Lord Voldemort and the Philosopher's Stone

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Chapter 1 – Godric's Hollow

Lord Voldemort sniffed the fresh country air or Godric's Hollow. How sweet the smell of impending death. For in this sleepy welsh village lived three people that Voldemort desperately wanted to meet. James and Lily Potter, who had defied him three times already and escaped with their lives and their only son, Harry. It was Harry that Voldemort was so anxious to meet. Meet and then kill, for Harry was to be the thorn in Voldemort's side, the knife in his back. This boy was prophesised to be the death of Lord Voldemort, but no, by lucky coincidence a faithful servant of Voldemort's had been in a bar in Hogsmeade one night and had overheard the prophecy. Now Lord Voldemort was out to put a stop to this boy's short life before he could grow up and fulfil the prophecy.

As Voldemort walked slowly down the dark street, safe in the knowledge that no-one could see him and raise the alarm, he reflected on how his usually dim-witted servant, Wormtail had finally come to some use. It was due to Wormtail that Voldemort was in Godric's Hollow, for he had told Voldemort where the Potters were hidden. Wormtail was one of James Potter's friends at school. He had hung around with James and his other friends because they were the strongest people in their year at school and now that Wormtail was out of school he had sided with Voldemort because he was too scared to fight against him.

As Voldemort approached the Potter's house he drew a short wooden baton from the sheath at his waist. This baton was a magic wand, for Voldemort was a wizard, not only a wizard, but the most powerful wizard of all time. He possessed powers that even Dumbledore did not wield. Dumbledore was the Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, the school that James and Lily Potter had attended along with Wormtail and, many years ago, before Dumbledore became Headmaster, Voldemort himself.

Voldemort took the invisibility charm off of himself and crossed into the small front garden of the Potter's house and strode up the path. Voldemort heard a panicked shout from inside the house.

"Lily, take Harry and go! It's him! Go! Run! I'll hold him off."

At this, the front door burst open and James Potter stood, framed by the doorway.

Voldemort laughed a high pitched and mirthless laugh and raised his wand. James did the same but too late. There was a bolt of green light and a rushing sound of speeding death and he fell to the floor, dead.

Voldemort did not waste anytime looking at James; he knew the spell had worked, as it had done so many times before. He stepped over the body in the doorway and entered the house. He strode straight through the house and into the back garden where he found Lily Potter trying to run with baby Harry in her arms. He send them both sprawling to the floor with a flick of his wand and said,

"Stand aside girl"

Lily Potter crouched over her son,

"Not Harry, not Harry, please not Harry!"

Voldemort's rage was building.

"Stand aside you silly girl ... stand aside, now"

"Not Harry, please no, take me, kill me instead! Not Harry! Please ... have mercy ... have mercy"

Voldemort let out his cold high laugh once more and with a flick of his wand, there was another flash of green light Lily Potter slumped forward, the life removed from her.

Voldemort shoved her body away from her child. Baby Harry started to cry as Voldemort raised his wand on the infant. He flicked it downwards again and there was the familiar flash of green light and the rushing sound that Voldemort had heard oh so many times before. But then something happened that Voldemort had never seen before, the point that the curse had struck Harry was glowing white in the shape of a lightning bolt on his forehead. There was a blinding flash of pure white light, a deafening and Voldemort was blasted backwards and smashed into the ground. Voldemort tried to rise but when he did, he left his body behind him. He tried to look down at himself but found that he did not have a head to turn. He was less than a ghost, mere vapour. Voldemort saw the boy, still on the ground, crying his eyes out. How was it a boy could live after he, Voldemort was had hit him with the killing curse and yet he, Voldemort was left as vapour?

Harry Potter, that name would haunt Voldemort until he could finally be rid of him. Hearing the sounds of people rushing through the house and too weak to fight, Voldemort fled.