Prologue
Please note: Any minor change in history can change everything in the future. e.g, The weasley's may not have Ginny cause in this version Voldemort is in power longer, and also Ron and Harry most likely won't become friends cause Harry knows all about Platform 9 and 3/4 and does not need to ask for help.
The wind howled, the leaves rustled, but no one thought anything about the eeriness of that night. For non were aware of the little sea side cabin were a man lay in a bundle sobbing, or of the cloaked figures that surrounded him, or of the fact that this failure of a wizard's decision could change millions of life's in dramatic or hardly noticeable ways.
"I won't s-s-ay an-y-th-ing" the little pudgy man sobbed, "No Pettigrew?" a tall man also on the inside of the circle asked, this man had a serpent like head and a cold and mirthless voice "Crucio" the tall man spoke, instantly the man that had been called Pettigrew started to roll around on the ground, twitching with pure pain. The pain stopped the voice spoke again "For the last time, tell me where the Potters are hiding", "No" Pettigrew's voice replied in an uncertain tone as if he himself was not sure, the tall man became enraged, his snake like slits for eyes glared at Pettigrew more dangerously then before, "You will sacrifice yourself for your friends, how touching" the man said in a tone that was obviously meant as you will pay, "Avada Kedavra" there was a flash of green mist followed by a thud. The cloaked figures left the cabin, not a word was spoken by any.
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'ANOTHER ATTACK!!!'
A tall man with messy black hair picked up the Daily Prophet, the headline had not grabbed his attention, there had been a title similar to the one he had just glimpsed almost every day in the last 2 weeks. The reason being; (as known by every witch and wizard in that time period) of Lord Voldemort, the most powerful dark wizard in the last century. At first there was only a killing once a month or so but know it was a regular thing, as Voldemort gained more power. The man glanced back down at the paper;
'In a cabin near Dophin another man has been murdered, the man has been identified as Peter Pettigrew...' The man stopped reading, he gaped, he had mixed emotions, sadness and anger. "What is it James?" a lady sitting next to James asked, when she saw the expression on her husbands face. "L-ily read this" James stuttered as he passed the paper to his wife. Lily quickly read the article and then placed the paper on the table, "You don't think he told?" she asked James in a worried tone,"No he wouldn't have, You-Know- Who would have visited Peter at night, if he had told we would be history by now" James said trying to reassure himself as well as his wife.
Please note: Any minor change in history can change everything in the future. e.g, The weasley's may not have Ginny cause in this version Voldemort is in power longer, and also Ron and Harry most likely won't become friends cause Harry knows all about Platform 9 and 3/4 and does not need to ask for help.
The wind howled, the leaves rustled, but no one thought anything about the eeriness of that night. For non were aware of the little sea side cabin were a man lay in a bundle sobbing, or of the cloaked figures that surrounded him, or of the fact that this failure of a wizard's decision could change millions of life's in dramatic or hardly noticeable ways.
"I won't s-s-ay an-y-th-ing" the little pudgy man sobbed, "No Pettigrew?" a tall man also on the inside of the circle asked, this man had a serpent like head and a cold and mirthless voice "Crucio" the tall man spoke, instantly the man that had been called Pettigrew started to roll around on the ground, twitching with pure pain. The pain stopped the voice spoke again "For the last time, tell me where the Potters are hiding", "No" Pettigrew's voice replied in an uncertain tone as if he himself was not sure, the tall man became enraged, his snake like slits for eyes glared at Pettigrew more dangerously then before, "You will sacrifice yourself for your friends, how touching" the man said in a tone that was obviously meant as you will pay, "Avada Kedavra" there was a flash of green mist followed by a thud. The cloaked figures left the cabin, not a word was spoken by any.
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'ANOTHER ATTACK!!!'
A tall man with messy black hair picked up the Daily Prophet, the headline had not grabbed his attention, there had been a title similar to the one he had just glimpsed almost every day in the last 2 weeks. The reason being; (as known by every witch and wizard in that time period) of Lord Voldemort, the most powerful dark wizard in the last century. At first there was only a killing once a month or so but know it was a regular thing, as Voldemort gained more power. The man glanced back down at the paper;
'In a cabin near Dophin another man has been murdered, the man has been identified as Peter Pettigrew...' The man stopped reading, he gaped, he had mixed emotions, sadness and anger. "What is it James?" a lady sitting next to James asked, when she saw the expression on her husbands face. "L-ily read this" James stuttered as he passed the paper to his wife. Lily quickly read the article and then placed the paper on the table, "You don't think he told?" she asked James in a worried tone,"No he wouldn't have, You-Know- Who would have visited Peter at night, if he had told we would be history by now" James said trying to reassure himself as well as his wife.