I shall never own Harry Potter!

Yay, a new fic! Whoop-dee-doo-da!

Well, this idea came to me as I watched the Chamber of Secrets….

Yes I am weird, deal with it.

OR YOU SHALL DIE!

On with it!


It was a breezy night on Halloween. Godric Hallow was a quiet town, and a small one. Inside there was a man, lying down on the floor, staring up at the ceiling, dead. Up the stairs there was a woman lying down on the floor, dead as well.

There was another figure, dressed in a black cloak, with a wand pointed at the baby's forehead.

The baby was not crying, he just stared up at the man in wonder. The man stared at the baby boy before saying to words.

"Avada Kedavra!"

There was a flash of green light and the man was disappearing, the baby was crying, his forehead hurt. He didn't know what was going on; he didn't know why the man hurt him. Where was his mom? Where was his dad?

Just then footsteps came up the stairs and the boy reached his arms out to a person he recognized.

The man stared at the body of the red-headed woman with tears in his eyes. He looked up at the baby and smiled sadly as he walked closer. The baby was jumping up and down as he got closer; he wanted to be held, to be told it would be alright.

The man picked up the baby boy and held him in his arms as he whispered comforting words to his godson. Soon enough the baby fell asleep in his arms, only saying one word as he did so.

"Pa'foo"

The man smiled as he placed the boy in the crib. He went to the closet and started packing clothes for his godson. As he passed a cabinet he saw the stuffed toys his godson cherished and loved. He smiled sadly as he placed the stag, doe, dog, and wolf in the bag as well. He left the rat there; it was all Peter's fault. All of it.

He shrunk all of the clothes so he would have more space in the bag as he went downstairs and into the kitchen. He placed bottles and formula inside the bag. He walked back upstairs and into his best friends and best friend's wife's room.

He already knew the plan; James Potter and Lily Evans-Potter told him what to do if they were ever killed. He slowly walked over to the small jewelry box and placed it in the bag as well. Everything in there would most likely be shrunk; he already knew what was in there.

He walked back to the room, he felt as if he forgot something. He looked at the cabinet once again and realized he would need diapers. He placed those inside the bad and walked over to the crib.

He placed the bad on his shoulder and he reached down to grab his godson once again. He grabbed the blue blanket and wrapped it around him, holding him close to his heart. He walked out of the house and stared back at it.

Without another word he disappeared with a small crack.


So what do you think?

Is it good or bad…

Well this is the Prologue….

So yeah, just give me your opinion!