A/n:

Hello everyone! I hope you enjoyed the prologue. Here is chapter one of the story.

Have fun!

Disclaimer:

I do not own Harry Potter or any of the others. I wish I did though.

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Chapter one: Thy Change Comith

Severus Snape walked purposefully down the halls of Hogwarts. He had been called to the Headmaster's office, and he could tell from Albus's voice that the news would not be good. Lord Voldemort was at his peak of power and everyday, someone was lost. It made Severus angry to know that sometimes he participated in the killings. Being a spy was not an easy job, but it had to be done. The Order of the Phoenix needed inside information and he was the only one available to get it.

"Starburst," he said and the gargoyle guarding the headmaster's office jumped aside. He went up the moving staircase and arrived at the oak door with a griffin carved upon it. Before he could even rays his hand to knock, the door opened.

"Severus, thank you for coming so fast," Albus said gravely. Severus nodded and took a chair on the side opposite his mentor.

"What is it Albus?"

"I am afraid that I need you to check up on the Potters for me."

"And why, may I ask?" he unintentionally snapped.

"Because my boy, I believe that they have been found by Lord Voldemort."

"Wouldn't I have been notified?"

"Not necessarily. This is something that has been obsessing Tom for a long time. He wants this victory to himself and probably won't take any death eaters or tell them for that matter." Severus thought about it and knew that Albus was, as usual, right.

"I see. When should I leave?"

"Right now if it's no trouble."

"Alright, I'll report back as soon as I can."

"Thank you my boy," came the sad reply as Severus headed off.

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Lily Potter sat on the couch with Harry in her lap. He was babbling nonsense words to her and she was laughing softly in delight. She knew that Harry would grow up to be a strong man and a powerful wizard. Now though, he was just her baby.

Lily wondered where James had gotten too and stood up to look for him. Just as she was about to open the door to the next room, it flew open, nearly knocking her over. She screamed and clutched Harry to her chest.

"Oh, Lily, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to almost hit you, but we have a problem."

"What is it?" Lily asked, frightened.

"He's coming."

"Vol, he's, coming, here?"

"Yes, and you and Harry need to run. I will hold him off."

"No James, I won't leave you!" she cried, throwing her arms around him so that Harry was between them."

"Lily, I must. I do not want you to die. I'd rather die than have you and Harry die."

"No! I'll wait in the nursery, I'll…"

"He'll find you up there. Please, for me, run?" he was pleading now.

"Alright James. I will run with Harry. I love you and hope to see you again."

"As do I my flower. Now, go! He's here!"

Lily made for the door with Harry in her arms. His emerald green eyes were looking up at her with a kind of knowing that unnerved her. At the moment though, she had no time to spare for her son's knowing eyes. She was to the door when she heard it. A high, cold laugh rang out somewhere in the house. It sent shivers up her spine and she felt Harry's small hand clutch her shirt tight.

"It's ok my Harry. We'll make it, we'll surely make it." She clung to that hope with all of her heart. Even if she didn't make it, she hoped Harry would. She would do anything to ensure her son would live.

Looking out the window, Lily could see that there was no way they could escape. Death eaters were surrounding the house and she could see something in front of the door. Then it burst inward with a shower of sparks and Lily hit the floor to protect herself and Harry. She wriggled backwards under a table and hid, watching as Lord Voldemort strode into the room, ignoring the splinters of wood under his feet. There stood James and it seemed that those red eyes were for him alone.

"Well, if it isn't James Potter." Hissed Voldemort in a low voice that sent shivers through the whole family.

"Yes, Voldemort. It is I. I will not let you kill my wife and child." Voldemort only laughed that cold evil cackle of his.

"No no fool. It isn't your family I want. It is you. You, who is the heir of Gryffindor and Hufflepuff, You who have ruined my plansssssss countlesssssss timesssss," he hissed a mad gleam in his red snake eyes. "There is only one way for you to get out of dying and that is to serve me."

"What about the rest of my family?" James asked coldly.

"I will have your lovely wife as my queen. I do need an heir for my throne. Harry will die. I can't let the future heir of all the founders save Slytherin live now can I?"

"Then I will not serve you. I will not serve the man who plans to kill my son and take my wife as merely a pet!" he said with venom in his voice, not flinching as Voldemort took out his wand and pointed it at him.

"I gave you a chance and you chose not to take it. Sssssssso, die you fool! Avada Kedavra!" The green light rushed toward James who couldn't have moved even if he had the chance. He fell with a thump and even before he hit, Voldemort had lost interest in the man. He turned in a slow circle before staring at the exact place where Lily hid with her son.

"Come out my flower. I shall not hurt you as long as you hand over the boy. You need not die, only him."

Anger took Lily at the thought of Voldemort taking her boy and killing him. He expected her to simply give him up and watch him die? No, that would not happen. She would die before watching that. So she stepped out, fairly glowing with rage and love for Harry, her son.

"Give me the boy," he hissed, stretching out his arms. Lily took a step back in horror and revulsion.

"No, I will not. He is my baby and I would protect him with my life and I am not your flower."

"You silly girl. You need not die. It would be a shame to kill you. Now, stand aside! Stand aside now and let me have the little Potter!" Lily did the last thing she could think of, the thing she would not ordinarily do.

"Please, have mercy! Have mercy, don't take Harry! Noooo, he's my baby! Take me instead! Not Harry, not Harry!" This had absolutely no affect on the

cold hearted snake. He raised his wand to point at Lily.

"You could have been a good queen for me had you cooperated, but no matter. I will have the boy. Avada Kedavra!" Again the green light came and Lily Potter fell victim to the curse that not one soul could survive.

Harry, who had been in his mother's arms screamed as they tumbled backwards and landed with a thump on the hard floor. Luckily his mummy was there to protect him. She always had been and the boy was sure she always would be. He turned and looked at her. She didn't react to a gentle tap on her nose from Harry's small hand.

"Mummy? Daddy? Hawwy scawed." There was no reaction from either of the people who had never ignored him before. He began to wail, but stopped at a chill behind him. He turned and stared up at the red-eyed man.

"Yes Harry Potter. I am Lord Voldemort. Remember my face, for it will be the last thing you see in this life." The man or whatever he now was raised his wand to perform the killing he had wanted to perform for the last year, ever since he heard of part of the prophecy. "Avada Kedavra!"

The green light shot out of the wand and toward the little boy who sat on his mother's corps. He put out his hands, as if to ward off the light that had taken away his parents. Harry could hear a scream, a high piercing one that didn't belong to him. He realized that his eyes had closed and opened them.

The Red-eyed man, Voldemort, Tom Riddle, most feared wizard since Grindelwald was ablaze with his own curse. Harry could see him melting or something like it. The green light had sunk through his skin and consumed him. Soon, as Harry watched, the light abated and nothing remained of Lord Voldemort but a memory of loving parents taken away.