Disclaimer: The Harry Potter universe does not belong to me, I am only borrowing these characters to tell a story.
Harry sat in his playpen and stared at his parents. He never thought that he would ever see his mother and was in awe at how beautiful she was. At the same time he was also extremely pissed off that Snape was his father. Nothing made sense to him anymore. All he knew was that he was in the body of his baby self and he needed to learn to use the toilet soon.
Lily sat having a coffee with her husband, noticing that her baby was looking at her and Severus a lot. She was a little confused; he was acting a lot differently than she was used to. Her husband seemed occupied as she tried to talk to him about her day. She was sick of hiding from dark wizards and was telling her husband exactly what she thought about being stuck in this cottage all day.
Severus rubbed his arm absentmindedly, feeling the itch of the mark he was forced to take recently. He half-listened to Lily as she ranted about staying in this small cottage while they had a perfectly good house in London. Nodding in the right places his mind was able to wander. He was disgusted with himself for having to lie to Lily about where Dumbledore made him go on assignment and annoyed with Dumbledore for making him go. The worst part of it all was he only remembered half of what he did. Something was not right.
~OMT~
Tom Marvolo Riddle stormed through the doors to the dining hall in Malfoy Mansion. He was feeling anxious about this prophecy Snape had told him. Snape was not his most trusted minion, but he had a lot of information on Dumbledore and he was a very good Potions Master, the youngest in Europe. This prophecy was bothering him immensely and his annoyance was not from who had told him.
No, he was annoyed because he was positive he did not know it all. He was not stupid, he knew that acting out the prophecy would probably be bad for him, but he also knew that this child was going to be a threat to him. But which child was going to be a threat? Would it be the pure-blooded baby, with the ridiculous last name? Or would it be the child with a mudblood for a mother?
He sat at the end of the table in the hall, waiting for his Death Eaters to arrive. Tonight was to be a meeting focussing on orchestrating an attack on Hogwarts. Voldemort was sick and tired of Albus Dumbledore being on his high hippogriff, and wanted to attack him in his fortress. He had decided on the Christmas holidays, as all the pure-bloods worthy would go home for holidays and hopefully plenty of mudbloods would stay at Hogwarts for their fun.
Thinking on his planned attack on Hogwarts, he thought of the prophecy again. It was never far from his thoughts. He wanted to take care of the issue before he took down Dumbledore, so he planned on visiting their place by Halloween. Somehow he figured that old Dumbles would probably protect these families using the Fidelius charm. Now he just had to find the secret keeper.
He thought on his new minion Severus and knew he was close to Lily Potter, the mother of one of the children who could be the subject of the prophecy. If he could have Snape look out for who the secret keeper was, it would probably be a lot easier to go after the Potter child. He even thought he would spare the life of the mudblood for the amusement of his newest Death Eater.
With his mind made up he sat up and watched his minions flow into their seats. Tonight was going to be a busy night of planning and he wanted to get it over with. He had his own business to conduct with one Severus Snape to look forward to.