Threat of toys revealed
By Luna Lovegood
Many have speculated about the first fall of He-who-must-not-be-named. Is always seemed like the most profound mystery ever. What baby could survive such a wicked curse as the Avada Kedavra? None before had managed it.
The supreme mugwump, Albus Dumbledore, had once been heard proclaiming that it was a mothers love that had saved the blessed child. Certainly this seemed more likely than a mispronunciation by He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. It is disputed, however, by the fact that many mothers before have sacrificed their lives to protect their offspring. Nor did Lilly Potter-Evans have an knowledge of runes or obscure branches of magic.
It was only recently, over a decade after the final fall, that the truth has come out. Only after extensive meditation, with a full mastery in the art of occlumency, could The savior, The-boy-who-lived, The-man-who-slayed, Conqueror-of-Dark, Harry James Potter, reveal to us that he does remember.
"I used to have dreams of green light," He entrusts our star reporter. "With the dementors at school in my third year at Hogwarts, I remembered my mothers voice, too."
Only under the combined guide of Centaur Firenze and a previously lost journal of his mother could he discover the full story.
Like many children at that age, young Harry used to be afraid of the dark. His godfather, Sirius Black, had made him a toy motorcycle with lights, that would slowly drive in circles through the nursery.
That fateful night, James Potter had just put his son to bed and activated the toy, before his wife, Lilly Potter, entered the room. As he left his wife to put the child to sleep, he heard a knock on the door. "It's him Lilly! Take the boy and run, I'll hold him off." Lilly ran to get at Harry, but was already too late.
"Give the boy to me, silly which. There's no need for you to die" "Never" "Avada Kedavra!" "Nooo!"
The mother fell down on the child's bed, still clutching her son, but no longer with the strength of the living. Taking a step forward, the next killing curse was already on the Dark Lord's lips.
Fortunately for the rest of us, at exactly that moment, the mini-motor nightlight came quietly from under the bed and bumped into the Dark Lords ankle. Feeling the thus at his Achilles heel, the much practiced curse ended with a tiny jerk.
As any child learns early on in school, the intent, wand movement and pronunciation are all important. As a swish must always be completely fluent, the curse malfunctioned. It had already come out of the wand and had reached the last Potter, but is withdrew before working it's magic. And so, the magic took the path of least resistance, back up the wand from whence it came.
Voldemort did not trip. But thanks to Sirius Black, it came close enough.