DiScLaImEr- I don't think I own anyone… 'cept the muses… and me… I think I own me…
There were hooded figures in a circle, all looking at an unhooded man in the center. When the man in the center looked offscreen, everyone followed his gaze. Another man, hooded, stumbled into the clearing.
"Sorry…" the voice of Peter muttered as he walked into his spot in the circle.
"Pettigrew, would you care to indulge us as to why you are late?" one of the Death Eaters said. Peter flushed under his hood.
"I had to… do something."
"Obviously," another sneered. The man in the center held up a hand to quiet the sniggering men. He then said,
"Pettigrew, have you gotten any information?"
"N… no, my lord," he stammered.
"Pity. Does anyone else know anything?"
"My Lord, may I speak?" a man said, timidly raising a hand. The man looked at him.
"Ah, Goyle. Another bar story?"
"Very good, Sir… I was in the Hog's Head, having a drink when I drifted upstairs with a lady of the evening to hear Dumbledore trying to fill the post for Divination teacher at his school. Apparently a Seer, Sybill Trelawney, tried for the post, and Dumbledore was not pleased, until she began to forsee something."
"Well, do not keep me waiting," the man said.
"I didn't hear the entirety of it, but apparently there is a boy that will halt your intentions of taking over. A boy that was born near the end of July, born to parents who thrice defied you… and that's all I got."
"That's all you have? That's pathetic!"
"My apologies, my Lord."
"Do we have any idea who this could be?"
"While I was at St. Mungo's, because my wife was having our son, I asked the doctor how many baby boys he had seen as wonderful as mine. He mentioned two that were born within a day of eachother. They are Harry Potter and Neville Longbottom. The first is half blood, the second is pureblood." The man nodded, taking all this in when he heard an angry mutter of 'Potter' behind him. He looked.
"Are you alright, Snape?"
"Fine, just… I know that Potter boy's parents," Snape muttered. The man smirked, then realization hit him.
"Wait… why haven't you told me this before, Goyle?"
"My apologies, my Lord, but as I said, my wife was giving birth six months ago on the last meeting." The man sighed, pinching his temples.
"Oh well. Snape, do you know the Potter's address?"
"No, my Lord."
"I do," Peter squeaked out. The man looked at him.
"Ah, Pettigrew. Good for something, finally."
"My Lord, will you kill him tonight?" another Death Eater said.
"Better now than to wait. I suggest you all go home and collect Alabis so that no one can blame you for this child's death. Good evening." There was a flurry of pops as everyone Dissaparated from around the man, who shall henceforth be known as Lord Voldemort.
The camera zoomed out from that frame and zoomed in on the next one, which was a picture of the Potter's house at night. The balloons hanging from the mailbox were deflated and drooped a lot. The camera zoomed into the house and through the front door.
The trash can was the only thing that showed the party remanents. Harry's crib was moved back to its usual location of his bedroom, and he, as well as James and Lily, were sleeping.
In the first room down the hall, someone turned in the two-person bed. Someone sat up and fumbled with their bedstand for a moment, soon lifting up a pair of glasses. He slowly and silently shifted his legs so as not to disturb the person sleeping next to him. But with a swish, the blanket was pulled off his sleeping buddy. She stirred and sat up.
"James, what is it?" she asked.
"It's probably nothing, Lily… just go back to sleep," James said. But Lily sat up, stock-still and listening.
An almost silent click resounded in the distance.
"Oh, James!" Lily gasped, clutching James. He put a finger over her lips to hush her. She nodded and began to tremble.
There was a slow squeaking as the front door was opened.
James looked at Lily and unhooked her arms from around his neck.
"Lily, let me see who it is. It'll be alright," James said, standing and picking up his wand.
"If it's going to be alright, why are you taking your wand?" Lily said, a weak chuckle following the sentence as she stood up. James smiled and kissed her on the forehead.
"I'm positive. Don't worry about it, just go back to sleep." James stepped away and pulled open the door. In the hallway stood Voldemort, his wand raised.
"I do not wish to kill you. I only want your son."
"Lily! Take Harry and run!" James yelled. Behind him, a red head in pink pajamas ran out of their room. James tried to fend Voldemort off with feeble spells, but he was only getting annoyed. Voldemort lifted his wand and pointed it at James' chest.
"Avada Kedavara."
Green light shot out of the end of his wand and James' life was swept from him. Lily screamed and ducked into Harry's room, slamming the door behind her. She looked up and realized Harry was awake and crying.
"Ssh… Harry… it's alright," she whispered and, standing over his crib, she placed a finger in his hand. He stopped wailing, hiccupped occasionally, and gripped her finger. "You really are tiny…" she said with a pang of sadness, "Oh Harry… if we get through this… I'll raise you to be the son James and I were planning for… I swear to you, Harry… if we survive this, I'll love you more than a normal mother should…"
Lily picked up Harry, and when she hugged him, she burst into tears. Harry cooed quietly and reached up, holding her face in his tiny hands. She kissed him on his messy head and he giggled.
A spell was thrown against the locked door and Lily clutched Harry and screamed. The door was thrown open and Voldemort stood in the frame. Lily lay Harry in his crib and turned, yelling and blocking the crib.
"Don't kill Harry, please!"
"Stand aside, foolish girl."
"No please, take me instead!"
"No one else need be killed, foolish woman."
"No!" she screamed. Voldemort, tired of this, raised his wand.
"Avada Kedavara."
For the second time that night, green light swept the life out of a person. Voldemort turned his wand upon Harry.
"Now, to ensure you will not interfere…" The wand lifted into the frame of the picture that was appearing as the camera scooted out. However, a tan hand fell in front of the frame.
"The picture, sadly enough, loops after that. No one knows how Harry Potter survived that night," Melissa said, removing her hand to reveal a picture of the Potter's house at nighttime. She looked to her left at Michelle and Maria. As Michelle spoke, Melissa scooted over to a new picture.
"It was tragic. The second Dumbledore and them found out, they rushed straight over."
"But by the time they got there, it was already too late," Maria said, hanging her head. Melissa held up a picture of Harry and his parents. She looked like she was about to cry as she sang,
"Harry was orphaned now,
But he escaped his terrible fate,
He blocked Avada Kedavara,
So thank his lucky stars,"
"Tell it, girl," Melanie said. Melissa swapped her picture for another one, of Sirius walking out of the house with a bundle to a shocked Remus, Dumbledore and a few others.
"But James and Lily wept,
Because they couldn't be as involved,
They had to watch their precious baby,
Grow up from afar." Melissa swapped that picture with a number of inquiries the Ministry had to determine whether or not a person was a Death Eater.
"Good thing You-Know-Who's plan,
Was so thwarted when he disappeared," Melissa swapped her picture with Dumbledore, Minerva and Hagrid leaving Harry on the doorstep of the Dursley's.
"Harry was doomed to be alone,
And that's the Gospel Truth…" the other three joined in on the final, wavering note, as the camera zoomed in on another picture of the Dursley house during daytime.
Okay, that was a pain. -shudder- I just finished the sixth book... -wails for a moment, then sniffles and wipes eyes- Anyway... I know it wasn't Goyle that heard the prophecy... but rather than have it be... who it was... I decided to bring someone else into the limelight. Also... I was dissapointed with this chapter because I had to write the whole 'prophecy' thing SO much differently than the movie goes. Oh well. I tried.
By the way, I don't care what ANYONE says. Snape and Draco still rock all socks and shirts off, no matter what they did. (In the sixth book, don't ask me, just read!)