##Disclaimer: Harry Potter universe belongs to JK Rowling. I'm merely playing in her universe.
It was a cold October's night and the wind howled around the street, whipping up the leaves. Despite the icy weather children ran around, dressed as ghosts and witches. They ran up to the doors and were answered by smiling families bearing bowls of treats. It was Halloween 1981 and unknown to all a tragedy was about to befall one of these families.
In one of the cottages on the edge of the village, a baby boy was playing with his parents. A bright fire lighted the room and the child sat on his mother's lap, laughing and waving as he popped the bubbles his father conjured. They had no bowl set out of treats and despite the cheerful image, the parents were tense.
"It just doesn't feel right James, this wind is unnatural."
The red-haired mother glanced around, concerned. Branches batted the windows and there was a whistling noise outside. The handsome black-haired man laughed, his hair was sticking up at every angle as he turned the bubbles all different colors and shapes for the entertainment of the young boy.
Hadrian James Potter was just over a year and already had a great likeness to his father, all except for his eyes. His almond-shaped emerald green eyes looked like they'd been taken straight from his mother. Lily picked him up and strode out of the room, her long hair hanging down her back. She reappeared a moment later after putting Harry in his cot. Shivering from the wind she began waving her wand in diagnostic spells to ensure the privacy charms were still in place if only she'd checked the fidelius. Confident that their lifelong friend would never betray them she skipped over the spell. There was a sudden moment of silence as the wind ceased before changing direction, battling against the winds and extinguishing the fire. There was a squeak of their gate opening and Lily looked up, her face white.
"James, the Fidelius"
James jumped up and ran to the window, his posture slumping suddenly.
"Lily take Harry and go! It's him! Go! Run! I'll hold him off-"
Lily sprinted from the room, leaving her wand on the table. Once in Harry's bedroom, she locked the door and began piling boxes in front of it. She grabbed Harry and attempted first to portkey out and then to disapparate, but the Dark Lord had placed wards preventing them from leaving. Quickly she pulled her rune knife out and sliced her arm open, she then carefully cut Harry's forehead and drew the runes of protection, survival and a few of her own invention, she mixed her blood with his knowing they would be activated if she died to sacrifice him. When she found out they were being hunted she'd looked upon blood rituals and invented her own. From below she heard a voice yell and her blood ran cold.
"Avada Kedavra"
James, her beloved James. James who would die to protect her. She sobbed but quickly pulled herself together, stepping in front of Harry to shield him she faced the door and waited. Footsteps up the stairs, footsteps in the hall and silence. The door burst open and a skeletal wand vanished the boxes. The monster that strode into the room was taken straight from her worst nightmares, from the muggle horror films that she and Petunia loved to watch. He was her worst nightmare and the knowledge that he killed her husband finally broke her.
"Not Harry, not Harry, please not Harry!"
"Stand aside you silly girl … stand aside now."
"Not Harry, please no, take me, kill me instead-"
"Not Harry! Please … have mercy … have mercy… "
"Avada Kedavra"
Her body fell, red hair streaming over her face, not a mark where the curse hit.
The monster turned and laughed a cruel cold laugh with no trace of emotion or humanity, its job was almost done.
"Avada Kedavra"
A green curse rocketed towards the young boy only to rebound in a gold light and strike the Dark Lord. There was an inhuman shriek, the light blasted the wall and the stone crumbled into the garden below. The roof was blasted off and knocked the walls, the residual magic causing enough backlashes to knock the walls on the top floor over and shatter all the windows. Despite the damage, the cot with the baby boy lying in it was unharmed, in the center of a one-meter circle that was free from debris.
From within the rubble, the Dark Lord's body stirred and disintegrated, leaving a tainted silver aura with black shadows that flew straight at the baby and dove into his forehead, leaving a lightning-shaped scar.
The magical core of the boy absorbed the silver aura and took away all the information, putting it in a corner of the mind and then destroyed the soul piece. Then there was silence except the sobbing of the baby who hardly ever cried.