A/N: Forgive the suckiness, it's my first fic. This is all I have so far -- I know chapters are usually longer, but this is sort of a prologue. Please R/R. Any comments or criticisms are welcome, I'd just like to know if I should keep going with this or if it's unbelievable crap that should be burned without mercy.
Chapter 1
~*Voices in the Night*~
Someone screamed. It was a woman, desperate and pleading. "Please don't do this!" she cried. It was coming from the next room.
He heard another voice, only this one was much different from the first. It was cruel and merciless, it's shrill laughter pierced the air. The space around him became clearer, and Harry could tell that he was in a long hallway with an open door at the end of it. He followed the laughter until he found himself standing in the doorway of a small room -- a baby's room.
A woman was lying on the ground, hunched over a lifeless figure and sobbing. Just across the room a tall man was standing. He had his wand in his hand, ready to strike. He was covered from head to toe in a long black cloak. Harry couldn't see the man's face, but a feeling inside his stomach told him that this stranger was far from good.
The woman must have realized that her efforts were useless. Her eyes burned with a look of hatred and disgust. She stood up suddenly, and with an astonishingly steady voice, she said to the man, "You will never win."
The laughter ceased. The man hadn't expected such bold defiance. He bent over and whispered into the woman's ear, "Oh but my dear Lily . . . I already have." He stood up straight, pointed his wand, and with his voice booming like thunder he yelled the words that would haunt Harry's dreams forever: "Avada Kedavra!"
The woman fell to the floor with a sickening thud. Harry was horrified. He opened his mouth to scream, but there was no sound. What was going on? Who was that woman, and why was she just lying there? She was dead. A million thoughts were racing through his head. It was nearly impossible to think clearly.
The cloaked figure slowly turned to face him. Their eyes met. Those horrible, glaring red eyes -- Harry would never be able to forget them. The figure opened his mouth to speak. In a voice barely audible, yet filled with more malice than anyone could ever imagine, he said, "I am coming for you."