Authors Note: Sorry I'm slow updating, but I'll try to write longer chapters. So anyway I know the timeframe is off, so instead of Voldemort attacking harry when he was 1 he will attack earlier then expected.
Disclaimer: Everything belongs to J.K. Rowling
Lily Potter was sure that she would hate James Potter till the end of her days. She was sure Severus would be her best friend forever too. Well things change. Here she was wedding ring on her finger, sitting next to James and their twin baby boys. She had barley been a mother for a day and yet she couldn't love her babies anymore. Baby Nicholas was the first born of the twins, only a day old and he already had a tuft of dark red hair and his eyes seemed to have a brown hue, though it was too early to tell.
Yes, Nick would be the Potter heir thus most likely being the boy from the prophesy. Then there was Harry, her youngest boy, already he had the signature Potter mop of raven black hair, and bright green eyes like his mother. He would be loved and looking at both of angels sleeping in a small cot next to her hospital bed, Lily couldn't help but smile as she imagined watching them both grow up, watching Nick become a hero. Her brave boy would be the savior of the wizarding world she knew it, and Harry well…..he would support his brother of course.
"Nick Potter, our hero" she thought, yes she liked the sound of that.
Lily shook her head "No, I won't let the fame get to my head"
And so with a last glance at her baby boys Lily Potter went to a well-deserved rest, after promptly literally kicking her husband out of the room so that he could prepare the house for their arrival. After all carrying and then delivering twins was no easy job especially when she knew that they had nothing ready at home.
Miles and miles away from the cheery atmosphere of hospital room number 7, where two baby boys slept, stood a man glaring at a huddled figure who laid whimpering for mercy against a shabby brick wall. The man on the floor had dulled watery blue eyes, mousy blond hair, and a red face scrunched up in pain.
"You disappoint me Wormtail….Crucio!"
Standing before the huddled figure stood a tall man with snake like-features; he had slits for nostrils, and piercing red eyes that have been rumored to kill with just a glare.
"Look at you, begging for mercy, patheticyou shall die today" And so raising a long white bony hand, the words he so desperately craved to say on the tip of his tongue, Lord Voldemort was interrupted.
"Please, m-my lord, one more chance, I could k-k-kill the boys...p-please" Wormtail's back arched in pain as fire gleamed in Tom Riddell's eyes.
And then one could swear time stopped, the air went silent, and one could easily hear a pin drop from miles away. Wormtail held his breath not daring to move and inch, this was his end, and he knew it.
"You have failed to kill that Mudblood before those scums were birthed, and now you ask for another chance." Lord Voldemort let out a taunting laugh that could make anybody's heart stop in a second. "Pathetic Pettigrew pathetic, you have until hallows eve to give me the boys. I shall kill them, I shall see the light leave their eyes."
And so without a backwards glace he stalked out of the dungeon room delivering one last crucio, while savoring the sounds of the screams echoing across the stone walls.
He would rule the world, and rid it from those pathetic muggles and mudbloods. No he would not have wizard scum like those littering his precious world. He would be all powerful, and no one would stop him. Much less a child. Tom Riddle laughed at the idea of a mere child defeating him. With his wand held loosely yet menacingly at his side Lord Voldemort made his way to visit some of his favorite prisoners in his infamous dungeons.
Albus Dumbledore stood pacing in his office. Today was the day that the prophecy child was revealed. Neville Longbottom was ruled out when birthed at the 30th of July. Yes, the aged Headmaster was certain that the Potters held the child, but which one. His pacing ceased as he made his way to his desk where in a large bowl lay containing thousands of yellow lemony delights. It was no secret that the Professor adored the muggle candy lemon drops. He emptied the bowl in what seemed like seconds, resuming his pacing once more. The headmaster's eyes twinkled beyond belief as a spark of insight promised to bring the answers to his problems.
"It's Nick Potter!" thought the Headmaster. He was positive, it all made sense.
It was a common belief in the wizarding world that the eldest child of a family would hold more power than its siblings if any were produced. That or they could be born a squib, the Headmaster pushed the second notion aside and immediately went to the fireplace, where a life changing floo call was made.
James Potter lay on his couch, knocked out. His snores echoed through the empty house. Of course he would be tired, spending the whole day running up and down gathering friends and family here and there not to mentions his wife's rather dangerous mood swings. Everybody knew not to get on the bad side of Lily Evans now Potter he would think with a smile. Today he was literally thrown out of Saint Mungos by his wife in order to prepare for the arrival of the twins.
Who said being a father was easy, and now because of all the preparations he was bloody tiered. After a particularly loud snore the sleeping father was awoken by the arrival of a certain aged headmaster. Grunting James rolled around expecting a larger sleeping area provided by his bead and promptly fell of the floor with a thud.
"James, so good to see you, how does it feel like to be a father?" Asked the merry headmaster with a mad twinkle present in his clear blue eyes.
Rubbing his backside a sleepy James answered "At the moment professor it hurts."
Chuckling the headmaster turned the house lights on with a wave of his hand and conjured himself a chair.
"So what brings you hear Headmaster and at this late hour may I ask?" James plopped himself on the sofa and ran a hair through his messier than usual hair.
The headmaster's friendly look disappeared in a matter of seconds and the twinkle in his eyes dimmed severely. "I have reason to believe that Nicholas is the chosen one." Upon seeing James's horrified pale face he quickly added. "You should be proud James, he will be powerful, and will be the key to restoring peace in our world."
James turned away from the headmaster and stared at the flames in the fire place, fear flooded him. People would want to constantly hurt his son, always in danger, every second of every day. "He needs to be trained professor."
Dumbledore analyzed the new father in front of him. He would need to convince him to follow his plans. Only a day old and the aged professor had the beginnings of Nicholas Potter's life planed out. Nothing would ruin his plans, the boy would become powerful, he would defeat Voldemort, and tell the whole Wizadring world it was all thanks to him, Albus Dumbledore.
Putting a pensive face while discreetly pushing some magic into his next words the professor spoke "Nick will be fine, Hogwarts will train him, and he shall save the world. James you and Lily should be so proud, and as for Harry, well he would have the best brother anybody could wish for."
Dazed James Potter blinked a few times feeling reassured that Dumbledore was right.
"However at the moment your family is in danger, you need to cast a fidelius charm on your house, may I suggest Sirius Black as your Secret Keeper."
Dazed once more the raven haired man nodded as Dumbledore stood and left his company. Once drowsiness washed over him once more, and much needed sleep was welcomed.
Severus Snape stared at the night sky while rubbing his left forearm. Today he had lost his Lily forever; he would never love once more he was sure of it. Sighing he made a mental note to visit Madam Bones and discus the contents of the new prophesy with her. Yes, she was the only one in the ministry of fools that he trusted, not even Albus held his full trust. Shaking his head Severus was overcome by grief once more, he had chosen this path long ago he reminded himself and there was no turning back.
He spent long restless nights contemplating the contents of the Prophesy. If Dumbledore found out that the enemy shall guide him he would be capable of placing the child in a Death Eater's home, where would the world be then. He hated himself, keeping secrets from the world, he felt as if falling through a deep hole, creating a web of lies. Already he had been playing the role of a double agent, while maintaining half of a rather life changing prophesy a secret.
"Why is my life so miserable, at only 21 years of age and I feel like I'm bloody 100 years old." He thought bitterly.
Life was never fair when you were Severus Snape, abused as a child, watched your father murder your mother, and lose the love of your life to your worst enemy. Yes, Snape hated James Potter more than he hated Voldemort and that was saying something. He had the nerve to steal the love of his life after tormenting both of them for countless years. A tear slid down his face and with a start the man realized that this was the first tear he shed in countless years.
2 months later
So much had changed in such little time for the Potters. The fact that the Potters had twins, thus making them a larger threat for having the chosen child, had Voldemort on edge. The family had to go into hiding one year earlier than anticipated almost immediately after the boys were born. Time alone, cooped up in a house also gave the happy couple countless free time. Yes, it was during all this extra time that they both speculated on the new prophesy. It seemed like the fates hated them hurling prophesy after prophesy at one of their children.
"The red wildflower?" they would think.
"Perhaps she has red hair, and her name was that of a flower?" they would ask. It was this theory that would send James into a roaring laughter that was soon followed by a Potters love redheads comment.
Exceptionally tiered the young parents went to sleep early reassured that Peter was the best secret keeper and that he would protect them. Nether knew that their lives were about to change forever on this Hallows eve.
Outside of a cozy cottage in Godric's Hallow stood a tall figure, he was the most feared man in the world, and he was ready to kill. His red eyes crackled with visible fire, as he saw the lights die in the last of the lit windows in the pathetic excuse of a house. Walking confidently yet quietly towards the house Lord Voldemort was ready to end the life of the person who thought could end his. He sneered in distaste as he entered the unsuspecting couple's home.
"This is too easy," he thought, "Did they really think that these weak wards were any match for my power."
He walked slowly yet menacingly towards the nursery room precisely where Peter described it to be. Together in the same crib were two baby boys barley 2 months old, one had red hair peeking out from under a baby cap, and the other had a small thin tuft of black hair.
He raised his wand, and stared at the boys. "Which one should I kill first?" He thought.
He was shaken from his musings when one of the boys awoke and stared at the man in front of his with innocent green eyes, which already held power. The baby then sent him what could be taken as a glare charged with so much power that Tom Riddell almost flinched. Almost being the keyword.
"The nerve of that brat," Thought the Dark Lord, "This is surely the prophesy child."
Raising his wand towards the infant he spoke the words feared by many, "Avada Kedavra." He waited eagerly for the death of the child that he already despised. However, he never did learn the name of the baby he had fired the curse towards, and this would later be the biggest mistake of his life.
Just as the green jet left Voldemort's wand it met a golden barrier where from behind the child looked angrily at the man before him."
Screaming in pain as his own curse rebounded and hit him. The Dark Lord felt his soul tear from his body and was met with a blanket of darkness. Left as nothing but a mere vapory substance Voldemort fled from the house that was slowly crumbling. Inside the destroyed nursery, Harry Potter slowly loss consciousness, as his brother awoke screaming when a piece of rubble cut a jagged pattern underneath his right eye. Seconds earlier Lily and James Potter awoke to an explosion and screaming dreading that their worst fears had become reality.
Racing across the hall they panicked at the sight of a half demolished house and one of their babies screaming bloody murder. Seconds later Lily held a crying Nick while inspecting the blood on his face and the curios scar it would leave behind on his tender skin. While both parents were fawning over Nick neither noticed a small lightning bolt shape scar form within an elaborate heart shaped mark of sorts on the left shoulder blade of an infant Harry.
"Lily, Its Nick, he's the chosen one!" Exclaimed the bewildered bespectacled man.
Already overwhelmed by the feeling of fame a dazed Lily forgot all about her youngest son "Let's go we need to speak to Dumbledore, he can tell us what to do! Oh James it looks like our baby defeated you-know-who. "
Quickly apparating, 3 people left the ruined house in the middle of the night, leaving behind a lone baby boy, this would be the first of many times that young Harry Potter would be forgotten.
Albus Dumbledore was sleeping when one of the many delicate silver trinkets in his office flashed a brilliant red. Jumping out of bed at a speed on elderly man could never hope to possess. With a million thoughts and worries flashing through his head the professor hoped for the survival of the family that was key to defeating Voldemort. Just as he was about to leave his name reached his ears, followed by two shuffling feet and a small child's scream.
"Professor, he came…..Nick's…alive….scar" was all James Potter managed to stutter before fainting.
Dumbledore looked gravely at the trio in front of him. After inspecting the lightning bolt shaped scar beneath the boy's right eye, Dumbledore came to one conclusion.
"Lily, you should be so proud, Nick IS the chosen one. His training shall begin as soon as he turns 4." Said the headmaster already thinking about the search for the red Wildflower, and the extra fame he would receive once it was known that he was this family's mentor.
The red head nodded weakly muttering an enervate towards her passed out husband. Her life had changed so much, her love and adoration towards her eldest son grew millions more than it already had, making him the light of her eyes. Anything that had to do with Harry would be insignificant and small compared to what her other son had done at the tender age of 2 months.
The news that young Nicholas Potter had killed Voldemort spread throughout the world quickly, and that night thousands celebrated a new era. Yes, it was a new era and sleeping Harry's life was soon to change in the coming years, but for now he slept among a mass of falling rubble, with the wind traveling through the house bringing the welcomed change into the air.