Chapter 1
Lily and James Potter were sitting in their comfortable house in Godric hollow with their one-year-old baby Harry on that fateful night. The dark lord had been looking for them for some time, but the Potters were not worried. They knew he could never find them as long as their secret keeper did not disclose their location. So on the contrary of worrying the Potters felt quite safe in the living room of their house with little Harry. They were just sitting around talking about nothing when James turned his head toward the kitchen. "What is it James?" Lily asked quizzically. "Nothing," he hesitantly answered but continued staring at the kitchen window for a bit before turning back to look at his beautiful wife and their son. "I think someone is in need of a nap," Lily said lovingly smiling down at Harry. "I think I'll put him in his crib. I'll be right back." "Ok," James said flicking his eyes once again back to the kitchen window. As Lily left and went up the stairs to Harry's room he got up and walked cautiously towards the kitchen. When he came to the doorway he looked around the room. He didn't know what he expected to see but whatever it was, was not there. He stretched his hand out to close the window and got it halfway shut when a loud noise made him turn his head so fast it sent a sharp pain through his neck. He stared hard at the person in front of him. The man was wearing a black robe and cloak and had his wand pointed directly at James. His eyes were red and frightening and his hair was dark and thick. "Where is the boy?" the strange man demanded. James's shock now changed to anger. Pulling his wand from his pocket he snarled, "How did you find us?" "Well it seems you're friend Peter has his priorities in order" The man answered calmly. "Peter?" James spit at the man. "It does not matter now, for I, Lord Voldemort have found you and I want the boy. Give him to me now or you too shall die." "I will never give you my son," James yelled. "Very well then, said Lord Voldemort raising his wand and once again pointing it at James. He opened his mouth but before he could speak James shouted, "Expelliarmus!" Voldemort's wand soared through James's outstretched hands and into the living room. Foolish boy!" Voldemort hissed just before he disappeared with a loud crack. James looked around wildly. Surely he would not just dissaperate without his wand. He ran into the living but as he got to where the wand lay a hand grabbed it up. In his desperate attempt to reach the wand he had not heard the tiny popping noise just ahead of him. Lord Voldemort towered over James, who abruptly stood upright. He scowled at Voldemort who was looking at him with mild amusement. Suddenly a soft cry came from the doorway to the left of the fireplace, followed by a quite gasp. Both men's eyes shot towards the stairs. "Lily, take Harry and go!" James shouted his eyes moving back to Voldemort. "It's him! Go! Run! I'll hold him off- "the rest of his sentence was drowned out by a high pitched cackle. Lily who had been hiding in the stairwell immediately broke into a run. She burst through the door at the top of the stairs and quickly shut and locked it. She rushed to the crib where Harry sat. He looked up admiringly at her but there was a trace of fear on his baby face. His cheeks were slightly tear stained but at the site of his mother he stopped whimpering. She hastened to pick him up but the door flew open with a terrible bang and Lily screamed. "Not Harry! Not Harry! Please I'll do anything!" she begged.
"Stand aside, Stand aside, silly girl!" Voldemort bellowed at her. She spun around and made to snatch Harry up but with another high pitched scream of laughter and the mumble of the words Avada Kedavra from Voldemort the room was filled with a green flash. Lily crumpled to the floor, her eyes still open wide with terror. Voldemort swept over to the crib and peered over its edge. Staring back at him with a frightened look on his face was little Harry. "Now, "said Voldemort quietly, "for what I came here to do. Once you are gone I will be the most powerful wizard alive and nothing or no one will be able to stop me," he said to Harry as if the baby had any comprehension of what he was saying. "And now I shall fulfill the prophecy of which I was told and kill you. Goodbye Harry Potter." He paused and looked at harry one last time before pointing his wand and saying in cool tone of self-proclaimed victory, "Avada Kedavra!" Once again the room was filled with a brilliant green flash. But instead of the boy falling over onto the soft pillows in his crib he remained upright and slightly pouting, covering his tear shiny green eyes with his tiny hands. A scream of pain came from across the room where Voldemort was withering and shrinking down towards the floor. He twisted with turmoil and suddenly his body disappeared and was replaced by a mere misty looking cloud of smoke with bright red eyes. What was left of the man fled the house and retreated into the woods. The house was now hauntingly quiet except for the cries coming from the little child. The boy, who had dark hair and disturbingly green eyes just as before, was bawling at the top of his lungs. The only difference in little Harry's appearance was the sudden emergence of a scar, just above the middle of his eyebrows. The scar was in the shape of a lightening bolt.
Lily and James Potter were sitting in their comfortable house in Godric hollow with their one-year-old baby Harry on that fateful night. The dark lord had been looking for them for some time, but the Potters were not worried. They knew he could never find them as long as their secret keeper did not disclose their location. So on the contrary of worrying the Potters felt quite safe in the living room of their house with little Harry. They were just sitting around talking about nothing when James turned his head toward the kitchen. "What is it James?" Lily asked quizzically. "Nothing," he hesitantly answered but continued staring at the kitchen window for a bit before turning back to look at his beautiful wife and their son. "I think someone is in need of a nap," Lily said lovingly smiling down at Harry. "I think I'll put him in his crib. I'll be right back." "Ok," James said flicking his eyes once again back to the kitchen window. As Lily left and went up the stairs to Harry's room he got up and walked cautiously towards the kitchen. When he came to the doorway he looked around the room. He didn't know what he expected to see but whatever it was, was not there. He stretched his hand out to close the window and got it halfway shut when a loud noise made him turn his head so fast it sent a sharp pain through his neck. He stared hard at the person in front of him. The man was wearing a black robe and cloak and had his wand pointed directly at James. His eyes were red and frightening and his hair was dark and thick. "Where is the boy?" the strange man demanded. James's shock now changed to anger. Pulling his wand from his pocket he snarled, "How did you find us?" "Well it seems you're friend Peter has his priorities in order" The man answered calmly. "Peter?" James spit at the man. "It does not matter now, for I, Lord Voldemort have found you and I want the boy. Give him to me now or you too shall die." "I will never give you my son," James yelled. "Very well then, said Lord Voldemort raising his wand and once again pointing it at James. He opened his mouth but before he could speak James shouted, "Expelliarmus!" Voldemort's wand soared through James's outstretched hands and into the living room. Foolish boy!" Voldemort hissed just before he disappeared with a loud crack. James looked around wildly. Surely he would not just dissaperate without his wand. He ran into the living but as he got to where the wand lay a hand grabbed it up. In his desperate attempt to reach the wand he had not heard the tiny popping noise just ahead of him. Lord Voldemort towered over James, who abruptly stood upright. He scowled at Voldemort who was looking at him with mild amusement. Suddenly a soft cry came from the doorway to the left of the fireplace, followed by a quite gasp. Both men's eyes shot towards the stairs. "Lily, take Harry and go!" James shouted his eyes moving back to Voldemort. "It's him! Go! Run! I'll hold him off- "the rest of his sentence was drowned out by a high pitched cackle. Lily who had been hiding in the stairwell immediately broke into a run. She burst through the door at the top of the stairs and quickly shut and locked it. She rushed to the crib where Harry sat. He looked up admiringly at her but there was a trace of fear on his baby face. His cheeks were slightly tear stained but at the site of his mother he stopped whimpering. She hastened to pick him up but the door flew open with a terrible bang and Lily screamed. "Not Harry! Not Harry! Please I'll do anything!" she begged.
"Stand aside, Stand aside, silly girl!" Voldemort bellowed at her. She spun around and made to snatch Harry up but with another high pitched scream of laughter and the mumble of the words Avada Kedavra from Voldemort the room was filled with a green flash. Lily crumpled to the floor, her eyes still open wide with terror. Voldemort swept over to the crib and peered over its edge. Staring back at him with a frightened look on his face was little Harry. "Now, "said Voldemort quietly, "for what I came here to do. Once you are gone I will be the most powerful wizard alive and nothing or no one will be able to stop me," he said to Harry as if the baby had any comprehension of what he was saying. "And now I shall fulfill the prophecy of which I was told and kill you. Goodbye Harry Potter." He paused and looked at harry one last time before pointing his wand and saying in cool tone of self-proclaimed victory, "Avada Kedavra!" Once again the room was filled with a brilliant green flash. But instead of the boy falling over onto the soft pillows in his crib he remained upright and slightly pouting, covering his tear shiny green eyes with his tiny hands. A scream of pain came from across the room where Voldemort was withering and shrinking down towards the floor. He twisted with turmoil and suddenly his body disappeared and was replaced by a mere misty looking cloud of smoke with bright red eyes. What was left of the man fled the house and retreated into the woods. The house was now hauntingly quiet except for the cries coming from the little child. The boy, who had dark hair and disturbingly green eyes just as before, was bawling at the top of his lungs. The only difference in little Harry's appearance was the sudden emergence of a scar, just above the middle of his eyebrows. The scar was in the shape of a lightening bolt.