Brothers until Death
Prologue
The gate swung open on rusty hinges, as he walked towards the window, black robe swirling in the wind. A quick glance through the window brought a chuckle to his lips. There they were, the mother laughing at some joke of the fathers, the baby playing with a toy broomstick, flying around the room gracefully. Talented really, just like his parents. Shame they would be dead within the hour.
Fools, trusting the rat. That one never would have had the courage to stand up to them. How he was a Gryffindor, the robed figure would never know. Oh well, time to act.
A simple unlocking charm took care of the door. Foolish, yet again. Regardless, the robed figure blew the door off its hinges. He had appearances to keep up after all. Stepping through the doorway with a cold laugh, he began to lift his wand-
"EXPELLIARMUS!"
The Dark Lord Voldemort felt his wand, his yew and phoenix feather wand he loved so dearly, fly from his grip. He barely had time to take in those wretched blue robes, pointy nose, and half-moon spectacles before he heard two more shouts:
"Impedimenta!"
"Incarcerous!"
The black robed figure quickly found himself on the ground, bound by ropes. "Evening Tom, kind of you to drop in," Albus Dumbledore, the old fool had managed to best him. Furious at himself for his arrogance in not being more careful, the dark lord merely sneered. He was quickly rewarded with a broken nose, as a heavy boot collided with his face forcefully.
"Oops, tripped a bit there, luckily your face broke my fall, very kind of you." A man with long curly dark hair, a fine trimmed mustache, and black eyes looked down on him. Well-built, and richly dressed, this could only be Black. Having never seen him before, Voldemort quickly had his suspicions confirmed; "Easy Sirius, save some for me." James Potter, tall and lanky, albeit well-muscled, with short brown hair and round glasses, came strolling out from the hallway, shedding an invisibility cloak. Bloody Aurors, Potter had taken down a respectable number of his death eaters.
"Well Albus, you were right, the illusion worked like a charm" Black was as annoying as Potter. They would all die. "Peter, you want to come say hi, maybe give him a quick kick in the nuts or something? Actually bring the marker, I've got some ideas."
The stupid little rat came skulking around the corner. Oh, he would die a most painful death, the dark lord vowed to himself.
"No Sirius, do not draw on his face," Dumbledore was saying, although James noticed the twinkle in his eye that suggested he wasn't entirely against the idea. "Ah Alastor, no issues then I trust?"
Alastor "Mad-Eye" Moody came hobbling into the house, looking all too pleased with himself, and merely nodded at Dumbledore. Floating behind the deformed old auror was Bellatrix Lestrange, Voldemort's lieutenant. Next came the werewolf, tall and skinny, with long sandy hair. Despite this, everyone knew his raw strength couldn't be matched by any in the room, due to his affliction.
"Frank and Alice took Neville to Hogwarts to be with Lily and Harry, Albus," Lupin was saying "Hope you don't mind. The illusion worked just as well there as it looks like it did here."
"Aye, took this crazy bitch down myself, and I've never seen a more creative use of a piano and a summoning charm Remus, Rodolphus is dead. One got away, I'll track him down later" Moody reported.
"Excellent work everyone," Dumbledore met the eyes of everyone in the room, finishing with the dark lord himself, "now let's finish this, Moody if you could contact the aurors, maybe Kingsley and Robards? I'll go see the minister myself."
The last thing Lord Voldemort saw before Potter hit him with a stupefy, was Black chuckling like a gargoyle "well that was fun and all, but I'd rather not do it again. Put him somewhere deep and dark Mad-eye."