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Italics= memories/dreams

'Thoughts'

"Parseltongue"

"Different language"

"Regular speech"

Narrator

NARRATOR POV:

The darkest wizard of his generation, Lord Voldemort, also known as Tom Marvolo Riddle, walked at a leisurely pace to the house that he had walked by many times, but could only now see. Inside, he could sense four presences. He had picked today of all days as Peter Pettigrew had told him that there was a required meeting of the Order of the Phoenix, which the Potter parents were a part of. That meant that the house was empty except for Dorea and Charlus Potter, and the two infants, Harry and Matthew Potter. Seeing as Dorea and Charlus were old, he was confident that he could brush them off with ease.

When he stepped up to the front door, he blasted it away with a powerful bombarda and saw Charlus rushing toward him. Lord Voldemort cast a quick Avada Kedavra, the green light hitting him in the chest, making him drop to the ground, dead. Dorea must have heard the thud of the body because she started screaming Charlus's name. 'Stupid,' the Dark Lord thought, as now he knew exactly where she and the children were. He headed towards the screaming Dorea and cast another quick death curse, making her crumple to the floor, lifeless. Behind her, he saw two boys. One was about four, with only a few strands of black hair. He saw that he wasn't crying, only looking at him curiously. Matthew, however, was about one year old. He was bawling his eyes out, making so much noise that Voldemort would do just about anything to make it stop. So, he brought his wand up and pointed it at the bawling three-year-old. But, to his amazement, just as he said the killing curse, the elder Potter dove in front of his brother, shielding him from the deadliest curse known to wizardkind. Voldemort was so shocked that he didn't realize until too late that the green curse was coming back at him. He felt nothing as the curse that was never meant for him came right back at him, and Voldemort never felt so afraid. He was paralyzed by fear, so he didn't say a word. Before Harry's eyes, Lord Voldemort disintegrated, leaving only his wand and robe behind.

SAME TIME, No. 12 GRIMMAULD PLACE

James Potter felt a warning in his head. He knew this could only mean one thing. Peter, his lifelong friend, had betrayed him and his family in the worst possible way. He stood up, startling everyone in the room. His wife, Lily Potter nee Evans looked up at him with a question in her eyes. James shouted, "Pettigrew betrayed us!" pointing an accusing finger at the betrayer of his family. At this exclamation, every person in the room turned to their rat-faced friend with looks of hatred on their face. Dumbledore, thinking on his feet, said "Incarcerous!" and thick ropes bound Pettigrew. He then proceeded to calmly state, "Stupefy" knocking Pettigrew unconscious so he couldn't transform and scurry away. Lily, James, and Albus-too-many-names-to-say-Dumbledore apparated to Godric's Hollow.

When they got there, the only sign of struggle they saw was a shattered door. Lily frantically sprinted up to the nursery, and Albus and James soon followed. Lily screamed with joy when she saw that her two baby boys were alive and relatively unharmed. The only visible damage was the scar that now lay on Matthew's forehead. The scar was somewhat eye-shaped, and Lily looked at it and immediately saw the ancient Egyptian rune of protection, the Eye Of Horus. Dumbledore saw it and declared after some thought, "All behold the Boy-Who-Lived, Matthew Potter!" The one thing that no one knew was that the only thing that could create a rune like that was the love of a sibling, and you couldn't cast it on yourself. That's when they noticed the smoldering cloak and wand on the floor. Lily and James both gasped, as everyone recognized the wand. "Does this mean that he is finally dead?" asked James. Dumbledore replied in a grandfatherly voice, "No, my dear boy. It does not. Eventually, Voldemort will return and Matthew must be ready when he does." James and Lily both looked up questioningly. "We must train him for when he returns, and make sure he is prepared. In my opinion, he shouldn't be distracted" continued Dumbledore. James turned to Lily. "Would your sister be willing to take Harry until he turns 11?" Lily stared at him in disbelief for a second, but it quickly vanished. "Possibly" Lily replied. "She could always use extra hands with the house." Little did they know that their eldest son and heir was staring at both his parents with a look of hatred and betrayal on his face.

Dumbledore quickly agreed to send Harry to the Dursleys, and then they took Harry and Matthew downstairs. James looked at the body of his parents quickly and with little remorse. The only thing in his mind now was the amount of money they would be able to make of his youngest, and to him, only son.

TIME SKIP, 1 WEEK LATER

HARRY'S POV

All week at Potter Manor he had been neglected. Everyone was fawning over his brother, "The Boy-Who-Lived". Harry was quickly getting annoyed. He had started making his own meals, as his so-called "parents" didn't want him at the table with him while they were with his brother. However, the day Harry should have seen coming finally came. His parents said they were going on a car trip,

He was starting to get excited as he drove by sprawling muggle suburbs and packed cities. Eventually, he saw a sign that read, "Welcome to Little Whinging, Surrey!". They finally stopped at the most normal house he had ever seen, with a sign that said, "The Dursleys" on the mailbox. His mother parked the car, and they all walked to the front door. His mother said, "Alright Harry. You're about to meet my sister. Be polite, as you will be staying with her for a while." Harry stared in disbelief at his mother until she rang the doorbell. Harry put on an uncaring mask and faced who he would live with for at least seven years.

When the woman with a terribly thin face came outside, his first thought was that she looked like a horse. Then her face contorted into anger when she spotted Lily. "What are you doing here?" screeched the horse. Lily, calm and composed, said, "We would like for you to take care of our son until he reaches Hogwarts age, and possibly even after that." Petunia snorted and spat, "If you think I would ever let a FREAK like you in the house then you are more mental than I thought!" Lily looked pleadingly at her sister. "Please Petunia, what if we pay you £1000 a week to take care of him?" Petunia's eyes suddenly turned greedy. "Alright we'll take the freak." Harry suddenly fully realized what was happening, and looked at his parents with pure anger on his face. Lily looked a bit torn but James didn't care at all. Harry stormed into the house and when Petunia tried to stop him, he rammed straight through.

He heard a young boy who looked like a baby whale call out to the horse, "What's he doing in here?" Petunia said, "The freak will be staying with us for sometime Duddikins, don't worry, Mummy will always love you" she smirked at Harry before slamming the door in her sister's face.

From that day onward, the only solace the young Harry found was books, and the thought of revenge.

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Beta'd by DarthBob842 on 4/11/20