"NO!" Lily Potter's screams pierced through the cold, quiet night of Godric's Hollow.

...

The night was serene, with no disturbance. Crickets could be heard, calling out for one another. Lily and James Potter's house was completely ordinary if it was looked from an outsiders view. Nobody could hear a mother's cry to protect her only child. Nobody could hear the sudden whip-like cracks, indicating that aurors had arrived on the scene. Nobody could hear the thud of a dead body falling to the ground, the last attempt to save her child... failed, in her eyes.

Voldemort let out a high vicious laugh, at the sight of Lily potter's dead body in front of him. He was currently thinking of what an idiotic girl she had to be, to even believe that the she had stood a chance against himself, when he heard the undeniable sound of aurors apparating and surrounding the house. They won't be a problem, the Dark Lord thought with amusement. The entire room had been nearly demolished, but Voldemort ignored this fact, moving on to the true reason why he was here. He leisurely walked towards the crib in front of him; the only object which had surprisingly, not blown apart the moment he had stepped into the room. The Dark Lord pushed this out of his mind, convincing himself that it was just a simple shielding charm.

The boy in crib couldn't have been over a year old, yet the child's eyes seemed as if it held the world. Harry Potter seemed unfazed by his mother's dead body, barley three feet ahead of him and instead turned his attention to the pale, hooded man standing above him. He tilted his head, as if asking- who are you? The Dark Lord was surprised that the child showed no sign of fear, and even so at the display of him killing his own mother. The thought had gone as quickly as it had come, owing to the fact that about five men, and a woman had cautiously entered the room, the door creaking on it's hinges at they had done so. "Drop your wand!" one said. She had bright pink hair and dark twinkling eyes. The girl couldn't have been over twenty. The Dark Lord inwardly chuckled and slowly turned. "And what if I don't?" he asked, enjoying the sudden paling of everyone within the room, at the realization of who they were speaking to. Everyone seemed to cower... except Harry Potter who seemed to be observing everything, with the attention span no infant should have.

Voldemort merely frowned at this and turned his attention back to the aurors. "That's enough Tom" a gruff voice of a man said. Alastor Moody stepped out among them walking towards the Dark Lord. "I'm flattered they sent you, really. But I'm not leaving until I have finished what I came for." Tom Riddle drawled indicating to a boy in the crib. Voldemort flourished out his wand, sensing a battle. The aurors tensed, knowing the same. The Dark Lord sent the first spell, aiming to kill... and the fight commenced.

Albus Dumbledore had just had a very peculiar day. He had just handed over the Potter's secret keeping to Peter Pettigrew, of course forced by Sirius black. He hadn't had the slightest idea why and was just mulling it over in his head, planning to go to bed, when one of the portraits in his office started to call out for him, certain stress in the painted man's voice. Dumbledore briskly strode over to the portrait of Phineas Nigellus and was about to tell him off, but Phineas got there first - "Dumbledore! It's Severus.. He's hysterical in his chambers!"

"Phineas, calm yourself" Dumbledore answered sensing something off. "What happened?" he asked. "It's Severus" The portrait began, "He's running across his chamber screaming for..." He stopped, stress consuming him. "Screaming for who, Phineas?" The headmaster pushed on. "Lily" He finished. And with that, vanished from his frame. Realization dawned upon Albus Dumbledore. He strode over to the fireplace, rasing his fist and roaring, "Severus Snape's Office!". Dumbledore was pulled into the sudden bright green flames, and emerged in a deserted room. The Headmaster walked out of the blazing fire, unaffected, and blind to the ash and soot which was now brushed upon his brightly colored robes. He hurriedly surveyed the office, realizing that the potions master was no where to be seen. He of course knew where he went. Dumbledore yet again walked over to the hearth, and called out, "Lily and James Potter's house!".

Nothing happened.

This was worse than he had expected. "Godric's Hollow!" The flame turned emerald green, pulling the Headmaster in.

Daily Prophet BREAKING NEWS -

Six aurors found dead at Godric's Hollow - 31st of October, names include:

- Nymphadora Tonks - Alastor Moody

- Edward Williams - Kingsley Shackbolt

- John Dawlish - Samuel Eberdo

HE WHO MUST NOT BE NAMED, DEAD!

A year old boy named Harry James Potter seemed to have somehow fought off Voldemort with nothing. The Dark Lord, who has killed many of our most trained aurors, brought down by an infant!

Lets hear what Rita Skeeter has to say about this astonishing event - "Well I for one see this as an even bigger threat. Yes, He Who Must Not Be Named may be gone, but doesn't this mean an even bigger threat has emerged? Yes yes, he may be just barley a child, but he did defeat the Dark Lord, and that is an outstanding feat. This boy may be the downfall of us all!" - Well, there you have it! This boy could be a lot of things, but for now, is placed under the care of Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore, the current Headmaster of Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry.

"B-but how?!" Professor Minerva Mcgonagall had just learned of what had happened. She was currently in the Headmaster's office at Hogwarts when Dumbledore decided to break the news to her. "I-I mean, I heard the rumors... but I didn't think they were true" the professor sputtered. "My Dear professor, as much as I wish the same, the fact that they are both dead cannot be denied" Dumbledore said trying to make his colleague accept the fact. "And the boy...?" she continued hesitantly. "He lives... yet I do not understand how" the Headmaster answered honestly. She just numbly nodded in response and left in the floo.

Dumbledore knew that a lot of things would be changing from now on. He will have to find a place for young Harry Potter to live. When he had called to the floo to take himself to the now dead parent's house, nothing had happened since there was no house to go to. The headmaster had ended up flooing to Godric's Hollow, and from there apparating to the destroyed remains of the house. He had found the baby boy in the center of the ruins next to the dead aurors... seemingly interested in one of their wands which was laying around in the ruckus.

He had alerted the Ministry of Magic and took the more important matters into his hand; like finding a temporary home for the boy until he will be ready to take in the fact of his amazing feat, and why he would be famous. In reality, Albus Dumbledore planned to take him to his closest living relatives - the Dursleys. True, they were muggles, but they would take good care of him since they were related to him after all. The old Headmaster also had knowledge that the family had a boy of their own.. possibly even Harry's age. That would make sure that the boy would at least have someone his age to play with.

How very wrong he was.

Hi guys! so this is just the intro to a Dark Harry Potter fanfic. I kind of just restated what happened in the book with some different perspectives. I also added a few more deaths... sorry :(

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