Dreadful
Chapter One: The Beginning
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters, they are owned by the almighty J.K. Rowling, and I have no intentions of earning any profit from what I hope to be a fantastic story :).
Godric's Hallow October 31st, 1981
Red eyes shined through the darkness.
They were looking, searching for the house, the address.
When he spotted it he chuckled and muttered under his breath, "Wormtail, you have done well."
He began to move towards the house, the Potters were fools to choose Wormtail of all people to be their secret keeper. He had the least backbone of all the people he knew! Another deep chuckle rose out from his throat. When he reached the door, he sent a killing curse at it. The door splintered then shook and finally it shattered like it was made of sand that blew away in the wind. His ears picked up movement to his right. He woke somebody up and they weren't in the master bedroom, but rather the living room. Somebody else was watching the boy tonight.
When they came into sight he bellowed with humor, "What do we have here? A squib watching the Potter boy?" There was a screech of surprise, then a whimper of fear at his sight. He laughed again. She opened her mouth to speak, but he cut her off with two words, "Avada Kedavra." She fell like the sack of potatoes she was. Another hearty chuckle at her ragdoll-like fall. He began to climb the stairs to the boy's room. His trusted spy Severus had informed him of the prophecy, something idiotic about some child "born as the seventh month dies" was going to kill him. He would prove that divination was a fallacy of a subject to make weak witches and wizards seem impressive. He came to two rooms. He looked left and right trying to figure which one would include a small child in it. Then he had an idea. "Sonorus", he spoke with his wand to his throat. He felt the magic surge into his vocal cords. Then he yelled.
"Where are you boy?" There was crying from his right. 'There you are' he thought. He canceled the flow of magic to his throat, and entered the room. What he saw surprised him. There were two boys in the room, twins, how delightful. He knew he would end up killing both in this circumstance, but which first? He examined both boys, one had hazel eyes and a mousy reddish-brown mop of hair with a delighted look in it's eye like all small children in the presence of new company. The other though, had brilliant glowing emerald eyes showing power with raven black hair, and an intelligent look in its eyes. This one was powerful, so very powerful. He would give this one the respect of dying first.
He rose his wonderfully pale yew wand, and spoke his two favorite words Avada Kedavra, he watched as the spell traveled through the air, and in the time it traveled, he noticed the similarities of the hues of the boy's eyes and the spell. The spell hit and he smiled, then scowled when the spell didn't dissipate as he expected it to, but instead pooled around the boy's forehead, he scowled. He had made a mistake. He could feel the tearing of his very being as his soul was ripped from the burnt crisp that was his body. He felt hands of magic touch his soul. They pulled, and took a piece of him out. He made a Horcrux by accident. His sixth Horcrux by accident.
The gravity of the situation hit him, and as he flew away he was already plotting how to use this to his advantage.While flying away he noticed two things. He noticed the appearance of two extremely worried Potters, and he noticed that the entire side of the house that the boys had been on collapsed, but left The Intelligent One untouched. The other boy had rubble over his crib.
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James and Lily Potter were at a Halloween party with Arabella watching their children when James felt a tingle in the wards. Somebody had entered the house without their permission. They navigated through the jungle of people cutting down any attempts at conversation like vine with a simple cutting curse. They reached the exit to the ministry, and prepared to floo to the Bagshot residence, because they had not connected their fireplace to the floo network. Why would they when it would defeat the purpose of going into hiding? If somebody could just speak the words 'Potter Residence' into the fireplace, and show up at their house they wouldn't be very hidden, would they? As soon as they reached the house they yelled a quick sorry for intruding, and that they were only passing through. When they exited the house, and saw their own, Lily began to weep hysterically.
They both took off in a run to the house. They noticed the splinters of wood all over the floor, and realized it had been blown down. Next they noticed the limp body of Abrella Figg, but none of it mattered as they raced to their children, The Potters were hoping, no praying that their children were alive and well no matter the odds against such a hope. Upon reaching the twins' room Lily screamed, and forgot about her magic as she pried hopelessly at the rubble over her beloved son. She screeched in mourning, "Jimmy! No, No, NO!" Just then there was crying from in front of her, and behind her. She heard James say Harry was fine, except upon further examination he had an oddly shaped scar on his forehead.
James turned not having look at the other side of the room yet, he yelled, "Wingardium Leviosa!" The rubble all flew off the crib at once to reveal a crying James Evan Potter or Jimmy as he family like to call him. Lily rushed forward and pick up her son quickly examining him, and finding a rune shaped scar on his right cheek. It was the rune for protection, shaped roughly like a shield with a shaded circle in the middle of the shield. It was only roughly shaped like the rune, but what other explanation could there be for him surviving?
Both the Potters looked at the burnt crisp in the middle of the room, and knew that Voldemort had been defeated, but by which son. They had known that one of their sons would defeat The Dark Lord, but the prophecy never specified which one would be the Destined One. They called for Dumbledore on their magic mirror, and he apparated directly to the front of their house.
Dumbledore's figure was imposing, and his posture was proud. The Dark Lord had been defeated. He was to declare which of the Potter boys had defeated Voldemort. Upon reaching the room he could sense very powerful magic. It was emanating from everywhere and nowhere at once, the main source was the burnt crisp in the middle of the room that he quickly realized was Voldemort's body. He examined both boys, and noticed the rubble.
He saw the two scars, and it became obvious that only one could have been produced from being impacted by the killing curse. The rune for protection was obviously the boy's magic's desperate attempt to save him. It noticed the threat of the curse, and cut his skin quickly to save him. Harry must have been hit by a jagged-edged rock, and it hit him on the head creating the oddly lightning shaped scar.
He spoke clearly with pride, "I believe young James here deserves a congratulations party for his accomplishment. The wizarding world truly owes your young boy a debt!"
The Potters began to call friends in The Order to let them know the good news. All the while Harry James Potter sat in his crib forgotten.
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Godric's Hallow July 31st 1988
"Mommy, Mommy! There are so many people here, I've gotten so many presents!", cried the small redhead.
"I know you have Jim, but we are going to have to split some of your presents between you and your brother.", sighed Lily.
"NOOOOOOOOOO! That's not fair, all these people want to give these presents to me not HIM!", The boy whined.
A tall black haired man walked by, "Honey," he said wrapping an arm around Lily's shoulder, "Let him keep them, Harry's gotten plenty from Remus and Sirius this year."
In the back of the party sitting under a tree, book behind his back, and thoughts streaming through his head. The green canopy above him providing shade to keep the sun out of his beautiful green eyes. He sat still as stone, but for the breeze flowing through his hair. He sat pondering upon his father's seeming negligence. The pranks Jimmy had pulled on his father being blamed on Harry.
He was startled out of his thoughts when his brother's whoop of joy had spooked a bird in the tree above him causing it to fly away. Unsurprisingly he lost his train of though. He decided he would read for a while try and pass time during this nightmare of a social gathering that was his birthday. He pulled his book Transfiguration Follies of the Nineteenth Century out from behind him, and began to read.He had read seven pages when he happened to look up and see Remus Lupin heading towards him. Deciding he was at a decent stopping point, he memorized his page number, and closed his book.
"Hey Harry! Happy birthday!" Remus called out.
"Yes, 'happy'." Harry replied.
"Oh come on it can't be that bad, you get to be curled up in the shade with no one bothering you with your nose in a book."
"If I wanted to be alone I'd be in the library alone. I came out here to see if there was anybody that would have an intelligent conversation with me about magical theory or any bloody thing but quidditch!"
"Harry I can talk with you about any topic you want."
"Yes, I know, but I was hoping for someone at least near my age. You know how many presents I've gotten this year? One from you, a card from Sirius, and two galleons from Mother and Father. My allowance is two galleons and it was due this month! Mother wanted to get me a gift this year, but when she was about to go get it father decided that Jimmy required another extra broom! I got one real gift and it was this very book from you!"
"I… I'm sorry Harry… I didn't realize that-."
"Of course you didn't nobody does. Ever." Harry said. Harry turned to see where Jimmy was opening his presents and saw him open a brand-new Nimbus 1700 and offer his best friend Ron Weasley his old broom so they could go fly. Harry hated Ron he was a complete dunderhead, all he talked about was quidditch, and his vocabulary was most closely compared to a donkey. Well, he had one thing to look forward to. Hogwarts School for Witchcraft and Wizardry, the most prestigious school for learning magic.
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AN: This is my first story ever, try not to be too harsh on me for my mistakes, I would like to write more of this story, if you like it favorite, and follow, or just leave a review!
In this story, there will be no smut. There will eventually be some very gruesome scenes, and there will be some time skips throughout the first year to only display the important parts. Most of the story will be like this, but less so after the first year, and hopefully even less towards the end. I hope to post again soon.
AN 2: I have edited this chapter a bit in hopes to make it easier to read, and have better dialogue with a bit of a better ending. I fixed quite a few mistakes that were mentioned on the fanfiction reddit post I put up to spread the word. Remember Review! It will make the story better!
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-KB