Chapter 2
Thanks to little bast for the review and ideas. thehomicidalmainac, Dumbledore did'nt apparate into hell, he apparated out of hell, I plan to explain it in more detail this or the next chapter. I am only 15 and doing my GCSE's, give me a break.
Michael and Lucifer in a fit of anger had both unleashed their wings and with their eyes blazing had left hell to find their lost son. They searched high and low for Darius and with every wasted day they began to lose hope. After a whole year of searching they gave up hope in ever finding their lost son, Lucifer went back to ruling hell, forgetting he ever had a son and Michael, went back to heaven and mourned for the son he never got to know. Gabriel followed his brother back to heaven and never left his side and Raphael stood by as Lucifer became even more terrifying.
It was now All Hallow's Eve, the Potters and Harry were indoors when there was a knock on the door. Looking out the window Lily realized it was Dumbledore and asked James to let him in, whilst she fed Harry. She had finished giving him the bottle when Dumbledore and her husband came back in.
"Lily you need to get the other brat, Voldemort is on his way here and we can't have him killing our real son can we." James sneered the last part, they had left the brat in the small cupboard under the sink, giving him food and changing him only when it was absolutley necessary. Darius was absoluely tiny for his age and as Lily got him from his cupboard James and Dumbledore both smirked, the child would do. They placed glamours and freshening charms on the boy and changed him into a pair of the real Harry's clothes, they laid him in the real harry's crib. Dumbledore and the Potter's went downstairs, Dumbledore created clones of Lily and James and then sat them on the couch. The three of them left, Lily carrying the real Harry and apparated to a safe house in Ireland.
Darius shifted slightly, even as a baby he was intelligent and new something was wrong, the place he was lying was too comfy and the clothes too warm. He started too cry, no one came too check on him, he was all alone.
Voldemort walked down the street the potter's house was on, he would kill them and the blasted brat that dared defeat him. Blasting open the door he was suprised when no one came to stop him, walking into the front room he spotted the two elder potters asleep on the couch, casting the killing curses at them he watched in satisfaction as they died. Now to find the brat. He searched the bottom of the house he found lots of baby toys but no baby to go with them. He quickly found the stairs and walked up them noiselessly, going through the first door he found the master bedroom and more baby toys, still no baby. He left that room and entered the next door, bathroom. No baby. Now he saw the last door, this must be the babys room .He saw the crib as soon as he walked in and strolled towards it with no hesitance.
Darius looked up at the new man, smiling and waving his little hands. Voldemort smiled, this would be fun. As he shot the killing curse at the child, darius gave him a small smirk and a hard stare, he had been tricked. He watched helplessly as his curse was blocked by a burst of pure magic and was sent back to him. There was a loud bang as the curse hit its mark and the walls of the house caved in around the innocent baby lying asleep in the crib.
