Wow i can' believe i finished chapter 2 so quickly, but i couldn't help myself but to just keep witting. This is the second chapter of the three part chapter story, so basically i cut one big chapter in three, and this is the second part. Hope you enjoy it.

WARNING** there will be quite a bit of violence on this chapter, not too much mind you, but still quite a bit- so i do warn you.

Chapter 2

The battle of Godric Hollow

In his many years of life, Lucius had come to experience, and be witness to things most wizards, and witched had never, or would ever see want to see. As a death eater, and as a knowledgeable stoodent of the dark arts, he prided himself to being a man that had seen, and gotten accustomed to horrific sights- especially death. Yet the sight he was presented with was something that even he had not been prepared for, nor did he expect that anyone would ever have been prepared for such a thing.

If anyone would have asked him what he saw that night, the only word he could have come up with too described it, would be that it was a warzone. More specifically, a warzone of such magnitude, that he was certain that the wizarding world had not seen such a thing since the final battle between Albus Dumbledore, and Gellert Grindelwald. And after saying that he would have told said person that this had not been a battle but a massacre between the light, and the dark.

But mostly, Lucius would have described it as chaotic and messy, especially since there were countless unconscious, and dead bodies littered around on the ground. And for the hundredth time since he appeared on the battlefield, he was once more thankful that he had appareted further away from the conflict happening in the middle of the street in front of the Potter's house. He was especially thankful after he saw an unsuspecting low ranking death eater apparate between both forces, and the poor man was blasted to smithereens by the crossfire of both sides- a sight he is sure will be etched into his brain forever.

However, although everything was utter chaos, he was surprised to see that both side the dark and the light, had both taken opposite sides of the street to fight each other; both opponents were positioned on opposite sides of the Potters house, making it seem like the house itself was the prize both sides were ferociously fighting for. And truthfully he had expected to see both sides running around uncoordinatedly, and without cause, or reason, seeing as no one had expected this to happen. But then he saw who it was that was present, and who was commanding everyone.

The first person Lucius had seen when he arrived was the Dark lord, and the next person he saw was Dumbledore on the opposite side. Both men were fighting each other, both of them displaying magic that no other wizard, or witch would ever dream of achieving, or even imagine that such magic actually existed. And to Lucius it was both thrilling, and horrifying to see how powerful the Dark lord really was, and it also, gave him a sense of foreboding, to see Dumbledore fighting the Dark lord as his equal. And yet what was most interesting to see apart from their display of magic, was their different fighting techniques, and personalities come to life in the shape of their spells, and curses. Naturally the Dark lord was ruthless and merciless when he duelled; while the Headmaster was much more level-headed and almost serene when he fought. All of this caused Lucius to be surprised to see that even when the dark lord sent a particularly powerful curse at the headmaster- the man just blocked, and kept on fighting as if it was nothing.

But that was not all that was happening, while it was certainly the most attention graving, there were other fighting as well. While both powerful men fought, their followers fought beside them with all their might, as if the battle was the determining factor of the war. And while everyone fought with equal ferocity, only two said followers stood out from all others, and those two were Bellatrix Lestrange, the Dark lord's most faithful follower. And the person she fought was James Potter, one of the light's most skilled, and powerful allies. And though Lucius had known that James Potter was quite skilled, he had never thought that he was on such a high level- he even manage to put Bella on the defensive, something that he had never been able to do.

Of course there were others fighting, such as Yaxley, Dolohov, but they were only fighting low ranking members of the order, such as Arthur Weasley, and Frank Longbottom, and their duels were not nearly as interesting as the one between Bella, and Potter. And while watching everyone fight with all they had, it made Lucius want to join in and fight for the cause he had pledged himself with since he was a small boy- since his father had told him that it was up to him free their family from the oppression of the ministry. And for a second he was close to run into battle, and stand beside his lord and fight the Order; that was until he took a good look at the dark lord, and saw that he was commanding various low ranking death eaters to run towards the Potter's house. And even more shocking, he saw as those men and women ran to the house like madman, and how they were blasted away by the Order, who no doubt was protecting the house, and keeping anyone from entering it.

After seeing this Lucius knew that what was in the house was of utter importance to the Dark lord, important enough to sacrifice his own followers to reach the house. And seeing how everyone was failing at the task, it only encouraged him more to go and do it himself, and the more he thought of it the more he wondered how the Dark lord would reward him for reaching his goal. But once again he stopped himself from jumping head straight into conflict, and instead stood his ground and looked around to make sure no one had spotted him. Thankfully he saw that no one had yet noticed him, since they were all too busy with their own fights.

Lucius looked at the battlefield once more, analyzing it, and trying to find a way to best reach the house. Eventually he finally choose a path, which was to circle behind the other death eaters, and head to the house, all the while taking a path that would make it difficult for the order members to spot him. Lucius reviewed his plan once more, to make sure that there were no flaws to it, which again he found none, but as he was about to execute his plan, he heard a loud shriek coming from an unknown death eater that had tried to run to the house.

The death eater in question was a woman, and she had been hit with a painful hex that by the looks of it was borderline dark. The woman fell to her knees, and as she didn't have her wand she was hit by a stunning spell. Her body lay limply on the ground, and even though he had seen such things before Lucius was gripped with fear. His courage, and need to prove himself worthy was thrown out the window as he realized what he was about to do, especially after seeing how many were unsuccessful. And then another traitorous thought entered his mind; Draco, his young son was waiting for him at the manor, as well as his wife, neither of them had any idea what was happening, both of them were expecting him to return, and that terrified him more than anything happening around him. Could he really do this?

Of course he had done dangerous things before, and he had come very close to losing his life, more than once. But that was before he had a newborn son, who needed him to raise him. If he died tonight who would teach Draco how to be a proper pureblood? Who would teach him about the Malfoy family? And even though he didn't particularly like quidditch, who would teach Draco how quidditch was played? Who would be a father figure to him? He refused to be like his father who died when he was very young, and left him without a father figure when he needed him most. And yet he really had no choice on the matter, he couldn't just leave either.

Lucius grip on his wand tighten to the point that he thought that he would snap it in half, and even though a part of his mind was telling him to ease up on his wand, he couldn't do it, he needed something to hold on to. He needed to go, and do what was expected of him- to fight alongside his allies, and friends, to fight alongside his lord, and the only way he could do that was by reaching the house. For that brief moment he had to forget that he had a son, or a wife, and simply be a death eater under orders to fight.

With his mind finally made, Lucius took a deep breath, and ran into the battle, taking the path he had chosen. He ran as fast as he possibly could, all the while attempting to stay undetected from both the other death eaters, and the Order members. And as he neared the street, the sounds of fighting grew louder, from all the spells being fired from both sides- especially the booming sounds that spells made when they hit a shield, which made Lucius's ear ring, and his head throb in pain from the loud sound. Not to mention that he had to doge wayward spells heading his way, and he couldn't bring up a shield since he knew that would alert others of his presence.

So Lucius just kept running like a madman, as unrefined as the others who had tried to reach the house. After a little while of running his lungs began to burn from the little amount of oxygen they were getting, and his legs were beginning to exhaust from all the running he had to do- there were just too many death eaters, and circling around the whole group was a truly a feat. He was so exhausted that for a while he was tempted to take shortcuts, but he fought the temptation knowing that the others had been caught because of that. So he kept on running, until he was almost near the path that would take him to the house, and out of the Order's watchful eyes.

Lucius was near, and he smiled underneath his mask; it had just been far too simple, a little bit too easy, and in his haste Lucius had not realized that the shouting of James Potter, and the sounds that his duel with Bella was causing, had disappeared. He was far too concern with reaching the bloody house, to think of anything ells. It was only after he stepped on the path of the house that he realized his mistake.

"Expelliarmus!" A voice dangerously close to Lucius shouted. And in the heat of the moment, and with adrenaline pumping through him, Lucius raised his wand as fast as he could and managed to conjure up a shield just before the charm landed. Lucius quickly looked away from the house, and turned his head to look at the man that had fired the charm at him.

To no surprise he found James Potter facing him, with his wand raised and pointed at him, and behind him stood the blood traitor Sirius Black flanking Potter with his wand pointed at him. Lucius looked straight at Potter, and noticed a large gash on the side of his head that was bleeding profoundly- a gift from Bella no doubt. But as he thought about his sister-in-law, he couldn't help but worry about her- had she been beaten? And for a moment he wanted to look around to see if his suspicions were true, but he had a much more important task at hand.

Lucius turned his body towards his new adversary, and squared his shoulders. He was ready to fight both men if needed, but he much rather not do so since he knew that James is a skilled and formidable opponent, and Sirius was not far behind him when it came to duelling. Though he himself was not a bad dueller either, and he was certain that he could hold of Potter by a little while, he knew that duelling Sirius at the same time was an impossible challenge.

Seeing the odds were against him Lucius was about to send a stunning spell, and retreat form the duel which odds were against him. But he was beaten to it, and Sirius sent a well-aimed stunning spell first, Lucius eyes widen in terror as he noticed that it would be impossible to shield himself from the charm, since it was coming at him in a fast, and awkward angle. But then a magical shield appeared in front of him, and the spell hit the shield instead, making a loud banging sound.

Not really understanding how the shield had appeared, and not wanting to waste the opportunity- Lucius without losing a beat raised his wand, and pointed it at Potter. "Expulso!" he shouted; engulfing Potter and Black in blue fire that quickly exploded after coming in contact with them.

"avada kedavra!" He heard the familiar voice of Dolohov shout from beside him, and Lucius knew that he was the one who had conjured the shield to protect him- when they were both out of this predicament; he had to make sure to thank the man after.

The green and familiar jet of the killing curse flew to the explosion Lucius had caused, and for a moment he had thought that the curse had landed since he heard a sharp shout come from one of the two men. And Dolohov also, thought the same thing since he lowered his wand slightly, but when the flames of the explosion reseeded revealing both men he saw that they were both alive, but a large burn covered a large part of Potter's arm, and torso, who no doubt had to lower the shield that was keeping the flames at bay to dodge the killing cruse.

Lucius looked at Potter smugly, thinking that he had incapacitated the man enough to make it him an easy target, and that he had been the one to cause such an injury on the man even when Bella could not defeat. But Lucius wiped his grin from his face when he saw that despite the painful injury Potter was not deter, and instead looked at him with such determination and fury that it made him shiver. Potter lifted his wand and sent various stunning spells their way, with Sirius doing the same thing. Lucius and Dolohov expertly conjured up shields, and sent curses flying to the two Aurors in return.

And that is how the four men duelled, by alternating between shields, charms, and curses- none of them finding a weakness in the others, or managing to get the advantage. And even though Potter was clearly the most skilled out of all four, Lucius saw that the man was exhausted from all the fighting, and that his injuries were taking a toll on him. But once more that did not stop the blood traitor, as he kept dodging and sending out hexes and charms in speeds that Lucius could never achieve, and it only managed to unnerved Lucius that despite how injured and exhausted the man was, he was still ad skilled fighter.

Lucius knew that he needed to end the fight, or find a way to scape both Aurors, or he would never reach the house. He knew that the rest of the Auror's were on their way, and he also, knew that the only thing keeping them at bay were the wards the Dark lord had no doubt conjured up. Not to mention that the fight was becoming both exhausting, and a waste of time- Lucius had far more important things to do than fight Potter. Maybe he couldn't reach the house, but he could be directing the other death eaters, and managing the battle field as he always did to gain the advantage.

No he needed to leave the duel, and so Lucius sent a powerful hex at Potter, which he dodged. And Lucius was about to fire another hex, when a loud booming sound came from the middle of the battlefield, and Lucius like everyone ells including Potter had to cover their ears from the loud sound. And much like everyone ells Lucius turned his head to look at what had caused the sound.

In the middle of the battlefield stood the Dark lord, with several injuries around his body, and on the opposite side stood Dumbledore, with several injuries as well. But Lucius was not concerned that the headmaster was injured, what he was concerned with was that the Dark lord was bleeding, something he, or anyone really had ever seen. He always saw the Dark lord as immortal, and almost godly, but clearly he could bleed like any other man.

Seeing as how the two most powerful wizards had taken everyone's attention with the duel; everything was deathly silent, and everyone stopped fighting as they watched their leaders duel. And Lucius couldn't help himself but to take a deep breath, as the Dark lord sent a powerful curse- he had never heard of- at Dumbledore.

Lucius eyes followed the yet of black light as it flew straight to the headmaster, and for a moment he thought that it would hit, since the old man had not made any motion to shield himself from the curse, until at lightning speed he brought up his wand and blocked the curse with his wand- as if he had used his wand to wave the curse away, as if it were a fly, and not a powerful curse.

Everyone including Lucius, gasped amazed, and horrified that the Dark lord's curse had been so simply blocked, but his train of thought quickly ended as he saw Dumbledore pointed his wand at a massive boulder beside him, and wordlessly wave an incantation at it. The boulder began to shake, and vibrate, and light was shining through it, as if the core was filled with magic.

Lucius looked at the boulder in awe, and fear as it broke into large pieces, sending said pieces at the death eaters behind the Dark Lord. And Lucius could hear screams coming from behind him, but he did not turn his head to see if it had hit anyone, he was too focused on the massive stone phoenix that had emerged from the boulder.

Lucius gasped, and took a step back as the phoenix stood on its legs spread out its wings, and let out a large shriek that spread around the street of Godric Hollow. He, and everyone ells looked at the phoenix in disbelief, and he found himself lowering his wand slightly- overcome with terror. But just as he was looking at the giant bird, a loud hissing sound came from the battlefield, and Lucius quickly turned his head to see what had caused the sound.

In front of the dark Lord there stood a massive snake, a real snake not one made of stone like the phoenix. This snake was very much alive, and though it was a regular snake, and not a magical one- by the looks of it- it would surely prove a challenge for the phoenix. And the only thing Lucius could think was how the Dark lord managed to make a snake so large in matter of minutes.

He couldn't think on it further, as the snake much like the phoenix straighten up to its full size, and gave a loud hiss at the phoenix, baring it's fangs at it. And as if the phoenix was indignant of the very presence of the snake, it gave another loud shriek, and sprang on the snake with its beak wide open, and ready to bite the giant lizard. Lucius was worried that this would be the end of the snake, but then then the snake managed to dodge with its slithering body, and bit hard into the wing of the phoenix.

Both the snake and the phoenix fought each other, and no one could help but watch in awe, until Lucius heard another large bang coming from the Dark lord, and Dumbledore. He quickly turned to look at the Dark lord, and saw that he much like his snake was fighting ferociously, by firing curses in great speed, and aim. If it were anyone ells, he is sure the curses would have landed, but the headmaster simply blocked, and in turn he too fired hexes, and charms at the Dark lord.

The duel continued, between both man and beast, neither one relenting or letting go, and as the battle waged the ground began to shake, making it feel like a small earthquake. And all Lucius could do was brace himself, and watch in awe, as both men continued to duel, and he wondered who out of both of them will come out victorious.

A loud shriek came from the phoenix once more, and Lucius turned to look at it, and saw that the snake had manage to bite its enemies neck. Wasting no time, the snake curled its body around its pray, before the phoenix could manage to scape. And with its body it constricted the Phoenix until the large bird could not even move, and as the snake's hold grew tighter, cracks began to form on the stone. Seeing it's defeat, the phoenix gave a soft shriek, and it's body broke into pieces.

Lucius took a step back, not wanting to get hit by the stones that made up the phoenix body. Lucius then looked at the triumphant snake, and he wanted to smile, and shout triumphantly, as if it had been him who conquered the phoenix. But when he was about to do anything the snake sprang away from the broken phoenix and dived at the headmaster with its large jaws open, ready to swallow him whole.

Seeing the snake approaching him, Dumbledore raised his wand up high and a large golden magical shield appeared in front of him, and as the snake made contact with the shield his head made a loud banging sound against it. And the snake lay on the ground, and for a moment he thought the snake was dead, until it sprang up to its full height and hissed at the headmaster in anger, and circled the domed shield of the headmaster with it it's body, attempting constrict him like he did the phoenix. The snake's large body covered the entire shield making it impossible to see the headmaster. The snake kept constricting with no luck, the shield simply wouldn't break-clearly angry; the snake gave another loud hiss, and vanished without a trace.

Lucius looked at the undamaged shield of the headmaster, as he stood in place shocked of what had happened. And as he looked at Dumbledore he saw the old man's eyes widen, and turn from place to place, as if looking for someone. Lucius soon knew that the man he was looking for was the Dark Lord. Lucius turned to look at the spot the Dark lord had stood on, but saw it empty- the Dark lord was gone.

Confusion, and bewilderment soon spread around the street, and various people shouted trying to make sense of what just happened. No one not even Lucius knew what had happened; why had the Dark lord vanished his snake, just when he had the headmaster exactly where he wanted him? And just as he was about to go and find out, he saw various hexes being fired at the death eaters, by the Order. And since everyone was too preoccupied with finding out what happened to their lord, they were caught off-guard, as the charms, and hexes hit them.

Once more pandemonium broke out, and before he could make sense of what was happening, a stunning hex was sent his way which he thankfully managed dodged. Lucius turned to look at his adversary once more, who looked at him as shocked as he no doubt was.

Before either man could respond, a curse was fired at Potter from behind him. Lucius quickly turned his head to look at Dolohov who looked at Potter furiously, as if it were his fault that the Dark lord had vanished. In turn Black sent a hex at Lucius, which he thankfully blocked, and the fight began once more.

The duel was not as energetic as it had been before however, as they were both tiered, and Lucius was slightly distracted, since he kept looking at the other death eaters, as they fell like ants. Without their leader in sight, everyone had become uncoordinated, and they all looked around for someone to give the orders- which should have been Lucius, but he was far too busy. Lucius gritted his teeth, angered that Potter was taking so much of his time. He needed to command the other death eaters, not spend his time fighting a blood traitor.

If his fight with Potter continued, then their numbers will surely lessen, and that worried him. Then as if from a saving grace, Bellatrix's voice boomed through the battlefield "Keep formation, and keep firing at them. We have to keep them away from our Lord!"

Lucius briefly turned his eyes to see the other death eaters, and was relieved to see that as soon as Bella said those words the death eaters that had stood beside the dark lord quickly filled in to his spot, and fought the headmaster with vigour. In fact some of the other death eaters pulled their attention away from their own fight, and to Dumbledore.

Lucius then looked at Dumbledore, whose face was one of utter focus and who was now at the defensive; using his magic for shields instead of hexes, and spells. And despite being targeted by most of the death eaters; the head master of Hogwarts was still doing quite well against them- making Lucius wonder if the dark lord had fled because he knew he could not defeat Dumbledore. Lucius shock the idea from his head- of course not, the dark lord is wise and powerful, and no matter how skilled Dumbledore maybe the Dark lord was his match that was for certain.

Lucius turned back to his own duel, which a few others had come in to help. Said death eaters were sending Potter, and Black back, by overwhelming them with cruses, and hexes. Seeing his opportunity, Lucius conjured up a large shield, and looked back at Dolohov- who he was surprised to see did not have a mask on as the rest did- and who had an insane expression on his face, that was not there before.

"I am wasting my time here! The dark lord is still missing, and I need to go help him!" he shouted over the noise of the battlefield. Dolohov's eyes briefly shifted to him and quickly turned back to the fighting, and sent a violent curse at Sirius. "Then go- I can hold them off!"

Lucius saw Dolohov's body tense slightly, and he knew that he wasn't too sure of himself as his words had shown. "Are you certain? I don't want to lose another capable fighter, due to foolish arrogance."

Dolohov smirked slightly, clearly amused by Lucius words, as he sent out another curse at Potter. "I am already doing that right now am I not? Besides, helping our lord is much more important at the moment, not to mention that I am the better dueller."

Lucius had to hold the need to make a retort against the man's words- Dolohov, was far from the best dueller. But he had no time, since he knew that the Aurors were probably close to bringing down the wards, they had placed around the battle field, and if the death eaters were not gone by then, then it would be a massacre.

Having no choice Lucius nodded, and quickly took off leaving Dolohov behind. Spells from Potter, and Sirius flew past his head barely missing their mark as he ran away from the fight. He could hear Dolohov shout hexes, and curses at the Aurors with more vigour than ever before. This helped to distract them and allow Lucius to get out of the Aurors range; all the while dodging wayward spells that were flying from all directions.

As he ran his cape billowed behind him, making his way towards the house, and the place where his lord probably was. When he neared the house he heard frantic shouts coming from behind him, and he knew they must have come from the Potters seeing as their son was probably still inside, and a death eater was making his way to it. Lucius paid it no mind, and ran up the steps of the beaten porch and quickly ran inside; a spell nearly hit him once more, and his eyes widened when he saw the scorch mark on the wall it hit. 'That was so bloody close' he admitted to himself.

Without wasting time Lucius quickly closed the door behind him, with magic, pressed his back against a wall, and took large deep breaths trying to regain his breath.

Finally regaining his breath he slumped down on the floor exhausted- his magic and his body could not give anymore, he was truly exhausted. Lucius stayed on the ground trying to regain some energy back, hoping that everyone ells were alright- that Dolohov was alright. And though the wanted to stay, and rest for a little while longer he knew that he could not.

Lucius sighed, and stood up on his shaky legs, and turned towards the direction of the battered staircase. He didn't know what he would find up the stair; if the child was dead, and the Dark lord stood triumphantly, or if he would find nothing. Regardless there was no doubt he needed to find out himself.

Lucius made his way up the stairs, he was afraid will give out under his weight, and headed to the only lit room in the practically destroyed house. He took a deep breath, and raised his wand- ready for anything that might come his way, and entered the room. There he found something he had not expected.

Inside the nursery, on the scorched floor there laid the Dark lord's wand. Lucius gasped in horror, as undignified as any common wizard, and for a moment he wanted to kneel by the wand, and check if his lord was truly gone, until he heard a loud wail come from the cot beside him. Lucius snapped his head to the side to look at the child, who's wail reminded him far too much of Draco.

Wanting to see the child, Lucius neared the cot, looked inside, and saw Potter's son crying. The child was clearly scared, and in pain from the lightning bolt scar that throbbed on his forehead. Lucius looked down at the bay confused, as if he had never seen a child before, and truly his mind could not comprehend what he was seeing.

The Dark lord, the very man he just saw conjure up magic beyond the skills of anyone he had ever known, was gone- the only thing that remained of him was a wand, and this child was the one who manage to conquer him, this wailing child who survived with nothing more but a scar.

And in that moment what came to his mind was not what had happened to the dark lord, or if he was truly dead. No, what came to mind was how such a young child, with seemingly no grasp of his magic could best the most powerful wizard of all time. And how this child could cause such a bloody battle, to which many of his friends had probably perished in. And even though he wanted to be mad at the impudent child, he found himself shocked, and intrigued by him- how could a child do this?

A loud bang came from outside, causing the house to shake from its very foundation, and little baby- who he knew was named Harry-wailed harder, clearly scared of what was happening outside. Lucius turned away from the child, and walked to the cracked window.

He looked down at the battlefield, and the first thing he saw was that there were far more death eaters on the ground incapacitated, than there were Order members, and though they were keeping Dumbledore at bay by swarming him with spells; they couldn't focus on what was around them, and the Order members were using that to their advantage by to stunning them. The battlefield was quickly turning into a bloodbath, and to make things worse, he knew that the Aurors were on their way.

This battle was done for, and the death eaters were done for, he may not like to admit it but they were defeated- without the Dark lord they could not win this battle. The Aurors will arrive, defeat them, and take them all straight to Azkaban without trial- there was no way he could allow that to happen to him, he had a young son to look after, he could not go to Azkaban for this.

Making up his mind, Lucius turned away from the battle, and the screams of pain, and headed to the cot once more. Lucius looked down emotionless at the baby, as he stopped wailing, and looked up at Lucius in wonder.

Without thinking it further Lucius pointed his wand at the child, and the child who no doubt understood what he was doing from previous experience, began to wail once more. And for a moment Lucius was conflicted, he did not want to kill a child, even if said child had killed his lord, and who's very existence killed, and sent countless of his friends to Azkaban. But despite his weakness he needed to do this, for the greater good.

Lucius looked at young Harry's clear green eyes, and just as he was about to fire the killing curse, and rid the world of the child- an idea popped into his head. It was a brilliant idea, and he couldn't understand how he had not come up with it prior.

If Harry Potter was indeed so powerful, and manage to kill the Dark lord at such a young age, then such a child will no doubt grow to be a powerful wizard one day- as powerful as the Dark lord he reckons. Now what could he do with such a powerful wizard on his side, especially if he raised Harry as his own son?

He could finally get the position of power he always craved for, and all of this was achievable through this child. All he had to do was raise the child correctly, and turn him into a real Malfoy- something he was certain he could do. Yes this was the most brilliant idea he had ever come up with, but if he wanted to make his plan come to life then he needed to act now.

Lucius lowered his wand, and Harry stopped wailing as soon as the wand was out of his face, and looked up at him in wonder once more- unafraid of the terrifying masked man in front of him. Lucius wasted no time, and graved young Harry from the cot, and fitted him snuggly into his arms, much like he did with Draco countless times.

With the child in his arms, Lucius headed towards the broken window, and looked down at the battlefield. And as he suspected the Aurors had arrived, and they were harshly taking the remaining death eaters into custody. One of said death eater was Bella, who screamed at the top of her lungs, as she was retrained like a beast, and was being dragged away by several Aurors.

Lucius felt guilty, but that feeling was soon wiped from his mind as he looked down, and saw that James, and Lily Potter were running towards the house at full speed. Worried, and fearful that he would get caught, Lucius stepped away from the window, and waved his wand in the usual movement to apparate.

And for a moment Lucius was worried that the wards would not allow him to apparate out of the house, but was then relieved as he felt the usual feeling of apparating, and left the house with young Harry in his arms.

Quite a lot happened on this chapter eh? And honestly i have to admit that i made Voldy, and Dumbledore a bit too powerful- but i really wanted to make this chapter really interesting, and write a really good fight between the two, and this is all i could come up with.

Also, in regards to James- I honestly think that he was a really powerful wizard, so that's why i made him so over powered as well.

So hope you liked this chapter, and see you maybe next week who knows, maybe eve tomorrow. :p