Chapter 2

October 31, 1982

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"Lily! Run, it's HIM!"

"I won't leave you James. I can't leave you! I love you too much!"

"Think about the children! What will happen to them if they don't grow up without their mother?"

"What will happen if they don't grow up without their father?"

"Just-"

"I'm not leaving James."

"Sorry to interrupt on your love spat," said a unnaturally cold voice, "but I've got to get going and celebrate my victory of winning over the Potters'." Voldemort had just arrived, and was twirling his wand around smirking.

"You seem confident that you're going to win," James said calmly.

Voldemort stopped smirking at the sight of James looking so certain of himself. Voldemort turned away from James to look at Lily.

"Lily dearest, you know that you don't have to do this? You could live with me in my castle forever as my Queen."

Lily put on her sweetest most syrupy smile. "Voldie, dearest, you know I would do anything to please a true Slytherin." Then she stepped back a step and drew her wand with a disgusted look on her face. "But, I will never do anything for you, ever. Because the only true Slytherin anywhere is the Slytherin who doesn't kill for pleasure and sport. Slytherin was Gryffindor's brother, if you hadn't known that, and was actually pleasant for a Dark Wizard. I would do something for a true Slytherin, but you aren't one."

Voldemort looked faintly disappointed. "Really? I had no idea. But, I'm sure, once you see what," he smirked, "or who I have in store for you, that you will change your mind." He snapped his fingers once, and three Eaters dragged Sirius Black into view. Lily gasped and ran toward Sirius, while James stared stonily at Voldemort.

"Your such a monster Voldemort," said James bitterly.

Voldemort through back his head and laughed a horrible and evil laugh. "And there's nothing you can do about it James Potter, last descendant of Godric Gryffindor."

Suddenly, like a shaking the house, a piecing cry erupted from the upstairs. Voldemort's eyes widened as he heard shushing noises, and the cry decreasing.

"Wormtail!" shrieked Voldemort, and a watery, blue-eyed man came into view.

"Ye-yes, Ma-Master?"

"Why did you not tell me they had children?!" Voldemort yelled. The house shook.

"My Lord, if I may," said a Eater from where he was holding Sirius Black. Voldemort turned to him and nodded. "It seems that this traitor of the Light Side has traded us in return. He must have known about their children. He is one of their closest friends."

"Too true," Voldemort sighed. He turned back to Wormtail. "For your incompetence, you shall die." Then he cast the Avada Kedvarda on Wormtail, and a body fell to the floor.

"Now," he said turning back to whomever had spoken to him about Wormtail's failure, "go get the Potter's brats." The person bowed and rushed up the stairs before Lily or James could stop him.

The man was back a second later with his robe fried to almost a crisp and his hair sticking up in all directions.

"So?" Voldemort said impatiently. Unknown to both of them, Lily and James, with Sirius in tow, were heading silently toward the kitchen door.

"My Lord, the children, their maniacs! The that had the wand placed incindio on me, and look what happened! I could not even put the flames out! And the two younger boy's had mines set around their beds! I could not even get close to them!"

Voldemort turned back to Lily and James only to find that they were gone. "Blast it Lucius! They got away because of your blabber! And I cannot believe that you can't handle some children! I will go myself!"

At that moment Voldemort stormed up the stairs with red in his eyes. When he reached the top, he was faced with a young lady, barely older than 2 years of age. She looked at Voldemort with pure disgust. She had slate blue eyes, and long black hair.

Next to her was a boy in a cot around 4 years old, and then next to him was another boy the same age. They seemed to be twins, and both had red hair. Both were asleep.

Then finally was a small boy, no older than 2, was sleeping in between the 2 older boys. He was very small for a 2 year old, and only had a tuff of black hair on his head.

Voldemort smirked and turned on the small boy. He would be the easiest to use the Avada Kedvarda curse on. Voldemort shouted the ly curse, and the green light traveled from his wand to the small boy. Before it hit him, though, it was thrown back to Voldemort for no apparent reason.

And the rest is history.

Voldemort was defeated that night. All that remained of him was a ring with a skull with a serpent winding through the mouth.

End Chapter 2

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