For Neither Can Live While the Other Survives
Chapter Four
Death
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Green light erupted from Voldemort's wand and it filled the room.
Nothing happened for a moment.
The main lights suddenly shattered and all that was left was an eerie green light. Baby Harry's face glowed green and he stared directly at Voldemort. Voldemort gazed at the baby, suddenly fearing him. There was a strange look in the baby's eyes; an older look, a look of recognition, a look of hatred. Voldemort took a step backwards, his blood red eyes wide.
The green light suddenly turned to a crimson red illuminating the baby's face. Voldemort gasped as he saw the face was of a seventeen-year-old boy, with a scar on his forehead.
"Voldemort," hissed the face, "You have killed my parents. You have killed my godfather. You have killed my best friends and everybody I have loved. The Prophecy made shortly before my birth dictates that I am the only person that can ever kill you. I am going to do it now."
Voldemort gasped again. "But you're only a baby. How can you do that? You shouldn't even be speaking yet!"
"I do not know myself. All I want is to take this opportunity to kill you now. Then when I am older I will still have my friends and my godfather," said Harry, still gazing at Voldemort with such a look of hatred that even the Dark Lord was startled.
"But you won't have your parents!" sneered Voldemort, triumphantly.
"That may be true," said Harry, quietly,
Voldemort laughed evilly and he leered at Harry. "You can never defeat me! You are just a mere baby. You don't even have a wand! Nobody will ever defeat Lord Voldemort! Prepare to die!"
Voldemort took up his wand once again. The red light was still hovering around the pair.
"Avada Kedavra!" screamed Voldemort, pointing his wand at the baby. The seventeen-year-old face of Harry Potter watched as the red light formed a blockade in front of him, stopping the death curse from touching him. The pair looked on as the spells intermingled and mixed. It emitted luminous sparks and suddenly turned into a Dark Mark. Voldemort's triumphant laugh was stopped as the shape suddenly zoomed over to him and into his chest. The Dark Mark glowed brilliantly on his chest for a moment before sinking in. Voldemort screamed in agony. His body suddenly turned into stone before exploding in all directions.
The door into the house was suddenly forced open and in rushed Dumbledore and Sirius Black. Sirius ran to James and Lily's bodies.
"They're... they're dead, Albus," said Sirius, his voice shaking,
"But Voldemort's dead," replied Dumbledore, as he surveyed the pile of ashes.
Sirius picked up Harry, who had returned to looking like a one-year-old baby.
"Oh Dumbledore, thank heavens Harry survived. But how did Voldemort die?"
"I will tell you one day," said Dumbledore, looking at the baby sadly, "Sirius, as Harry's godfather, will you take Harry into your home and bring him up?"
"As if he was my own," whispered Sirius, tears leaking out of his eyes, at the sight of his dead best friend's only son.