Harry Potters POV~
This was it, the moment that was prophesized since he was one year old. The wizarding and muggle worlds' fate was lying on his shoulders and he had to do something about it. He was lying in the bushes breathing hard and sweating despite the cold weather. He was in front of a large house in a muggle town called little Hangleton. There was a dark feeling around the place and that was because the resident of the house currently the Dark Lord Voldemort. He was waiting for some sign that he should attack when it came in a little rat scurrying towards the door that he just barely noticed, but the ting that struck him most about this rat was on his hand, or I should say, is his hand. Because his hand was a light silver and is the hand of Peter Pettigrew. A few seconds later in the place of the rat was a short man whose features resembled a rat. I quickly took action and sprung from my hiding place and shot the stunning curse at him. I kicked the door in and quickly observed a 4 death eaters and in the middle of them in a high backed chair was lord Voldemort. "Kill Him!" he hissed and the death eaters began firing curses at him. Harry, being a skilled dueler blocked them all easily. As he was dodging curses something caught his eye, a small bundle of blankets inside a basket made of a dark wood was a child with striking green eyes and dark hair. Harry stopped and one of the curses caught him off guard and he was quickly on the ground in an intense pain and gasping for breath. When the curse was lifted Voldemort was standing in front of him, his read eyes focused on him. Harry noticed his wand in one of the death eater's hand. Harry summoned all the energy he had and concentrated it on using the accio spell with wand less magic. After a few moments his eyes shot open and he screamed "Accio Wand!" and the wand flew into his open hand. Harry sprung up and knocked Voldemort aside. Grabbed the baby and dashed off up the stairs into the 2nd floor of the house while hearing Voldemort scream, "No! He has Ryan. Get him!". Ryan must be his name. Once in a room he locked the door and inspected a baby. He used a spell the transferred his thoughts onto paper without taking the time to write it He did the same for the note that would go with the baby. The note to Dumbledore explained the circumstances and that it was Voldemort Child and that he would have to be found after this was over, and he sent the note to Hogwarts, and he used the only spell he knew to transport human being on the baby, but he would be sent to a random spot. Just then the door broke down and a killing curse fired at him from Voldemort's wand. This moment was in slow motion for Harry, it was his time to die. But not without serving his purpose. Harry used all the energy he had left and sent a Killing curse towards Voldemort. They where both hit at the exact same time and both legacies where ended. Harry Potter was dead. But he had saved the world.
~11 years later~
Ryan Marvolo was sitting in corner in a room. it was midday but he was scared to make a move because Mr. Lacci told him that if he heard a sound from his room he would come up and use his belt.
This happened because when Ryan wasn't given any food to eat some appeared on his plate like magic.
When he exclaimed "It's Magic!" Mr. Lacci said "Theres no such thing as magic!" Slapped Ryan across the face and told him his punishment.
This was not to out of the ordinary for Ryan's life and he has gotten used to it. Every time Ryan got whipped in the morning the bleeding had stopped and the marks had left his back. Ryan Got up making as little noise possible and walked across his room. For his bed and had a bundle of blankets he had managed to get over the years. He climbed in his makeshift bed and went to sleep. He had a dream of a lone snake wandering through a creek. The snake had red eyes and seemed like something not to play around with. Then the snake stopped and looked at him. Veered back, then struck. Ryan awoke with a scream but luckily by this time Mr. Lacci had gone to work.
It was the 3rd of July, one day before his birthday. Well it wasn't really his birthday, its what he choose as a young child to celebrate his birthday on and that's what was entered on his birth certificate that Mrs. Lacci had to fill out. Ryan choose that day because Mr. Lacci's Ferocious boy always went away with Mr. and Mrs. Lacci and left him with the house keeper, Miss Lane. Miss Lane is the only one in this house who didn't have a heart of steel. She cared for him when he really needed it and fed him fairly. Ryan would always be alone with Miss lane for almost the remainder of the time left in the summer. It was never explained to Ryan why he was staying at the Lacci house and not in an orphanage. Ryan wasn't even sure he was happy that happened. Maybe an orphanage would be better. Later that night Ryan went to sleep without any dinner at all. But he was still happy because tomorrow when he woke up, the Lacci's would be pulling out of the drive way and driving off to there relatives house.
This was it, the moment that was prophesized since he was one year old. The wizarding and muggle worlds' fate was lying on his shoulders and he had to do something about it. He was lying in the bushes breathing hard and sweating despite the cold weather. He was in front of a large house in a muggle town called little Hangleton. There was a dark feeling around the place and that was because the resident of the house currently the Dark Lord Voldemort. He was waiting for some sign that he should attack when it came in a little rat scurrying towards the door that he just barely noticed, but the ting that struck him most about this rat was on his hand, or I should say, is his hand. Because his hand was a light silver and is the hand of Peter Pettigrew. A few seconds later in the place of the rat was a short man whose features resembled a rat. I quickly took action and sprung from my hiding place and shot the stunning curse at him. I kicked the door in and quickly observed a 4 death eaters and in the middle of them in a high backed chair was lord Voldemort. "Kill Him!" he hissed and the death eaters began firing curses at him. Harry, being a skilled dueler blocked them all easily. As he was dodging curses something caught his eye, a small bundle of blankets inside a basket made of a dark wood was a child with striking green eyes and dark hair. Harry stopped and one of the curses caught him off guard and he was quickly on the ground in an intense pain and gasping for breath. When the curse was lifted Voldemort was standing in front of him, his read eyes focused on him. Harry noticed his wand in one of the death eater's hand. Harry summoned all the energy he had and concentrated it on using the accio spell with wand less magic. After a few moments his eyes shot open and he screamed "Accio Wand!" and the wand flew into his open hand. Harry sprung up and knocked Voldemort aside. Grabbed the baby and dashed off up the stairs into the 2nd floor of the house while hearing Voldemort scream, "No! He has Ryan. Get him!". Ryan must be his name. Once in a room he locked the door and inspected a baby. He used a spell the transferred his thoughts onto paper without taking the time to write it He did the same for the note that would go with the baby. The note to Dumbledore explained the circumstances and that it was Voldemort Child and that he would have to be found after this was over, and he sent the note to Hogwarts, and he used the only spell he knew to transport human being on the baby, but he would be sent to a random spot. Just then the door broke down and a killing curse fired at him from Voldemort's wand. This moment was in slow motion for Harry, it was his time to die. But not without serving his purpose. Harry used all the energy he had left and sent a Killing curse towards Voldemort. They where both hit at the exact same time and both legacies where ended. Harry Potter was dead. But he had saved the world.
~11 years later~
Ryan Marvolo was sitting in corner in a room. it was midday but he was scared to make a move because Mr. Lacci told him that if he heard a sound from his room he would come up and use his belt.
This happened because when Ryan wasn't given any food to eat some appeared on his plate like magic.
When he exclaimed "It's Magic!" Mr. Lacci said "Theres no such thing as magic!" Slapped Ryan across the face and told him his punishment.
This was not to out of the ordinary for Ryan's life and he has gotten used to it. Every time Ryan got whipped in the morning the bleeding had stopped and the marks had left his back. Ryan Got up making as little noise possible and walked across his room. For his bed and had a bundle of blankets he had managed to get over the years. He climbed in his makeshift bed and went to sleep. He had a dream of a lone snake wandering through a creek. The snake had red eyes and seemed like something not to play around with. Then the snake stopped and looked at him. Veered back, then struck. Ryan awoke with a scream but luckily by this time Mr. Lacci had gone to work.
It was the 3rd of July, one day before his birthday. Well it wasn't really his birthday, its what he choose as a young child to celebrate his birthday on and that's what was entered on his birth certificate that Mrs. Lacci had to fill out. Ryan choose that day because Mr. Lacci's Ferocious boy always went away with Mr. and Mrs. Lacci and left him with the house keeper, Miss Lane. Miss Lane is the only one in this house who didn't have a heart of steel. She cared for him when he really needed it and fed him fairly. Ryan would always be alone with Miss lane for almost the remainder of the time left in the summer. It was never explained to Ryan why he was staying at the Lacci house and not in an orphanage. Ryan wasn't even sure he was happy that happened. Maybe an orphanage would be better. Later that night Ryan went to sleep without any dinner at all. But he was still happy because tomorrow when he woke up, the Lacci's would be pulling out of the drive way and driving off to there relatives house.