Chapter 3

Dudley, who had been quiet until then, spoke up, "B-b-but…why would you want to kill Harry? He's just a regular kid."

"This boy is the reason I cannot live in peace." Lord Voldemort hissed. "He must die, and if you keep talking you will join him."

That was the last time Harry heard Dudley speak that night. Harry was still on the ground, his scar still burning. He knew he had to be brave, for Dudleys sake, so he pushed himself us and silently grabbed his knife.

"If I'm just a regular boy why am I the reason you can't live in peace? I don't even know you!" Harry found himself getting unexplainably angry with the stange man. How dare he accuse Harry of being some stranger's problems!

"Don't tell me you don't know…" Lord Voldemort sounded confused, and also amused.

"Don't know what?" Harry wondered angerly.

"The story of how your pathetic parents were killed."

"Hey! Watch it!" Harry yelled. "My parents weren't pathetic! And they weren't killed, they died because of a car accident. It wasn't their fault."

The "wizard" began to laugh. It was a very evil, very maniacal cackle. Suddenly, he stopped and began to get angry.

"How dare I not get credit…I did that." He whispered. He paused for a moment. "I KILLED YOUR PARENTS BOY!"

Harry felt as if he was punched in the throat. All of his air had left him and he suddenly couldn't breathe. His gaze fell upon Dudley whose mouth was hanging open in fear and confusion. He too had grown up believing his aunt and uncle died in a car crash. Harry looked from Dudley to Lord Voldemort.

"Excuse me?" He asked.

"That's right, Potter. I killed Lily and James Potter." He spoke proudly, then began to cackle. "They were not a part of the Death Eater. I had to kill them. The wouldn't join me." His voice became distant, then, he seemed to snap back into the present. "They refused to follow and praise me. Death was the only option." The wizard let his eyes fall onto a silently crying Harry. He seemed to forget the boy was only ten and still had feelings. "WHY DO YOU CRY BOY? Are you sad because you found out your Mummy and Daddy were weaker than you thought?" He teased Harry.

"NO!" shouted Harry. "They were stronger than I thought! My parents were and still are the strongest people I know of. Not even a silly story can change that!" Harry spoke very proudly. Voldemort was not amused. This statement just pissed him off. Voldemort suddenly pulled out his wand and pointed it right between Harry's eyes.

"Lets see how strong you are then, Potter." He was very sarcastic. Harry's grip on his knife tightened as he lifted it, readying himself to throw it if he had to. However, something caught his eye outside of the window. It seemed to be something flying. Something he couldn't identify. The man raised his wand.

"Now, it is time I finished my work. Like father, like son." Harry closed his eyes. He knew it was only a matter of time before he would be dead and so would Dudley. The only good thing Harry could think of was that he would finally be with his parents.

"I'm sorry." Harry whispered at Dudley.

"AVADA-" The man began. But suddenly there was a crash through the window and the man was suddenly kicked to the ground with an ARGGGGG. When Harry opened his eyes there was a straggly silhouette of a man standing in Dudley's broken window. He stepped out of the light and smiled at Harry. His teeth were broken and yellowed. His hair looked like he had not brushed it in years and his beard was overgrown. He wore tattered clothes. Despite his appearance, he still looked friendly and kind. He extended his hand to Harry.

"Hello Harry. I am Sirius Black."