AN- Wass everyone surprised at the end of chapter 5, (or just offended)? I'm aware that Rowling's origin of Hermoine is diff. but give me time and it will work out, I already have that part written. Anyway, sorry I have to jump around time for this fic, but it is really just an explanation of gaps in the books and untold stories. One last thing… REVIEW! REVIEW! REVIEW! REVIEW! REVIEW! REVIEW! REVIEW! REVIEW! Did I mention I need you to REVIEW?!?!

By the time the Potter's had returned to their secret home, it was close to midnight. "I told you we should have taken a port key or flu powder James."

"How was I supposed to know the Gremlin Bridge would be out?"

"It was wizarding rush hour! I suspect you also didn't know that everyone else would be flying their cars home from work! It was bumper to bumper traffic, you're lucky Harry didn't cry the whole time!" Despite the uproar, Lilly couldn't help but smirk at her husband. "You're just a typical man; you couldn't even stop and ask that seraph if we were getting off at exit 32 and 2/5 or 32 and 2/3!"

It was James' turn to look smug. "Well at least I would have been able to find the map without having to empty out my entire purse! What do you keep in that thing?"

"Remains of my ex-husbands who asked too many questions and got lost much too easily..." she joked. James wrapped his arms around Lilly from behind, making her squeal in delight.

Harry was already sleeping upstairs; James' medallion around his neck, and the lightening bolt symbol resting squarely on his forehead. He had fallen in love with the cold-metallic feeling of it on his smooth skin and had pressed it onto every large area of his body, from his feet up. By the time he pushed it against his forehead he had collapsed in a dreamless sleep with a tired smile on his face.

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Three hours later, Harry awoke to a loud sound downstairs, followed by screaming. Staying perfectly still, he glanced at the door, too afraid to cry, nor move. With a heavy grunt and thud, the door smashed open, shattering wooden fragments throughout the room.

One of these xyloid pieces landed inches from Harry's head, piercing his pillow in an explosion of fluffy cotton. Lilly ran into the room after the door had cracked completely and stepped in between Harry and the now open door. She raised her wand, and pointed it into the hall. "James, hurry!"

Coming from out of Harry's line of sight, James limped into the room, dragging one leg behind him, breathing shallowly and drenched in blood… Most of which was his own. He collapsed in the corner of the room, facing the door and also raised his wand to the corridor. Red, green, and black bolts flew into the room from the open door, two glancing off the floor at James' feet, and one landing above his head, chipping a large piece of plaster from the wall. Seconds before it could crush him, Lilly spun her wand around and shouted "reparo," fixing the wall, and never taking her eyes off of the door. James was firing spells into the hallway acting on the offensive, while Lilly continuously cast "protego" charms.

Groans and cries of pain issued from the hallway, before an outraged voice thundered two horrifying words. "Avada Kedavra," he snarled. A flash of green light shown in Harry's bedroom for a second, making him squint. He opened his eyes only to find his mother screaming spell after spell back into the hallway, each one reflected by the snarling voice's counter-curses.

Lilly cowered slightly, enabling Harry to see a shadow march into the doorway, surrounded by several smaller silhouettes. "It'ssss no ussssse Evanssss," he hissed, "you're outnumbered, ten to one. Although I don't know what Trelawney'ssss profeccccy wasss. I know it wassss about your boy. I will not be the Kronussss to your Zeusss! He even wearssss a lightening bolt, as the final insssult! I thank you Pettigrew for leading me here, but now the choiccccce reliesss on Lilith. Ssssave yourssself. I will not follow. Jussst leave and I will not follow. Either way your boy will die. Sssseverussss, hold her while I take the child."

The young wizard on his left did not move for several seconds. He looked unsure, before finally walking over to do as his master commanded. Pin-straight hair fell across his pale face as he edged his way forward, but was stopped by Lilly's quiet whimperings.

"What did you sssay Evansss?"

Lilly whimpered quietly again. Then she picked up her head, wiping tears away from her dark face and even darker eyes. "I SAID, over my dead body!!!!"

Pettigrew snickered and Snape fell back into line with his master. "That can be arranged," the snickering mouse-faced Death Eater called out.

Lilly rose to her feet and ran to Harry's side, ducking under the spells cast at her. Raising a wand to the lightening bolt medallion Lilly pressed it against his forehead. She bent down and whispered "I love you Harry," into his ear, and then shouted "Protego ultimo" with her last dying breath, as a bolt of green light swam towards her. Riddle lowered his wand, blowing green smoke off of the tip, and smiling.

As he approached Harry, Lord Voldemort lowered his hood, causing the baby to gasp. The pale, pointed eared murderer had no nose and a long, forked tongue. He was a monster by every sense of the word. Staring into those red eyes, Harry saw the pupils dilate. "No one will ever defeat me… I am INVINCIBLE!!!! AVADA KEDAVRA!"

At first it seemed as though nothing had happened. No green light issued from Riddle's wand. However, seconds later, Harry screamed in pain as his necklace began to bubble on his forehead. The wails continued, even as the lightening bolt melted into his skin.

It was then that Voldemort's midsection began to glow green. The neon light shone out of his black cloak and shed an eerie bright luminance over the entire room. It spread in all directions, engulfing his entire body and drenching the house in its emerald radiance. When all of the dark lord was hidden under its green glow, a bright white light blasted out of him. When its blinding brilliance was finally extinguished, it imploded on itself, converging on a shrieking Tom Riddle; leaving behind Harry, the Death Eaters, and a smoking cloak… Nothing else. Lord Voldemort had vanished.

For several seconds the Death Eaters remained there, blinking the dots out of their eyes, gaping at the spot their master once stood. Suddenly, as one, they turned and fled the house, shrieking cries of pure horror. By the time Hagrid got there, aside from Harry, (still crying at the necklace molded to his head), the house was empty.