Prologue
Chapter 2:The Beginning
The October wind whipped around the spectral figure sending his tattered robes in all directions making him look like a magical beast. He seemed to float above the ground as he made his way toward the small cottage. He gripped his wand tightly in his hand. His fingers were pale and slender. The face in the hood looked more like a ghost than a living human being. The figure was a nightmare creature from a children's dream come to life.
The monster had come to this small town of Godric's Hollow with a mission. This mission was of the utmost importance. He couldn't trust it to one of his Death Eater minions even his most trustworthy such as Malfoy. No; he had to stop the prophecy from coming true himself. It didn't bother him much at all. The man once may have had a conscience but it had been shredded after all the murders he had committed. Certainly two young children wouldn't give him pause. Besides if he wasn't able to eliminate the children, one would be able to defeat him.
The prophecy had stated that a child born in the end of July would be his bane. He would make sure that these Potter children didn't have the chance to become full grown wizards. The two were twins so they had both been born in July. He had decided that the twins would be more of a threat than the Longbottom boy. Besides already some of his Death Eaters would pay their own visit to the Longbottom's. He had told them to leave them alive. No doubt that would have a profound effect on the boy. He would never be a threat to Voldemort.
Of course he would never have been able to attack the Potters so directly if that rat (quite literally some of the time) Peter Pettigrew hadn't betrayed his friends so easily. Even though the young man had given him important information Voldemort certainly wasn't going to give him a head Death Eater position. He could jump back to the Order just as fast as he had betrayed them. No, he would rely on the man only if he had no others to lean on. He was here to make sure that he wouldn't ever have to.
Finally Voldemort reached the cottage. He pointed his wand at the entrance. "Reducto!" The door flew inside. He heard a man yell inside; no doubt it was the children's father James Potter. Voldemort slid over the blasted door with wand at the ready. He quickly surveyed the entrance hall. There wasn't a soul in sight. He called out to James. "You may run, but you can't hide from me. I'm the best wizard of the century. Come out now and face me with a scrap of dignity." Then he began to move out of the entrance hall and into the living room.
As he passed the threshold of the room a green stunning blast flew toward him form behind the couch. He didn't even put up a shield he just dodged to one side. Then he set down behind a recliner chair. "Potter come on out you slick bastard. That wasn't the honorable thing to do was it?" Then the recliner exploded into pieces. Voldemort came firing killing curses from the cloud of debris. Then he heard James fall to the ground. The man was dead now onto his kids.
Voldemort began to climb the stairs up to the nursery. Once he made it to the top he blew the door in with a spell. He heard a scream from a young woman. It was Lily Potter who stood poised in front of her babies' crib. "Step away and you won't be harmed." He hissed at her. She defiantly shook her head and brought out her wand. Before she could utter a spell she was dead. Voldemort dispassionately stepped over her corpse.
The Two youngest Potters lay crying in the crib. Voldemort pointed his wand at the little girl's head. As the killing curse flew from his wand it came up against a large energy bubble around the two. He saw the boy practically glowing. The curse bound back on him and fell to the ground dead as the older Potters. The girl Kayla began to cry incessantly while Harry looked exhausted. Kayla bore several bruises.
Then an old man crossed the destroyed doorway of the Potter home. He shook hi head in pity and regret. The Potters didn't deserve this at all. Then he came across James corpse in the living room. He slowly bent down and closed the man's eyelids. A tear slid down Dumbledore's cheek. More joined it when he made his way to the nursery and found Lily guarding her offspring in death. Then he heard a near magical sound, crying. He stood up from surveying Lily's prone form. In the crib both the babies lay alive. He almost cried in joy.
He picked up the girl and brushed off dirt and debris from her face. This revealed a crescent shaped scar. He decided that this and her bruises implied that she had stopped Voldemort herself. Her brother had nothing extraordinary to implicate him in the task. He picked her up high in his hands. "This is Kayla Potter the Girl-who-lived!" Dumbledore would make sure that this girl got the treatment she deserved as the Girl-who-lived.
