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Well, this is the last chapter. I really struggled with this one, but I think it works.

Chapter 8 – The last straw

Voldemort was woken up by a poking feeling in his arm. 'I don't remember falling asleep. I must have been more tired than I thought. Well babysitting that brat, who could blame you? Speaking of which, I hope to God that isn't who I think it is.'

He slowly opened his eyes, and soon found himself looking into a familiar pair of green eyes. Not expecting to actually come face to face with someone, he jumped and let out a small shriek. He was startled, but relieved even more when that person spoke.

"Oh, good, you're awake! James, he is alive after all!"

James' face appeared in the doorway. "That's a relief, I thought something bad had happened! Especially since you kept on screaming like that!"

Voldemort narrowed his eyes at James, "I was not screaming!"

"Yes you were, you were like, 'Harry, stop that! Put that down Harry, Harry get off the roof!' it was quite scary. Whoever this Harry guy is, he must have caused you some serious stress!"

Voldemort looked at Lily, expecting her to scream and shout at James for his incompetence. Instead she had tensed up, and had developed a twitch in her right eye. 'Oh, crap I need to get out of here!'

Voldemort stood from the couch, and backed away from the deranged looking woman.

"Well, um, look at the time! I should probably be going, I have a lot of things to do if I want to become minister you know!"

James, not noticing the murderous looks being shot at him by his wife, turned to Voldemort. "Ok, it was really nice to finally meet you! And thanks for everything you've done for us. Whatever that was."

Lily stood up, walked out the room and went upstairs. James turned to Voldemort and gave him a puzzled expression, Voldemort just shrugged. 'Oh my god, she's gone mad, she's going to kill him! I MUST get out of here NOW!' Voldemort turned to leave the house, when Lily came back down the stairs, and into the living room, blocking his escape. 'Great! Well if the worst comes to the worst, I can jump out of the window! I've done it once, and I can do it again!'

"Lily, where did you get to? What have you got there?"

Lily smiled, the twitch still present in her eye. "James, this is Harry, he looks just like you, doesn't he?"

James looked at the sleeping child in Lily's arms. "Bloody hell! He does, doesn't he? Where'd you find him?"

"James, the reason he looks like you is because, he's your son!"

"I have a son? Why didn't you tell me? Have you kept him in his room all this time? What kind of mother are you!" James couldn't believe this, his wife has been neglecting his son, a son he didn't even know about!

Lily put Harry down on the couch, and walked towards James, Voldemort completely forgotten. She stopped right infront of him, and said, "No, I haven't been keeping him in his room, I've been telling you, time and time again that you have a son. But you, the idiot that you are, forgets he even exists all the bloody time! What kind of mother am I? The question is, what kind of father are you?"

James was shocked, Lily never talked to him like this! Well, if you don't include years 1 through 6, when he was still trying to get her to go out with him. He couldn't answer her, but just stared at her with a hurt look on his face.

Lily didn't care, she was past caring, she was fuming. "What the hell is wrong with you James? Why can't you remember Harry?"

"Who?"

That did it for Lily. She let out a frustrated scream and snapped completely. Without a second thought, she took out her wand and killed James.

Voldemort, who was still forgotten, had watched everything in amazement. That man was well and truly stupid. 'Wait a minute! She's just killed your biggest fan! Well now you can kiss your votes goodbye! Its no good asking her to vote – she's completely cracked!'

The phone rang, Lily unable to answer as she was going through a fit of laughter, it was Voldemort who decided to pick it up.

"Hello?"

"Master?"

"Pettigrew? What the hell are you doing? Now is not the best time to be calling."

"But Master!"

"WHAT?"

"I'm sorry to have to tell you this but you lost to Fudge! The voting was over an hour ago! They've just announced the winner now!"

"PETTIGREW YOU IDIOT! I'M GOING TO KILL YOU!"

"It's not my fault, I tried to stall the voting as best I could, but no one would believe me that there were a group of break dancing monkeys down the road!"

Voldemort slammed the phone down and turned to Lily. 'It's all her fault, her and that stupid brat of hers!' Voldemort walked up to Lily, who was now crying.

"What am I going to do? I can't raise a child alone! Unless you could help me!"

Lily grabbed Voldemort and shook him. "Yes, of course you can, you like Harry don't you?"

Voldemort tried to pull Lily off him. He tried to think of something to say that would calm her down, but in her current state, there was not alot he could say.

"Erm, of course I like Harry, but I can't!"

"Yes you can, we are getting married!" Lily had a crazed look in her eyes.

'Oh, great! What the hell do I say now?' "Lily, I can't marry you!"

"What? You don't love me? I can't take anymore!" Lily took out her wand and killed herself.

Voldemort wasn't expecting this. 'Well that's your back up plan ruined! You will never be able to negotiate the safety of hostages now! Well at least she's calmer. She's dead, you idiot! Oh... hey, look Harry's awake. I suppose I should kill him, I mean he's got no parents, its probably for the best.'He walked over to the couch, where a now awake Harry was sitting.

"Sorry, kid, it's for the best."

He raised his wand and pointed it at Harry. Harry just sat there and looked at Voldemort, with his big green eyes. Voldemort looked at him, and sighed. 'I can't do it! Just look at him! Of course you can! It's easy! But we bonded! He isn't that bad! Just look at those eyes!'

"Well, fine, I won't kill you, but I'll leave you a little reminder of me." He raised his wand once more and left Harry's trademark scar on his forehead.

Voldemort then left the house, knowing he couldn't really do anymore. 'Well, I suppose there are other ways of taking over this godforsaken world! Time for plan B! Take over illegally with my mob of idiotic followers.' Voldemort walked down the road laughing evilly.

"MUHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA- BANG!

When out of nowhere a car came speeding down the road, hitting Voldemort and knocking him to the ground (well duh!)

The car door opened and out came Voldemort's servant, Pettigrew.

"Oh, no! Master! I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to!"

Voldemort looked up at his idiot servant, "Damn you, Pettigrew!" He then slumped into unconsciousness.

Pettigrew panicked when people started coming outside to see what was happening. 'What was that spell again?'

Instead of performing a simple memory charm, Pettigrew cast a powerful spell that blew up all who had dared to go out. 'Oh shit, I'm outta here!' He transformed into a rat, and ran off into the night.

"And tha was the night your parents died Arry."

It was eleven years later, you know, the part where Hagrid tells Harry of his parents death.

"So Voldemort gave me this?" Harry said, pointing to his scar.

"Yeah, tha's no ordinary cut on your forehead, it's summat to remember im by."

"He tried to kill me?"

"Jesus Arry, you're as bad as your father. I've jus told yeh. Of course e tried to kill yeh! But e didn't, 'sides, tha mark aint really a cut, it looks like one, but it's really painted on, for summat called special effects."

Harry just looked at him.

"It is! Look, I could go on fer ages explainin how your life is just make believe an how this is all just a story from someone else's twisted, but brilliant mind, but I won't."

Harry was looking at him with wide eyes. "What do you mean, my life isn't real?"

"Er, nothin, forget I said anythin, lets jus get back to the subject, ok? Right, wher were we? Oh yeah, well for some unknown reason, he couldn't bring imself to kill yeh tha night. Summat stopped im, an the only person who knows the reason is im."

"Where is he know?"

"Some say e was involved in a car accident, an now e's too week to go on, but I dunno, we'll jus have ta wait n see."

Hagrid looked at his watch. "Well, we'll have ta be goin' soon. So, get yer things together, an we'll be off."

And so, Harry, now having the knowledge of how his parents were killed, followed Hagrid to the train station, where he would then be on his way to Hogwarts.

Aww, I'm all sad now! That's the end of my story, and I know this chapter probably wasn't as funny as the others, but I didn't know how to make light of the situation. On the bright side, this chapter was longer! I want to give all my reviewers a BIG THANK YOU! You were all what kept me going! Well,give me your honest opinions in a review and tell me what you think of this last chapter.