumbledore.
"Tipsy will send the headmaster Dumbles's letter sir!" said Tipsy, and extended her hand, Dumbledore quickly passed her the letter. She took the offered letter and with snap of her fingers vanished from the place.
Dumbledore would never understand how these creatures were full of energy and excitement, when just few hours ago they had provided feast to the whole school. Their treatment by some wizards always made him sad. 'Just one more thing wrong with the Wizarding World.' thought Dumbledore.
He worked a few more minutes and was about to call it a day when suddenly one of his instrument lit up and an alarm sounded throughout his office. Dumbledore was shocked for few movements, the implication of such alarm was unthinkable. Voldemort had found the location of either Potters or Longbottoms. He quickly recovered and went to check the instrument, after few seconds of work he knew that Potters home was breached, he's face paled. This was not possible. Sirius Black couldn't betray the Potters. He quickly drew his wand and sent a Patronus message to Minerva McGonagall, Deputy Headmistress of Hogwarts. He looked for his Phoenix friend 'Fawkes', but he was nowhere to be seen. Instead of waiting for his companion, he started walking towards the Gates of Hogwarts in order to apparate to The Potter's Cottage. He took long strides and quickly reached entrance hall, all the while sending messages to Hagrid, head of DMLE Barty Crouch, and his Order members. He reached the gates in no time and quickly pictured Potter's cottage in his mind, and with a swish of his cloak he was gone.
The Potter's Cottage
Lily Potter was truly happy. She looked towards the living room from the kitchen and found four happy faces, she wished not for the first time that they could do this every day. Harry had been so happy playing with Neville, her Godson. She knew her son was bored playing with her, children were always bored while playing with their parents. But James had decided to put an end such thoughts and told her "he loves you too much to get bored. For god's sake Lily, he apparated in to your arms when Peter was playing with him. He isn't bored by you, Lily flower. If anything, he loves playing with you." She knew her husband was right, but her son needed to play with other children his age, it was criminal to keep him away from others. They had no contact with others for three months now. Peter had been the last one to visit them, until today. Today her son had a playmate in her godson and their smile had filled her heart with love. Today had been a great day she concluded. While she was thinking about today's events someone entered the kitchen and put their arms around her and asked "What is going through that beautiful head of yours?" Lily smiled, turning around she faced her husband and gave peck on his cheek and said "Nothing important, just thinking how happy Harry and Neville were while playing together."
James Potter sighed, 'Lily worries too much.' he thought. This was not new to him, she worried about Harry, not just because of the Prophecy, but also due to the marriage contract which had been triggered when his son was born. The contract was the reason for the four guests to be present. It was burdening Lily to think that her son would have no choice in choosing his life partner, even though it was long time away. She just couldn't comprehend it. At first, she was outraged, then after few months she was mad at James's ancestor who agreed to the marriage contract. After they went in to hiding, she was feeling guilty which in James opinion was stupid, but he couldn't make her understand, and that is why he had invited the Longbottoms to their home. No one knew about this arrangement, not even Dumbledore. This was an unplanned visit, and one James didn't want to waste. They still hadn't spoken to Augusta Longbottom about the contract, she knew that it existed and that Lily needed her help. He knew that, it was going to be difficult for his wife. 'Let's get this over with' thought James.
"Come on. They are waiting for you." Said James in soft voice.
Lily looked at living room once again and said "Yes, let's go."
James and Lily quickly walked in to their living room. James went over to the table where the wireless was playing Weird sister's song, and turned it off. While Lily went over to Alice and asked "Is he still asleep?"
Alice looked at the bundle in her arms and said "Yes, he's been sleeping for over half an hour."
"Pass him over" said Lily, and held out her arms.
Alice quickly passed her son, Neville, in to his Godmother's waiting arms. Lily took Neville and cuddled him. She sat on the couch opposite Alice. She pushed small tuft of brown hair from his face and planted a soft kiss on his forehead, and held him in her arms.
"Augusta, We wanted to talk to you about something that is bothering Lily" said James, and walked over to Lily and took a seat beside her.
Augusta Longbottom looked away from the interaction between Lily and her grandson, and looked over to James. Sometimes she forgot that the person sitting in front of her was James, and not Charles, James father. The similarity between father-son was unbelievable. She could see that both James and Lily were nervous, she had an idea about what was troubling Lily. James had his whole life to come to terms with it, the marriage contract had been present for five generations. It had never been triggered.
"Yes, about the contract," said Augusta gently and looked at Lily, "Lily, I understand why you would be worried about this, to you marriage contracts may seem barbaric and ancient. In muggle world this may have ended long time ago, but in Wizarding world they still takes place. They are quiet common in old families. It is not something that you should dwell on too much. Harry will be fine."
Lily had heard them said before, she knew it was true, but she couldn't just let it go, it was her son they were talking about.
"But he will never have a choice! He will be in a loveless marriage, his in-laws will make sure of that." Said Lily bitterly.
"What are you talking about, Lily?" said Frank, who up until now was listening quietly to the conversation.
"James told me about them, they are supposedly, neutral in the war. But I have heard that they're dark and Voldemort sympathizers. Dedalus Diggle was particularly against them, Albus didn't say anything useful. Sirius said that his family conducted business with them. Knowing that, how can I not worry about this?" explained Lily agitated.
Frank looked confused, he didn't understand what Lily was trying to explain. He knew about the contract, of course, but Alice and he didn't know to whom the Potters were contracted to, he wanted to ask Lily that question, but his wife beat him to it.
"Who is Harry contracted to?" asked Alice,
"Greengrass" supplied James.
Frank looked surprised, he looked from James to Lily, and he turned and glanced at his mother. She gave him a smile. Frank again faced Lily, her face was filled with sorrow and fear. Frank suddenly roared with laughter, he fell on to the floor holding his sides, he couldn't control the laughter. Lily appeared confused regarding Frank's laughter, James and Alice also looked lost.
"Does it seem like a laughing matter to you?" snapped Lily finally. Her face was turning to match her hair. Alice who recognized that Lily's temper was about to be unleashed, quickly slapped Frank behind his head.
"Stop laughing! Lily is worried, and you are making her mad." Ordered Alice.
"It is very−very−funny, 'Greengrass family are dark and Voldemort sympathizers.'" Said Frank, still chuckling.
"They support Voldemort as much as you support Mundungus's behaviour, Lily. You can't find a family who are more loving then Greengrasses, it is true, of course, that they are a neutral family. They have been neutral for many generations, they stayed out of war during Grindelwald's time. They love their family, Lily, for them, Family comes first and their moral standing next. If it was their family, which you were wary of, then there is no need to be fearful. They are a great family," explained Frank, sobering up. He looked at Lily and jerked his head towards James and said, "You're husband was right about them."
"But what about Daphne's parents?" asked Lily, "Are they neutral like their ancestors, or do they sympathize with purebloods?"
"Lily, I know Cyrus Greengrass, he was my senior by five years. I've met him, he doesn't support pureblood supremacy, but that won't mean that he will fight against it," replied Frank, trying to soothe Lily's worries.
"And Margaret is also quiet level headed, she is kind and loving person. I have met her in political gatherings. And she doesn't support Voldemort, it is not good for their Business." Added Augusta.
Lily sighed, and nodded her head, she still wasn't completely convinced, and it was just speculation. She needed to meet them, in order to make a final decision. But for now, she was slightly relieved to hear that Greengrasses were not bad.
"Thank you, for helping us to set aside our worries. At least for now," thanked Lily genuinely.
"Don't worry about it," said Augusta, "I can comprehend your doubts about this contract and regarding the Greengrass family."
"How did the contract activate anyway?" asked Frank eagerly.
"Well, the contract was between first−born Male of the Potter family and the first−born female of the Greengrass family. But for five generations this condition was not met, either Greengrass family had a boy as their first−born or Potter had girl has their first−born. Harry and Daphne are first−borns in their respective families, so the contract's conditions were satisfied and it activated." Answered James.
"Well, Lily, if Daphne turns out like her mother, then I don't think Harry will be too unhappy with the arrangement" said Alice.
Lily smiled at Alice, she understood her. Margaret was very beautiful, 'yes, Harry will not be too unhappy.' Thought Lily.
"Well, James, we should get going," said Frank getting up from the couch, "It is already late."
Alice looked over towards the clock hanging on the wall behind her, "yes, it is late," said Alice, she too got up, Augusta followed.
"You could stay" said Lily hopefully.
"No, Lily, we cannot stay. Maybe some other time. Let me take Neville" Smiled Alice.
She was about to take Neville, when suddenly 'BOOM!' the Cottage shook due to the blast.
All of them were shocked by the noise, they turned towards the front door, and saw that it was blown off its hinges. Frank, Alice and Augusta quickly drew their wands, and pointed it at the front door. Knowing he was covered James quickly jumped towards the table kept at corner of the room, He scrambled to his knees and opened a drawer. He was searching very rapidly through it, finally he found what he was looking for. Wands. He stood on his feet and turned around towards door. What he saw, almost made his knees buckle. To his absolute horror there on the front door was, Lord Voldemort.
Voldemort held his wand, pointing it towards his enemies. He was shocked to find five people instead of two, he hid his surprise. He looked at them, slowly he identified them.
"Well, well, well," chuckled Voldemort, his eyes suddenly filled with joy and excitement, "I come to kill one family, and here I find two, Today turned just better."
The Potters and Longbottoms just stood there, their faces pale, and their hands shaking with fear. Lily Potter recovered first, she quickly went behind the Longbottoms, holding Neville in her arms. She needed to protect the children, but stairs were blocked by Voldemort so she couldn't reach her son.
"Stupefy" shouted Frank, pointing his wand towards Voldemort, the red light shot out of his wand and at Voldemort.
Voldemort easily deflected the spell with a lazy flick of his wand, "So eager to die. You'll die tonight Longbottom, there is no hurry," mocked the Dark Lord smirking, "Now, where are my Vanquishers?" continued Voldemort, pretending to crane his neck to see past the Longbottoms.
Alice Longbottom's knees buckled, but she held on to Frank for support, the implication was not lost on any one of them,
"You won't be meeting them today, Voldy" said James, joining others and passed a wand to Lily, who took it with her left hand, while holding on to her godson.
The smirk was wiped off the Dark Lord's face, and it was replaced by rage, his eyes lost its mirth and it was now filled with fury, a magical ripple passed through the house as Voldemort let loose his power.
"You dare insult me blood−traitor," roared Voldemort, "I shall end your families, and purify the wizarding world from such filth. There will be no more blood−traitors, Mud−bloods and other half−breeds. And I will achieve it, by walking over your corpses. I will kill your children, I'll cut them in to little pieces, and feed them to Thestrals," shouted Voldemort in pure rage, magic was sparkling around him. He had lost all playfulness, now, he stood as the greatest Dark Lord the world has ever seen.
Already afraid, this side of Voldemort gripped everyone with absolute horror. Few moments ago people who were ready to fight him, couldn't move, they couldn't breadth. But something in Lily snapped, hearing him talk about her children like that erased all fear she had, his words made her determined to protect her children at any cost.
"Lacero, Diffindo, Expulso" shouted Lily in quick succession, with accurate wand movements. From behind Alice. Her wand pointing to Voldemort from in between Alice and Frank.
A look of surprise came upon the Dark Lord. He never expected the Mud−blood to use such harmful spells, that too in a chain. But he quickly cast a strong Shielding spell in front of him. His shield held against the barrage of spells.
"Incendio" cast James, a burst of flame left his wand.
Voldemort quickly removed his shield and cast "Aguamenti", and started firing a spells in quick session. The Longbottoms joined the fight, Lily passed Neville to Alice and took her place, Lily and Frank cast shielding spells around them while James and Augusta were on the offensive.
Voldemort's excitement was increasing with each passing minutes, the battle was bringing forth his lust for blood. He eyes were bright red, glowing with raw power. 'Finally, a worthy battle' thought Voldemort, and sent another chain of spells towards his enemies.
Albus Dumbledore felt like his had just been punched by a giant, he landed on his back, he got up from his position and looked around his surroundings. His was in Godric's Hallow, that much was clear to him, he had seen enough of this place in his childhood to identify it. But he was far away from the Potter's Cottage. 'Anti−Apparition wards' thought Dumbledore. The wards had thrown him away several hundred yards. He started walking towards the Cottage in long strides. He hoped that the Aurors and his order members would come quickly. He needed to remove the wards around the area for them to apparate.
He reached the area and took his wands and started removing the wards. 'This won't be easy,' thought Dumbledore, his one try failed. 'Or quick' he added.
The battle seemed even, but the people fighting knew that Voldemort was slowly gaining the edge. He matched four people on both attack and defence, his shield was able to absorb all the spells sent by James and Augusta. This was going on longer than Voldemort had predicted, he needed to finish this and kill his so called 'Vanquishers' before anyone else showed up. He saw his opponents and formed a plan.
Augusta was on the verge of exhaustion, she was too old to fight a battle, and her magical reserves were almost over. She needed to make sure that Alice took her place while she held Neville. Yes, it was needed to keep Voldemort at bay, she couldn't hold on any longer. She was slowly retreating towards her daughter-in-law while sending low powered spells towards her foe. But James Potter didn't feel any exhaustion, not even close. James was feeling his magic pulsating, he was no Dumbledore, but he was powerful enough. He sent a stunner towards Voldemort, pouring much of his power in his spell. Red stream came out of his wand heading towards Voldemort. The Dark Lord's Shield was holding against Longbottom's patriarch, but the stunner sent by Lord Potter struck at very high power, the impact sent magical energy throughout house, and more importantly, Voldemort's shield broke. Seeing the opening James sent another spell, this time a severing charm, 'Diffindo' thought James. The spell struck Voldemort on the shoulder.
Voldemort screamed, his chain of spells still hadn't broken the shields cast by Lily and Frank. He was surprised and angry, when James Potter's spell broke his shield. By the time he could create another shield, another spell had struck and cut his shoulder. This was a great insult, a blood-traitor had drawn the first-blood. The rage that filled the Dark Lord shook the house to its foundations. Voldemort lost all sense, he needed to kill the child in the arms of Alice Longbottom to teach these blood-traitors a lesson, and he would find the other child after killing the Longbottom Heir. He stopped using lightly powered spells, no, his enemies needed to experience real power.
He directed his magic towards his wand and cast a chain of high powered spells at his enemies. 'Expulso, Diffindo, Reducto, Reducto, Reducto', the first three spells struck the shield and they were absorbed, but they had damaged the shield, the next spell, destroyed the shield, and blasted the casters away. The impact sent Frank flying towards the wall, with a crunching sound Frank hit the wall. A snap was heard at the impact, sound of breaking bones. With a 'thud' Frank fell on the floor. Losing consciousness.
Lily Potter was lucky, she went flying straight through the kitchen door and fell on the kitchen floor. The impact was like falling from a compound wall of great height. She was injured, very severely, but she was conscious, wand in her hand. But Voldemort didn't know that. To him two of his opponents were out of the picture.
James Potter was stunned, he had just seen Voldemort blasting his wife and friend without breaking a sweat. He tried to cast a shield to hold the last spell at bay, but it too late. The last spell struck James on his chest, the force of spell sent him flying through the air, and he hit the wall with a sickening crunch. Losing consciousness immediately.
Voldemort turned to Augusta, he didn't play this time. He quickly sent six spells at her. 'Reducto, Impendimenta, Diffindo, Expelliarmus, Stupefy, incarcerous.'
Augusta Longbottom knew she had no chance, she had just seen him take out three powerful adults in a single chain. He had deflected her low powered spells as if they were nothing, while fighting the other three. She just cast a 'Protego' in front of her and waited. The first two spell were absorbed, the impact caused her shield to fall, and the next four spells struck her on the chest. In few seconds Augusta Longbottom was sliced, disarmed, stunned and was wrapped in tight ropes.
"Give me the child, you silly girl." Said Voldemort, seeing Alice Longbottom pointing her wand at him, and he knew she wouldn't cast any spells. She was too scared to fight and fear for her son's life was causing her hands to tremble.
"Please, have mercy. He is just a child. We will leave this country, just let us live. Don't harm my son" begged Alice, tears rolling down her cheeks. Her eyes red. Holding on to her crying child for dear life.
Voldemort laughed. This was too amusing, he was about reply when he felt someone trying to breakdown his wards. This was not possible, no one was supposed to visit the Potters. He extended his magical senses to determine who was attempting to enter the Potter household. He didn't like the answer he got to that question. Albus Bloody Dumbledore had meddled in his plans. Again. He needed more time complete his ritual. He needed more time to create his sixth Horcrux. He needed to take the child with him. He couldn't waste any time now, he couldn't find the Potter child, but it was too risky. Time was not on his side. He lifted his wand and disarmed Alice without any resistance, and summoned the Longbottom Heir. He caught the child and fired a stunner at Alice.
Alice was about to scream when the stunner struck. And drifted into unconsciousness.
Voldemort turned and walked out of the house. Mission Accomplished, at least partially.
Lily Potter groaned, her legs hurt, her hands hurt. Her whole body hurt. She tried to sit-up, but pain was too much. She lifted her hands and saw them covered in blood. She looked at her body, it was also covered in blood. She had her wand. 'Why am I covered in blood?' thought Lily. After few seconds everything hit her. Voldemort. Her blood ran cold. Her children. She needed to protect them. She sat-up ignoring the pain. Her children needed her. She hissed standing up. She felt like being tortured, she dragged herself towards the living room. Limping. She quickly reached the room, she saw Voldemort leaving holding something. She quickly searched her surrounding and saw her husband and others. But she didn't see Neville. Her heart started beating faster, her mind conjuring horrible possibilities. She went over to Alice, who had held on to her Godson.
"Rennervate"
Alice jumped, "Neville! Where is my son? Where is he?" shouted Alice, looking around frantically.
"Calm down, Alice, what happened? Where is Neville?" said Lily, holding Alice's shoulder and looking her in the eye.
"He took him, he took my son!" cried Alice, "I couldn't protect him, I failed him."
Blood-drained from Lily, the horror of her Godson being taken was last draw for her. She quickly stood up and ran out of the house, trying to catch up with the murderer. Leaving hopelessly lost Alice behind.
'Yes, finally' thought Dumbledore, he had just cast his own Anti-apparition ward around the area. He didn't want Voldemort to escape. He waved his wand few more times and removed the wards. 'It was not so difficult after all' he mused. He walked towards the Potter Cottage. He saw something which made his blood boil. Voldemort was walking out of the house carrying a bundle. He needed to stop him from taking Harry.
He pointed his wand at Voldemort and cast a cutting curse at Voldemort's wand hand. The curse hit its mark and cut-off Voldemort right hand, taking his wand with it.
Voldemort howled in agony. He looked towards his hand, and to his horror saw there was no hand. His wand was gone. He frantically looked around and saw his greatest foe. Albus Dumbledore. He experienced something he never wanted to experience again. Fear. Fear gripped Voldemort, he was as Powerful as Dumbledore or even more, but not without his wand. He cursed himself. This was not happening. Today was to be his greatest day, but it was slowly turning in to a nightmare. The darkness of night had hidden Dumbledore. He needed to escape, but he couldn't apparate. He face paled. He needed a plan to escape, he saw the bundle in his hand. He smirked, even though it was filled with nervousness. Dumbledore always sacrificed people for greater good, he didn't know if the child fit the bill or not.
It was his only option. He quickly shifted the bundle in to his severed hand, and quickly withdrew his cursed blade. And held it at the child face.
Albus approached Voldemort with his wand directed, "Hand over the child, Tom," said Dumbledore, "There is no escape route, you made a mistake coming here. You are finished, my boy."
"I don't think so, you old coot," replied Voldemort, "I will escape, you will help or I'll kill this child. The Longbottoms won't be too forgiving," said Voldemort, pressing the blade on the child's forehead and made a cut, in the form of 'V'. The child screamed, its crying would have melt anyone's heart, but it gave Voldemort a sadistic pleasure.
Dumbledore's face paled, '…and the Dark Lord shall mark him as his equal…' the prophecy was in motion. The defeater of Grindelwald was lost, he hadn't been able to stop the prophecy from taking its course. He needed to keep the child safe.
He was about to answer when several pops where heard, and suddenly several dozen Aurors apparated behind Dumbledore, along with Order members. They quickly pointed their wands at the Dark Lord.
Voldemort cursed his bad luck, he should have bought his followers along with him. He had been too arrogant. He sighed, if he escaped today, he would not make this mistake again.
"I'll kill the child you filth." Shouted Voldemort, he needed to escape, he didn't have the luxury to die, he couldn't die, of course, but he had created the fear and havoc around the wizarding world. He couldn't let it go waste.
Lily came out of the gate and saw to her relief, Voldemort facing Dumbledore with many Aurors.
"I'll kill the child you filth."
Something snapped in her, again. This energy, something only a mother could have filled her up again. She poured all her energy and cast a cutting curse at Voldemort's chest. His back was facing her. The curse didn't have any colour, only the effect of the spell could be seen.
A rat was watching everything. He saw how his master was confronted by so many wizards. He was scared, if people knew that he was responsible for what happened here than, both Dark and Light sides would be out for his blood. He needed to run. He was about to disappear, when he saw Lily come out of her house. She looked relieved after she saw that Voldemort was cornered.
"I'll kill the child you filth."
He saw Lily Potter's demeanour changing, she lifted her wand and cast a spell. He didn't see anything, but he heard a scream which was filled with agony. He knew that the spell had struck. He turned towards his master and to his horror saw. A blinding light which had engulfed his Lord, after few seconds, it exploded. The blast had sent all the Aurors to the ground, but Dumbledore had stayed on his feet.
There levitating in the air was the bundle, which held a child. The cry of the child indicated that it was alive.
The rat quickly transformed in to an ugly looking man. Peter Pettigrew took his wand and cast a Body-bind spell towards the unsuspecting Lily Potter. The spell stunned Lily. Peter quickly ran over to her.
"I cannot let it be known, that it was you who defeated my Lord. If my lord finds out that it was you, than he will kill me. He doesn't know now, and it'll remain as such. To him it is Neville who did it. I can survive with that. But not you. When he comes back, I'll beg his forgiveness, and he'll let me live. I'm too valuable to kill for his mistake." Said Peter rapidly, his wand pointing at Lily.
Lily's eyes were wide, she couldn't stop him. She knew what he was about to do. She didn't have enough power to break the body-bind. She had to remember, otherwise her Godson would be targeted.
"Forgive me, Lily," said Peter, "Obliviate."
Dumbledore was astonished by the events that had taken place. Voldemort had suddenly burst out, as if he were a bomb. He looked towards the Bundle in the air. He ran towards the child and took him in his arms. The baby was crying in agony and turning around in its blanket. He cast a healing charm on the mark created by the blade. The blood was cleared and the cut healed itself, but the scar remained. It looked like an alphabet 'V', but not exactly accurate. He realised that he now held the child of prophecy. He turned around towards the Aurors, he quickly found Barty Crouch Sr looking at the child in his arms with fear and hope. Dumbledore looked at the crowd and said,
"I give you, Neville Longbottom, The child of Prophecy, The Boy who Lived."
Not knowing that Lily Potter had killed the Dark Lord, Not knowing that he had thrown a child in to the game of Life and Death.
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