A/N: Thank you, thank you, thank you! I got my first ever review this story! I'm motivated :). Next Chapter!
Disclaimer: My birthday's tomorrow. I will wish for the Harry Potter universe when I blow out my candles. But I will have to wait just one more day.
Voldemort strode briskly down a long winding street. It was Halloween, and bunches of costume-clad children ran from house to house laughing and trading candy.
One little boy dropped his bucket of candy on Voldemort's foot.
"Oh, I'm sorry—" The boy's words trailed to a stop when he looked into Voldemort's livid face. The boy did the safe thing. He ran away.
It took all of Voldemort's self-control not to hit the boy on the broad, unexposed part of his back with a "stray" jinx. Unfortunately, Voldemort had a job to do. He had to hurry and get it over with.
Voldemort turned and approached the last house on the street. Just days ago, before Pettigrew ratted—no pun intended (Voldemort did not like humor)—on his friends, Voldemort wouldn't be able to see the cozy little cottage. Now, however, he could see the olive green door, the curtained windows with flowerboxes blooming with gorgeous flowers underneath.
Voldemort approached the door and hesitated. Normally, he would've blown open the door without a second glance. But he'd promised Snape that he wouldn't harm James and Lily. Blowing the door up would surely bring them running and he would have no choice but to kill them.
Voldemort settled for a less-dramatic Alomohora instead.
The hall was dark. There was no sound throughout the entire house. Voldemort turned to the stairs.
The second floor was just as dark and quiet as the first. There were four doors. Two in the middle and one at the end.
A light was issuing from underneath one of the middle doors. The light darkened for a second, and Voldemort assumed someone was walking past it.
Voldemort pressed his ear to that door and could hear a deep voice, no doubt James's, saying, "—don't understand why, though Lily. It's not like they're going to—"
Voldemort moved away. Kill Harry and get out. Those words kept resounding in his head.
The second middle door was a bathroom. That left the one at the end. Voldemort crept closer.
The door opened easily. Inside, a cradle was set up in the corner. Harry was just visible, nestled in the blankets.
Voldemort stood over his potential enemy. "Avada—"
Then Harry woke up. He looked at Voldemort for a split second before he emitted the world's shrillest cry.
Voldemort stood there, wand still raised, mouth open in mid-incantation. The sound of the pounding footsteps of Lily and James spurred him into action. "Shut up, child!"
Harry paid no attention.
Lily and James burst into the room, wands aloft. Lily gasped when she saw who it was. James got a look of pure fury in his eyes. "Perfectus—"
"Expelliarmus!" Voldemort yelled before James finished the Full Body-Bind curse. James's wand flew out of his hand.
Lily's hand was shaking too much to do anything.
Voldemort turned to Harry to finish him off once and for all. Suddenly, Lily came out of nowhere. "No!" she yelled. "You can't have Harry!"
"Move aside, you silly girl," Voldemort said, irritated at the way this mission was going. "I can't very well kill Harry when you're standing there."
"No!"
"I just sent a Patronus to Dumbledore," James said, his voice icy and deadly quiet. "Give it up. The Order's coming any second."
Voldemort let out a huff of exasperation. Then, with one annoyed glance at Harry, Voldemort grabbed both Lily and James and Apparated on the spot.
A/N: Voldemort with attitude! Haha. The best birthday wish I could ask for would be a review or two.
