Title: That Day
Author: Fairy Qilan
Disclaimer" Harry Potter does not belong to me. If it did, do you think I would be writing this drab?
/Parseltongue/
The night was still, a quiet Halloween, eerie in its silence. In house at the end of the lane, housed 5 individuals that certainly were not ordinary. A red haired woman lay silent, sleeping with the aid of a sleeping potion, administered to her by a supposed friend of the family.Seeing as she had been drinking before(babies are really loud), she wasn't about to wake up. Standing before the crib next to her bed was a tall, gaunt red-eyed man, and a long deadly looking snake. He glared down at the 2 children within the cradle, with a look of indecision on his face.
/Now which should I kill first Nagini? The green eyed one, or the brown eyed one?/ He said to the snake. /Why not the brown eyed one? You never liked James Potter, and the other looks like you, somewhat/. She hissed back. /You're right as usual Nagini. The brown eyed one it is./ He said.
He drew his wand out of his pocket, with a flourish. 'And now I shall be rid of them, before they can become a problem. Say good bye children. Avada Kedavra!' A beam of bright green light shot forward from his wand, speeding towards the child. At that moment, the green eyed child shifted in his sleep, getting in the way of the killing curse, and rebounding it upon its caster/What?! Noooo!/ The curse struck Voldemort, rending him from his body and disintegrating it. With a rather girly shriek, his spirit fled the premises in the body of his familiar, beating a hasty retreat.
The green eyed child, feeling some discomfort at the curse, shifted his head back onto his side of the crib, with one addition, a bleeding scar. As he did, 3 pops were heard and 4 men rushed into the house. One was the father of the pair, one James Potter. Another was one of his best friends, Remus Lupin. At the head of the pack were the children's godfather, Sirius Black, and a surprisingly spry coughViagracough old man, one Albus Dumbledore.
They entered the room one by one. Seeing the prone body of his wife, James Potter rushes over to her and starts trying to wake her. Lilly, Lilly! Wake up! He shook her, trying to wake her up.
Remus cast a diagnostic spell. "Leave her James. She's drunk a sleeping potion. She won't wake up for hours yet." Reluctantly James left his wife and went over to where Dumbledore was standing over his twin sons. "You haven't said anything Dumbledore. Is everything all right? Are they all right?"
They're fine James. It seems that young Jamie has defeated Voldemort." Wha- what? How can you be sure?! What makes you think it wasn't Harry?" Simple, my boy; Harry is the only one bleeding. If he was the one, then there would have been no mark on him."(To tell the truth, Dumbledore was blowing smoke out of his ass. He had no idea which it was, so fell back on an age old method of choosing- eeny meenie miney moe.) He turned to James. "Jamie has defeated Voldemort, most likely when his brother was threatened by Voldemort's power."
James, Sirius, and Remus looked down at Jamie in awe. (Dumb, aren't they?) "Amazing…" Sirius said. "Wish my brother was like that." "Let's go." Albus said. "Let them sleep. In the morning, everyone will want to see little Jamie."
They trudged slowly out the room, throwing backwards glances at the Boy-Who-Lived, and his brother.