Hi everyone, this is my first English fanfiction. I am not the fabulous author of this magnificent text; I'm only the one who translates it. Basically it's a French one and English is not my native tongue, so it might have grammatical errors in the text, I'm sorry for that.
Vlad Kemenov or the revenge of the Potter.
Chapter 1: The last time...
Godric Hollow - October 1981
The emeralds pupils of the young boy were stuck on the mass prostrate on the ground. Around him, the dust was slowly falling down after the walls had partially collapsed. There were wood splinters everywhere after the furniture exploded. Everywhere excepted on the bed and on the person on the ground. The kid's bed and the woman were the only thing that weren't covered by the remains of the room.
Despite the ruins and the late hour, strange luminescent bubbles of energy were flying in the room and made the red hair of the woman shine. The pallor of her face contrasted with the fire of her hair.
-Ma...
The child's babbling echoing in the funeral silence. He held his little chubby hands to the bars and clung to it, his eyes still fixed on his lifeless mother's body.
-Ma!
He called her another time, sitting up as much as he could, his balance uncertain, and then, he called her again and again and again, his tone increasingly anxious.
-Mama...
The small voice of the little boy ended with lightweight tremolos, while tears filled up his eyes. He rubbed his nose, sniffing, and begged his mother again and then, his little child mind understood. She was sleeping too thigh to hear him, she would never heard him again. As his granma, she was gone to another place.
Sitting alone in his little crib, he started crying silently, the emerald of his eyes fixing the fire of her now extinguished hair.
Slowly, the little bulb of energy disappeared, plunging the place in an agonizing darkness of circumstances, death comes to befall a family.
The child didn't said anything, silently crying. He didn't made a sound, even when a roar of pain sounds in the street and a black haired men yelled his suffering before going screaming to revenge... Not even when the door got smashed by a Giant followed by an old white man... he felt himself lifted and he closed his eyes, exhausted by his tears.
It was the last time Harry James Potter cried.
So this is the first chapter, hope you liked it!J