Voldemort smiled. He walked into the house, not bothering to knock. "Hello," he called sweetly. "Is anyone home?" The smile on his face contained no mirth.
James Potter sprang from the armchair in the den, two rooms away from the Dark Lord. "Lily! Take Harry and go!" He pulled out his wand.
"No, James, I can't leave you!" cried his wife, Lily, fear in her huge green eyes. She clasped their only child, Harry Potter, in her arms. Even at the young age of fifteen months, he could sense the wrongness in the air, and was struggling violently in his mother's arms.
"Go! Save yourselves," James pleaded. Voldemort strolled through the door in time to catch one last glimpse of long red hair disappearing up the stairs. He laughed.
"Think you can kill me, Potter?" Lord Voldemort asked innocently. "Think again. Protego!" He threw up a magical shield as James fired off a stunning spell. "My Death Eaters have surrounded the area, Potter," he added. "You have nowhere to run, and nowhere to hide." He sidestepped another spell from James. "Avada Kedavra!"
Green light flooded the room, and the lifeless body of James Potter slumped to the floor. His wand rolled under the armchair he had occupied only minutes before. Voldemort giggled and stepped over the body to climb the stairs.
Lily whirled around, sobbing, to face the Dark Lord. She no longer held her son, just her wand. "No! Leave Harry. Kill me instead if you must, but not Harry!" At the mention of his name, Harry gurgled in his crib. Lord Voldemort glanced from mother to son.
"I really can't be having with this," he said lightly. "Avada Kedavra!" Lily too fell to the floor, dead. Voldemort smiled and crossed the room to where the baby lay, still gurgling. He looked down upon the tiny face eagerly. "Dressed in black, I see," he murmured. "How appropriate."
All of a sudden, baby Harry jumped up and started pummelling Lord Voldemort with his small fists. Surprised, the man stepped back, but the baby did not cease. Harry went into a series of amazing flips and kicks and ended up with Lord Voldemort in a full nelson on the floor.
"What the hell-?" Voldemort gasped in a strangled voice. He attempted to dislodge the infant, but no luck.
"Back off, motherfucker!" squeaked Harry. "My name is Harry Potter. You killed my parents. Prepare to die." Just then Voldemort shook the baby boy off. Standing, he picked up his wand, which had rolled under the crib. Half snarling, he pointed his wand at the infant on the floor. "I don't know what the hell you are," he panted, "but you're going to suffer before you die!"
Harry rolled over, quick as lightning, and smashed the mirror on the wall. He grabbed a sharp shard of glass and aimed it at the Dark Lord just as the Cruciatus curse flew towards the baby. It reflected back at the man, who dropped and rolled on the floor, whimpering in pain. Harry laughed.
Infuriated, the man picked the baby up and held it at arms length. The piece of mirror fell to the floor and shattered. Lord Voldemort smiled horribly, and said, "Avada Kedavra!" His smile changed as the spell reflected off the baby's forehead, leaving a lightning bolt shaped gash. Both man and baby fell to the ground, both unconscious as the spell ricocheted around the room, destroying everything in its path. The house fell down soundlessly around the two still living bodies.
Some time later, Sirius Black stood, horrified, staring at the ruins.
