First story on this account, I'd appreciate reviews to let me know what you think. I don't care about critiques and am open to suggestions on the direction of the story, I want the readers to be a part of this too! So please leave a review, even if you don't like it. Hell especially if you don't like it!I know mys username is odd, so just call me Tyler in reviews if they are specific critiques. Also as per usual, of course Harry Potter belongs to JK Rowling, this is just a little twist that I'd like to add, the only things I own are Titania and the odd magical device I think up. I will attempt to update regularly, but college is a thing, I already have the first four chapters done and the first three years of Hogwarts planned out, so it should breeze by. but don't be surprised if I upload in bursts.
~Tyler
Halloween, 1981
A cold breeze stirred the robes of a figure as it appeared in the street. Children were running about, costumed to look like a variety of different things. He scoffed as he saw a girl dressed up as a witch, as if they could ever truly become a witch. He began to make his way down the street, at the end of which he say his target. A quaint little house, the same as those around it, nothing remarkable about it.
As he approached he could now see through the windows, and the scene that played out within the home. The father was playing with his son, lifting him up into the air, the mother was cradling her daughter, gently rocking her. The parents said something to each other, and the father handed the son to the mother, she left the room with them, and the father left through another way. Leaving their wands forgotten on the couch.
Fools, he thought, leaving their only defense behind? Hiding had made them lax. He set out through the gate, up to the front door, lifted his wand, and silently released a spell, the door blasted into the house, plaster raining down and forming clouds in the hallway. The father came running around the corner, and upon seeing the intruder his eyes widened.
"Lily! It's him! Get the kids! I'll hold him off!" the father shouted. He scoffed in his head, with what? You have no wand. He once again raised his wand and released a bright green spell. Much to his chagrin, the father dove out of the way, taking aim yet again he sent off two spells, there was nothing the father could do to avoid the second of the two, and with a thud he fell limply to the ground.
He made his way through the house, making his way up the stairs. There he heard a voice, that of the mother's coming from a room with it's door still ajar. He entered the room, the mother was hunched over her son, whispering comfort to the child who was crying.
"Step aside woman," he called out at her, she whipped around, holding her arms out behind her, as if to shield her children.
"NO! Kill me! Just Spare them!, Don't Kill Harry!, Don't Kill Titania!" she shouted in response.
"Last warning girl. Step. Aside" he hissed at her. Instead of doing as he asked she simply squared her shoulders and met his eyes, a fierce determination burning within them. "Fine, you have chosen your own fate" and with that he sent out a jet of green, and she fell to the floor, the life and fire gone from her eyes.
He stepped over the body to the pair of cribs, first turning to the one adorned in pink. The prophecy spoke of a boy, so this girl was of consequence. It would be a simple matter to end her, the mere child, blissfully unaware of the danger she was in. He looked down and saw that the child was not asleep as he had thought, but was staring up at him, the same green eyes as her mother met his, the same fire burning raised his wand to end her, but then had a thought, why not leave her to a fate worse than death, to be left alive, her family destroyed, yes, that would do, let her serve as an example. However, he could not leave her unmarked. He reached down and grabbed the infant's wrist, and thrust his wand against the soft flush of her under arm. What looked like black smoke began to spread across her skin, the child finally snapped and began to wail as pain set in, the smoke finally settled into its shape, two snakes, interwoven around her wrist like a bracelet. He withdrew from the crib and turned to the other, the one he was here for. Looking down at the boy he thought to himself, how could a mere boy, a child be any threat to his power? How could this be his equal? With that thought he raised his wand and set out a jet of green and then it seemed to grow brighter, and suddenly he felt immense searing pain. When the pain stopped he knew he was no longer whole, no longer, alive, he saw what had been wrought upon the room, the wall blown out, debris littering the floor. And he knew that he needed to leave, to gather strength, and with that the shade left the house, leaving two wailing children in the obliterated room.