Disclaimer: All the Harry Potter characters are not mine, except for Willow Black, and Icilyn, and her older sister, who really doesn't play a significant part. And the name the Shinra Mansion, belongs to Mena Baines.
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~Chapter 1- "The Boy Who Lived" (my rewriting of the chapter)
James and Lily Potter stood in the middle of the dark room, with their one year old baby, Harry James Potter.
It was minutes before their fate would face them...Lord Voldemort.
"James, what's going to happen?" Lily asked, tears openly falling down her cheeks.
"I don't know...I just don't know." James answered. They both were helpless against the powerful wizard. They
clutched their baby, and stood close, together as a family for one last time.
Then, they heard Voldemort coming after them.
"Lily, go!" James pointed towards the other door. "I'll hold him off. GO!" (this was JKR's line)
Lily fled from the room, with Harry safely in her arms, but, not without taking one last look at James.
Leaning against the door, Lily began to cry as she heard a loud blast, James's shout, Voldemort's high pitched
cackle, then silence. Lily bowed her head in memory of her wonderful husband, wishing that James's pain wasn't
too great before he died. She slowly headed tot he window, to climb out, and go home, but the battle was ont
over.
Voldemort blasted the door open with the Reductor Curse. Lily caught a glimpse of James's dead body, before
she faced Voldemort.
Lily began begging for her life-for hers and Harry's. Her pleads meant nothing to Voldemort.
With a truimphant cry of "AVADA KEDAVRA!", and a burst of green light, Voldemort killed Lily Potter. Now,
with the smallest amount of effort, the baby would be dead in one second flat. He smirked, and raised hi s wand
carelessly. His words of 'avada kedavra'. were interruptted. His spell backfired, and Lord Voldemort disappeared
in a wisp of smoke. It was a miracle.
Harry James Potter had survived a battle with the most powerful wizard alive. He had gone in, and came out
exactly the same-with one difference. He had a scar on his forehead. In the shape of a bolt of lightening.
That night, witches and eizards all around the world, were secretely proposing toasts to Harry Potter-The Boy
Who Lived.
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