The Enigma
Hello to anyone who reads this, The Enigma is my first story and I'd love to hear constructive feedback. I think I already have the plot laid out in my head, but if you have a request for future stories or changes to this one, then please feel free to comment and share. This story will probably have about 10-20 chapters depending on the feedback I get, also this is not a lemon. 'The Enigma' will be a Harry Potter Fanfiction with a bit of a twist. I know that a lot of people have already made "Wrong-sibling-who-lived" stories, but I wanted to create one of my own.
I don't own Harry Potter or any of these characters, they belong to JK Rowling respectively.
This story will start in 1981, on that fateful Halloween night. Both Harry and his sister Daisy, will be 6 months old.

Chapter 1: Interference
"Lily, take the children, he's here!", James yelled before quickly grabbing his wand and locking the front door. That didn't do too much good though, because the door was blasted off its hinges with a "Bombarda" from the notorious Dark Lord. James raised his wand to attack, but he was hit with a stunner before he could even open his mouth. "Pathetic excuse for a wizard", were the only words that left Voldemorts mouth as he took his time on the steps leading to nursery. Voldemort didn't particularly like killing purebloods, even if they were bloodtraiters. In The Dark Lords mind, the only way to get his message across to the wizarding world, was to completely get rid of those unworthy of magic. Magic was a great gift, that was only given to the strong and dominant.

While all of this was happening, a hooded figure watched from the window with a sad expression. Underneath this hood, was nothing but a skull, with eye sockets filled with darkness. There was slight illusion of ghostly skin, stretched tight over his cheekbones. Old scars and wounds could barely be seen because of the transparency, but they showed just how much he'd been through. This aged man, was Death, and he was not pleased. Voldemort has been sending many people to an early grave, and Death had to deal with them. He floated up to the second floor to peer through the window. There were two infants in the room, each in their respective cribs. One baby was a girl with auburn hair and hazel eyes. She had her fathers eyes and her mothers hair, and she didn't give off any impressive magical signatures. The other child however, he was different. This was the kid in the prophecy, Death was sure of it. The little boy gave off magic like no one else. He had black hair and bright green eyes, and magic practically rolled off of him in waves. Death knew that he couldn't let the kid die at the hands of The Dark Lord. That's when it happened, the green eyed child turned his head and looked right at him. He gazed straight into his empty eye sockets and stared.

"He powerful for his age isn't he?", a voice beside him drawled. Death looked to his right and saw his counterpart, Destiny.
Destiny was a beautiful young girl, who appeared to be around 10 or 11 years of age. She was wearing a white robe with gold lining, and a golden clasp over the collar. She was floating beside death with a bright smile and her eyes were trained on the small boy in the crib. Her looks were very deceiving though, and Death knew what she really was. He knew how she spun the webs of fate like a great spider, and how she laughed at the misfortune she caused for those who cheated their destiny. Destiny could be your best friend one second, and your worst enemy the next.

"He can't be killed you know" destiny spoke out into the cold October air "His destiny doesn't end here."

"I'm aware, I'm just here to stop the aftermath of this event." Death said as he raised his hand in front of them.

A little green light left his hand and travelled towards the boy. It passed through the slight frosted window and into the crib, where it touched Harry on the forehead. The raven-haired infant absorbed the light and looked away from the two spirits at the window. Lily had just finished putting every ward she knew on the nursery door. She had already tried apparating, but there were anti-apparition wards around the house already. Now all she could do, is wait for the inevitable. Lily knew that no ward she put up would stop The Dark lord from coming through. She could hear his steps on the staircase, it was almost like torture, waiting for your end to come. Voldemort was toying with them, taking his time going up the stairs, looking at the photos of the two accomplished mages and the two infants. When he finally reached the top, he walked up to the door and calmly placed his hand on the door. Just as he did the front door, the nursery room door was blasted off its hinges with a loud "BOOM". This is when Destiny gasped, " look at the girl". Daisy Potter was crying profusely, as blood poured down her forehead in a steady stream. One of the nails from the door had pierced her skin, and left a nasty looking 'V' on her face.

Destiny could feel the Webs of Fate reforming to create a new possible timeline.

"This wasn't supposed to happen, I thought the girl wasn't going to get hurt.", Destiny said with surprise.

Death merely sighed, as he realized how much more difficult this would make things. If others thought that the girl was the hero, then his plan would be in ruins. He had already placed a reflection shield over the little boy, but if people believed that Daisy was the one who reflected the curse, then thing wouldn't go according to that plan. Death had hoped that the girl would just stay out of the picture, but it seems that the Webs of Fate have already been restrung, and the laws of the universe are not lightly broken.

Voldemort sent a stunner at the muggle-born witch Lily Potter. "Damn you Severus, and your feelings for this Mud-Blood!", Voldemort spat out with disgust. "People are going to think I struggled with these blood-traitors."
Some people were already starting to think he was going soft because of his failed attempt to infiltrate the Ministry last month. But Voldemort didn't get where he is now by disrespecting his servants. If Severus wants this girl alive, then he will let the Mud-Blood live, even if he didn't like it. Now it was time to get down to business, he had a prophecy to stop. Voldemort curiously gazed at the girl, and shook his head. "She is far to weak to defeat me." And that's when he felt it, the small pulses of magic, coming from across the room.

A little boy with raven black hair, and bright green eyes stared at him curiously. He didn't cry when the door was blasted off its hinges, and he didn't cry when he saw his mother fall to the ground before him. Harry only observed through his inquisitive eyes, almost as if he were trying to see inside Voldemort. He found him interesting, not scary.
"You must be the one hmm?" Voldemort asked, even though he knew it was pointless, the kid couldn't understand him in the slightest. Or so he thought, Harry would still remember those same words for years to come. "I don't really like killing kids, especially kids who have magic in them. But you, you will get in my way if I don't get rid of you now. I hope you understand." and to Voldemorts surprise, the kid nodded.

He decided not to linger on it, and got down to business. The Dark Lord pointed the wand at the boys forehead and whispered the words. "Avada Kedavra". The green light left is wand with a flash but it never hit the boy. A centimeter from his face, the green light stopped. It seemed as though time itself slowed down, and the curse was flung back at Voldemort faster than he could react. The curse hit him right in the chest, and Voldemort flew into the wall behind him. Harry was also knocked back into the back of his crib. For the first time in Harrys short life, he began to cry. As both of the babies bawled at the top of their lungs, the screams of Voldemort were drowned out. The Dark Lord fell to his knees as his soul was ripped from his body. He crumpled to the ground and turned to dust on the nursery room floor.

"Ahhh" Harry screamed as the dream ended, and he awoke. He had cold sweat on his brow he was panting.
A melodic voice spoke from the doorway, "was it that dream again?"
The owner of this voice was Daphne Greengrass, daughter of Cyrus and Abagail Greengrass. She leaned against the doorframe and watched Harry with interest. "That's the third time this week that has happened" she answered to her own question as she stepped towards Harrys bed.

"I just don't know why, this is the only dream I've gotten since you all took me in." Harry responded. Daphne was the only one he told about these dreams, as she is the only one he trusts. No one else knows about what truly happened on that night. That horrible, Halloween night so long ago.
"It's not wise to linger on this dream, you ne..." Daphne spoke before she was cut off by Harry

"Need to strengthen my occlumency shields, I know," he grumbled while getting out of bed. "You already know that doesn't help Daph."
"You don't have to be rude about" She responded. "I was just trying to help."
"I know, it is just so frustrating, I feel like the dream is trying to tell me something"
"Well go ahead and get ready for the day", Daphne said. "We are going to Diagon Alley today"

Harry just shook his head as she left, he had completely forgotten about that. He was going to get his wand today! Feeling excited, Harry jumped out of bed and started getting dressed in his robes. They were black with green lining and a silver clasp. He wore his nice dress shoes because they were most likely going to Gringotts. Lastly he combed his black hair in the mirror and brushed his teeth. "Maybe I should talk to Cyrus about this dream" Harry spoke to himself in the mirror. Cyrus would know what to do, he always did.
Harry didn't like revealing his secrets to many people, and he had only told Daphne about what really happened that night. Maybe he would bring it up when they got home from Diagon Alley. With that thought, his excitement was renewed, and he looked forward to the day.