A Birth and A Death

"Lily Evans had met a charming man and was wanting one last night of freedom before it came time to shackle herself to the fool that was James Potter." Harry said, looking around at the shocked faces of his former friends, thinking that he has worshipped James Potter, not hated him the entire time.

(AN: From now on, it won't be Harry said, it'll be third person at the events, so we won't re-join the survivors until the end of the story)

Lily Evans saw the man looking at her from across the bar and decided to go and talk to him, after all, she wasn't married yet and he looked a little lonely she thought.

"Hi, I'm Lily, and you are?" She said as she approached the man, offering him her hand. The man looked at it and smiled, before kissing her hand.

"Enchante, mademoiselle. My name is Tom." The man said, fixing her with a look that made Lily's heart flutter in a way that she thought no man but James ever could.

"What are you doing here on a night like this? Isn't there a special lady in your life?" Lily asked, intrigued as to why such an enchanting and beautiful man was by himself.

"I'm afraid not, you see, I've never been one for women myself, I rarely get the chance to go out, I simply decided tonight was the right time to let loose a little." Tom said, Lily noticed he looked slightly bashful, but as she turned her head to order another drink, she missed the red gleam in Tom's eyes.

Several drinks later and Lily found herself falling more and more for the mysterious Tom. She wasn't James' property yet, and decided, she'd seize this chance and make it as magical for Tom as she hoped it would be for her.

She leant forward as Tom went for another drink and pressed her lips to him, moaning as he bit her bottom lip before pulling her further in, wrapping his arms around her. Lily murmured in his ear "Let's find somewhere more….secret?" She asked with a wink as she stumbled towards the door. Tom smirked and followed her, he needed an heir, and what better way to keep the bloodline replenished and magically strong than with a strong witch, even a mudblood like Evans?

They went to Lily's hotel room and had a night that left both of them satisfied in the morning. (AN: Tame I know, but I'm wanting to hurry along to Harry's birth, the mature scenes will be later and will mostly feature Harry) Tom slipped out of the room as Lily still slumbered, sure with the fertility potion he had slipped her and with the one he himself had drunk, she would soon be carrying an heir worthy of the great Salazar Slytherin, and once he was certain the babe would survive the birth and any complications near to it, he'd be back for his child.

The months passed, Lily married James to both of their delight, and they were even more delighted a few weeks later when Lily learned she was pregnant. It never occurred to her that the baby she was carrying may not be her husband's, but could be the child of the dark haired stranger she met one night in the bar. Eventually, they went into hiding, Dumbledore had warned them that a prophecy was made about their son, and that Voldemort would hunt them down, they fled to the little town of Godric's Hollow, and on October 31st 1980, Lord Voldemort discovered them.

Tom felt a rush as the wards fell around the house as he glided towards the doorstep. Finally, it was time. He had found his child, his son. Harry, she had named him. Harry Riddle would be a fine heir for the Dark Lord, he decided, as he unlocked the door with his wand.

James Potter ran at him, screaming that he'd hold Voldemort off. Without a wand? Voldemort tossed him aside with a quick killing curse and moved upstairs to where Lily had ran, barricading herself with the child. Snarling at the locked door, he began blasting at it, until finally the barricades gave way, he found Lily shielding Harry with her body, challenging Tom to cut through her to get to her son.

"Please, not my son, take me, kill me, just please, spare him, he's only a child." Lily begged as Voldemort approached.

"Why would I ever hurt my own son?" Voldemort asked her, smirking as her face clouded in confusion.

"Your son? He's James' son! I'd know if I slept with another man…." Lily trailed off remembering the stranger she had slept with that night. Voldemort simply waved his wand at the child and dropped the glamour he felt on him, the boys hair changed, to look less messy, he stopped looking like a clone of James Potter and looked more like a young Tom Riddle.

"H-How?" Lily said, looking at her son and Voldemort in shock.

"I suspect a glamour by Dumbledore." Voldemort said stiffly. "Will you surrender my son to me and come willingly, or will there be a complication?" Voldemort asked Lily, remembering the night of passion they had, and his promise to Severus, if he found Evans, he would offer her the chance to live, for his loyal servant.

"My son will NEVER go with you!" Lily cried as she threw herself at Voldemort.

"Avada Kedavra!" Voldemort screamed, blasting Lily with the killing curse and snuffing the life out of her. Voldemort approached Harry's crib with care and as he went to pick his son up, he heard a shot downstairs.

"JAMES!" came a shout, and Voldemort knew it was the mutt, Sirius Black. He quickly disillusioned himself and stood in the corner of the room, waiting to see what would happen. He saw Black cry over Lily as well, before moving and picking up Harry. HIS SON! Voldemort saw red but before he could curse Black, he heard the booming voice of Rubeus Hagrid.

"Give 'im to me Sirius, I need to take him to his aunt's. Dumbledore's orders."

"No, Hagrid, I'm his godfather, I'll care for him."

"Sorry Sirius, but Dumbledore said he's to go there."

Sirius cast his eyes around at the devastation and growled "Pettigrew. Take him to his Aunt, Hagrid, and take my bike, you'll be quicker. I need to go see an old friend." Sirius ran from the house in a hurry and as Hagrid went to take Harry, Voldemort acted.

"Imperio. You will take the baby I give you to the home of his Aunt. You will believe it is Harry. You will tell anyone who asks that it is Harry and you will not question this or remember this ever happened." With that he took Harry from Hagrid's arms, transfigured a piece of broken wood from the barricade and made it appear as if it was Harry, before giving it to Hagrid and sending him on his way.

Let the oaf give Dumbledore a stick of wood. Harry Riddle would be raised by his father, to be the perfect heir to a Dark Lord, and when the time came, Hogwarts and the Light itself would kneel before the Dark Lord and his heir.