A/N: I would like to say a few words here, first this chapter is dedicated to all those who've inspired me to write fan fiction, both on Wattpad and on this site, or any other platforms. Special mentions to Darkness Enthroned AKA The Black Canvas, The Black's Resurgence, James Spookie, Dirk Grey, Brandon Varnell, Lord Silvere, Eira Jenson, Kmbell, among others. I could never overemphasize how much your works meant to me. I rather hope one day I might come close to being as great as you guys. About this story, I've been playing with this idea in my head for a while now, long enough that I've got the plot marked out from Year One to Five and even more. It's a flowerpot pairing, I hope you enjoy it.

DISCLAIMER: I solemnly swear that JK Rowling is the owner of the Harry Potter franchise, whether I'm up to no good with her characters is yet to be determined.Without further preamble. Enjoy_

There is some sort of thrill derived from being a part of one of the wizarding world's greatest conspiracies, albeit one which was tampered with without either of the main players being aware of.

Salandra found herself enjoying that thrill as she discreetly followed Lord Voldemort to Godric's Hollow, she watched as he killed the father who had stood absolutely no chance without a wand, how he could be so trusting of others to the point of being unprepared for the worst, Salandra could not understand but she vowed his son would never make the same mistake if she had anything to say about it.

Picking her pace, Salandra stalked behind Voldemort, who was telling the mother to move aside, for whatever reason that was, fate chose this period as the moment of truth, this was the silver lining spoken of in the book of prophecies.

Watching silently as the beam of green light struck Lily Potter in the face, Salandra, for the umpteenth time cursed whatever deity presented her from using her powers to burn the abomination of a wizard to a crisp but she knew it would do no good, even if she had her powers this night.

She was not the one destined to end him, she would have to get her satisfaction by orchestrating his destruction. For that alone she could hardly wait for the moon to rise.

He turned his wand on the poor infant next, merciless red eyes met brilliant green and for a brief moment it had seemed that the universe had given up its hold on time, but then something in the red eyes became murderous and filled with insurmountable hate, wand slashed in a lightening - like motion, the very wand movement of that so much infamous fatal curse that had just robbed the child of his parents.

He said the words, two chilling words and Salandra watched, as though frozen in time, as a focused beam of emerald light, pulsing with malevolent intent, the same colour as the infant's eyes, snaked its way straight to the chest of the child slightly above the heart, marking the place with a lightning-shaped scar, and then it happened.

A blood-curling scream tore through the night in a uniform voice yet it seemed to be coming from both the murderer and his attempted victim.

Voldemort's body exploded violently and for the first time tonight, Salandra was amazed as she watched a wraith-like hand move to grapple the wand, neither really holding it nor relinquishing it either, but rather eerily brandished as though it suspended in mid-air with a levitation charm. Voldemort, it seemed had taken a little bit further protective measure to compliment his Horcruxes.

Immediately, she felt a solid wrenching pain in her gut signifying the return of her powers, looking instinctively through the cracked glass of the window, she could see that the full moon had risen, her ordeal has ended.

Flicking her tail swiftly, she moved through the air and landed behind the monster, making sure to keep herself concealed. Due to the existence of his seven-part soul, she couldn't end him even if she was granted direct interference. So she was going to bring about his downfall by aiding his foe.

Now she had to do it right, focusing on her powers she expertly and completely removed the memory of him turning his wand on the child from his mind, modifying it with something convenient. She exerted every ounce of natural knowledge in the mind arts that her kind was always reputed for. It will not do for him to remember correctly, it is sacrosanct than he buys the ruse, or all might be lost.

She watched as he summoned his cloak to shroud his fragile essence, distinctly unaware of exactly what had transpired tonight. She knew where he was headed now, just like the prophecy said, it was to where the other one was, Longbottom, the ruse, the hoax

Salandra followed him silently and watched as he slinked through the ancient wards of the manor, merely his very presence combusting the whole place, his wand suspended in mid-air. The wards were useless in keeping him out as they were designed to keep creatures totally of this world out. Lord Voldemort partially was not, by all accounts he should be dead, yet he wasn't.

Salandra watched as the main door flew off its hinges, catching the frightened, unfortunate parents completely by surprise. Stretching both hands to point at individual parents, he incanted the unforgivable curse, a very foolish decision on his part and all hell was let loose.

At the end of it, emerged only a young boy alive with a jagged lightning-shaped scar on his forehead caused partially by the total combustion of Voldemort's essence when his containment box failed as he became less than even the meanest ghost.

A/N: This isn't my first attempt at fan fiction, if you want to see my other works check out my page on Wattpad; my username is Illiasbet. I'm also on a couple of discord groups ( most notably the flowerpot ones) with the name "Barack Dimeji". Don't forget to leave a review of the chapter.

FUN FACT: Did you know that James Potter's parent is NOT Charlus and Dorea but rather Fleamont and Euphemia.