Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or any ideas you recognize from another story. This story draws great influence from Miranda Flairgold's Second Chance at Life series (If you haven't read it, go do so; It's one of the best fanfictions I've ever read).
Hey guys, the prologue of my new story/rewrite is here! The next actual chapter will be awhile, but I am posting an Origins of the Drakaina chapter to keep your interest up and introduce some new lore I've added to this story.
"Lily, it's him! Take Azalea and run!" James Potter yelled as the front door to his house was blasted open by Voldemort himself. James lifted his wand to defend himself and his family, but was cut down by the green light of the killing curse before he could get a spell off.
Meanwhile, Lily rushed upstairs to the nursery and grabbed Azalea, preparing to apparate only to discover anti-apparation wards had been set up without them noticing. She clutched her crying baby to her chest and silently prayed for everything to turn out alright for her darling little girl. Suddenly, the door to the nursery was blasted open and Voldemort stood menacingly in the doorway.
Lily instantly began begging for her daughter's life. "Please, not Azalea! Take me instead!" She pleaded desperately. Voldemort glared coldly and ordered "Stand aside woman." Lily shook her head wildly and offered her life for her daughter's life a second time. Voldemort's eyes narrowed and he again ordered "Stand aside or die!" Lily shook her head, tears pouring down her cheeks and offered her life in exchange for her daughter's for a third time.
Voldemort hissed angrily and raised his wand to point at the infuriating woman. "Avada Kedavra!" He yelled as a green light flew from his wand to hit the desperate woman. Unseen in his anger, a golden glow appeared around baby Azalea as her mother invoked ancient powers in her thrice offered sacrifice. Voldemort watched in smug satisfaction as the one prophecy had foretold contained the power to defeat him fell to the ground without her mother holding her up and began to cry.
He scoffed at the thought of the helpless baby ever being strong enough to defeat the strongest dark lord in history, conveniently ignoring the fact that he had once been an infant as well. He lowered his wand to aim at Azalea and incanted the spell that would eliminate the threat to his reign. "Avada Kedavra!"
The last thing he saw as he was ripped from his body to become a wraith was a strange golden glow manifesting around the girl to reflect his curse back at him. He didn't see Azalea's eyes glow with power as ancient magic worked furiously on her soul, altering it in accordance with the contract invoked by her mother.
He didn't see her eyes gain a reptilian slit and shine with ancient instincts as her body and magic reflected the changes within her soul.