Second chapter is up and running! Hope you enjoy it! Warning: Slight spoilers for "Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows.
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Chapter Two: Journey through Godric's Hollow
October 31st 1981.
It's Halloween night at the quiet village of Godric's Hollow. The children are out in their costumes trick-or-treating; the parents are keeping tabs on their kids making sure they do more treating than tricking; and the teenagers are out hanging with friends tripping local legends, telling ghost stories, and watching spooky movies. For them, this night was like any other Halloween, but unbeknownst to them, something terrible was about occur. Something none of them could possibly imagine.
A man was walking down the street at Godric's Hollow. This man was tall, thin, and had an aura of darkness around him. He was wearing a long, hooded black robe that trailed the ground behind him. In the inside pocket of this robe, he carried with him a long wand that looked as if it was carved out of a bone instead of wood. His face looked like as if it came out of a nightmare. His skin was deathly white, his nose was nothing but slits, his teeth were like tombstones, but the worst part were his eyes. They reminded you of snake-eyes, the color was a cold blood-red, the pupils were narrowed like a cats-eye, and when you stared into them, it seemed as if you were looking into a cold pit of death. This man was Lord Voldemort.
The night was windy and damp, two children dressed as pumpkins skipping across the square, and the shop windows covered in paper bats, all the tawdry Muggle trappings of a world in which they not believe existed…. And he was gliding along, that sense of purpose and power and rightness in him that he always knew on these occasions...Not anger…that was for weaker souls than him… but triumph, yes…. He had waited for this, he had hoped for it for the longest time…
A small boy about the age of six came up to Voldemort He was dressed as a pirate and carried his bag of treats in one hand while his other hand clasped a cardboard sword. He was amazed at the stranger's costume. "Nice costume mister!" he cried with delight. Voldemort saw the child's smile disappear as he ran close enough to see what was beneath the cloak's hood, and he saw the fear cloud hid eye-patched face. Then the boy turned and ran away. Beneath his robe, Voldemort fingered the handle of his wand. One simple movement and the children would never reach his mother….but unnecessary, quite unnecessary….
Voldemort turned and moved along a new and darker street, and now his destination was within his sight at long last. The Fidelius Charm that had been cast upon it was broken, though the owners did not know it yet. Voldemort had been searching for this family for almost a year now. Normally he would not waste his time searching for just one insignificant family, but the Potters were different. James Potter and his wife Lily were members of the Order of the Phoenix, and had escaped him on multiple occasions. But it wasn't them he was after. No, it was their son he wanted.
A spy within Dumbledore's organization had told him that there was reason to believe the little Harry Potter could cause the downfall of the Dark Lord. The spy's information had always been correct, so Voldemort started searching for the one-year old boy. Unfortunately for him, the Potters realized that they were next on Voldemort's hit list. Therefore, they had taken measures to ensure that the Dark Lord would never find them.
The Fidelius Charm ensured their complete safety. The magic invoked one single person to keep the secret of the Potters hiding place. Voldemort couldn't find the Potters even if he pressed his face against their front window as long as their Secret-Keeper never revealed the secret of where they were. But the Potters had chosen the wrong person as their Secret-Keeper. He had turned traitor and joined Voldemort and his loyal Death-Eaters. Voldemort smiled evilly as he recalled their Secret-Keeper Peter Pettigrew telling him were he could find the Potter family.
Now here he stood. In front of the small cottage where the Potters lived. One year of searching had finally brought him here. Now Voldemort would be able to eliminate the greatest obstacle in is path to ultimate power. He made less noise than the dead leaves slithering along the pavement as he drew level with the dark hedge in front of him, and stared into the house.
They had not drawn the curtains; he could see them quite clearly in their small sitting room. The tall black-haired man wearing glasses who was making colored puffs of smoke erupt from his wand for the entertainment of the small black-haired boy sitting on the couch in his blue pajamas. The small child giggled with delight as he tried to catch the colorful smoke in his tiny fist. If someone else was looking into the house, they would consider the scene touching and cute. But not Lord Voldemort. He had lost his sense of humanity long ago, and his heart was as cold as ice in Antarctica.
A door opened and the child's mother came in. She was saying words he could not hear, her long dark-red hair falling all over her face. Potter then picked up their son and handed him to his mother. He tossed his wand on the couch and stretched, yawning….
The gate creaked slightly as Voldemort pushed it open, but James Potter did not hear it. His bone-white hand pulled out the wand hidden in his cloak and pointed it out at the door. After performing a non-verbal spell, it burst open….
Author's Note: I hope you have enjoyed the second chapter of this fan fic. Yes, I know some of the content is derived from the seventh book so don't sue me. I added my own flare to it, so it's not really plagiarism right? Anyway, if you want the next chapter up soon, be sure to leave plenty of nice reviews!
