Author's Note: Hello! It's me, R. Narayanan. I recently deleted my other fanfic, A New Life, as I lost interest AND ran out of ideas. I may attempt to write it again. However, this'll be a bit more original to those Indians out there who have watched 3 Idiots. Sorry! Enjoy my [hopefully] wonderful story on this wrong-BWL take based on Rise From Dust. Harry won't be that mean, but rather more cheerful and jokey and don't-carish. No offence. To anyone. I don't own anything, and, well, enjoy!
Chapter 1
October 31st, 1981
"Go Lily, take the boys and run! He's here! The rat betrayed us!" James Potter yelled to his wife Lily, as she frantically zoomed out of his peripheral view. James grabbed his wand and rushed to the main hall of their little home in Godric's Hallow. Sure enough, Lord Snakeface was standing there, brandishing a wand and cackling while blowing things apart. Wormtail, you snivelling, foolish coward. You're worse than Snivellus himself.
He turned to face James, and whispered," Well, well, well... Look who we have here. James Potter... I hoped you would be smart and stick around to watch me kill your little boy. Then again... you are a foolish Gryffindor after all. Perhaps not..."
"Where else would you find me? You were the one who barged into my home. Or were you thinking that it was yours, you thief! And you won't harm a hair on my boy's head. Or my other boy and wife. Damien will bring your downfall Voldemort. And don't you forget it." James was a lot more bolder than he felt, and he knew that he would soon regret it.
Voldemort screamed, "Crucio!"
James ducked and shouted, "Protego! Expelliarmus!" Voldemort deflected the spells, and blew up the roof of their house. That was mean.
"HEY! This was an ancestral home!"
Voldemort turned to look at James with a maniacal glint in his brown eyes, shadowed through his dark hood. "I would have never pegged you as one who seems to care about ancestry Potter. Marrying a mudblood and all."
Now James saw red. "Confringo!" he yelled, and ducked as Voldemort deflected the spell yet again, and shot snakelike ropes towards him. Voldemort screamed and his wand spewed out dark magic. James pushed an armchair at the wand and watched as it exploded.
Voldemort screamed in frustration. "Avada Kedavra!" James once again dodged the spell as it was repeated, and an equally lethal chain of curses burst forth from his wand. Soon enough, they were engaged in a duel to the death.
Voldemort raised his wand, making a deep slashing movement. "Ignis Corpus!" A purple flame caught James. He fell to his knees with a groan, as a deep, searing pain came from his heart and internal organs.
Voldemort grinned, teeth bared. "Like it, Potter? A curse of my own creation. It means fire through body. No external pain. Nothing will be visible." Voldemort chuckled and kicked James. Hard. James moaned and clutched at his ribs.
"Tough," Voldemort murmured. "But not enough to withstand Lord Voldemort." These were the last words James heard before he reluctantly succumbed to exhaustion and pain. Voldemort nudged his fallen body out of his way using his foot, and proceeded to ascend the stairs that led to the upper floor, putting each foot forward as if he owned the place.
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Lily was singing a lullaby to her children. Specifically Damien, as Harry, already five years of age, was a bit too old for them. This wasn't out of the ordinary. She sang one to Damien every night, after which she would go to Harry's room, to kiss him goodnight. What was out of the ordinary, was that a mass murderer had just either killed or injured her husband and was on his way to the nursery to kill her and her children. No. That definitely wasn't ordinary. But she knew that when she signed up to live in the Wizarding World, nothing was ever going to be. Bitterness. It filled her. Perhaps Petunia was right about this place. But there was nothing she could do. If a psychopath was out to wreck her family-
I just have to live with it.
Lily gave a small sob, pausing her music. Daniel frowned while Harry just stared solemnly at the white door, as if he was sensing the danger that lurked ahead.
"Shh... It's fine. Look away from the door, Harry. What fascination do you have with it?" Apparently sarcasm was the only way to vent her worries. Harry stared at Lily instead, his emerald green eyes looking scared. Lily's heart broke. Piece by piece. She gave another cry and hugged Harry, twin pairs of emerald eyes looking distraught.
It shouldn't have had to be this way. It shouldn't.
'Why couldn't Neville be the chosen one', Lily thought savagely. 'Just another fat, clumsy little baby. He could die instead.' Suddenly horrified at her disgusting thoughts, Lily forced herself to concentrate on the song.
Somewhere, over the rainbow, way up high
There's a land that I heard of once in a lullaby
Somewhere, over the rainbow, skies are blue
And the dreams that you dare to dream really do come true
Someday I'll wish upon a star
And wake up where the clouds are far behind me
Where troubles melt like lemon drops
Away above the chimney tops
That's where you'll find me
Somewhere over the rainbow, bluebirds fly
Birds fly over the rainbow
Why then, oh why can't I?
If happy little bluebirds fly
Beyond the rainbow
Why, oh why, can't I?
If any muggle passer-by were to have been walking by the Potter's cute little cottage in Godric's Hollow on that fateful Halloween night, they would have remembered an unnatural green light shining in one of the upper floor windows, later to be followed by a woman's horrified scream and a burning house. But of course, all the muggles who did see Voldemort's downfall, were soon tracked down by the Ministry of Magic's magical memory reversal squad from Arthur Weasley's department of the Misuse of Muggle Aritfacts, as that day, the head of the Magical Law Enforcement Squad was, ahem, on vacation.
Well, I need reviews. I also need to add length to my chapters, but... yeah. So, any reviews will be welcome. Thanks.
