-1I don't own HP or any of those characters we all know and love(or hate) so much…but this IS fan so you know the deal with these…
Your Author, TIA
He had blasted down the door, and began to climb the stairs. Seeing them in the hallway, the perfect couple it made him sick. If he had not killed them because of their power he would surely kill them for having what he did not. Love, he saw it in her eyes when her husband had shouted to her. Their love for each other only surpassed for the love of their son. She ran down the hall and into the baby's room. A room that had been robbed of the heartless man who stood before James Potter, ready to kill him. Tom. M. Riddle, know by all as Lord Voldamort, raised his wand.
Death came soon for James Potter. His last words still forever haunt Tom's dreams; "I'm sorry." it was simple really. He was sorry that he could not help them. Love is the dankest thing, it will lead you to hell and back and yet we still fight for it. To keep it, to cherish it, to hold onto forever. Voldemort stepped over his limp body, his once brilliant hazel eyes now only held a small and loused spark. Never to be what they once were. He was gone…
He came to the child's room, only to find the mother holding onto her child for dear life. Seeing him and knowing what was to come she put him in his crib and stood in front of her doom. Head held high, she glared at him. That…that thing that had killed the man of her dreams, now to kill her and her only son. Tears streamed down her face, her eyes were the only thing that sent Tom any idea of how much she loathed him, sparkling with fire and rage. That is until she spoke, not to Tom to her child. "I love you Harry." With that Voldimort walked over to her and hit her hard across the face.
"Do not speck unless spoken to! Now I must say goodbye…" With that he killed her. With no remorse, or even a twinge of life in his stone cold eyes. He moved over to the child, so sweet and innocent. But he knew that if he did no kill him now, this child would be the end of him.
The night stood still if only for a moment. The fighting cats silenced, the televisions flickered out and there was no sound…all but for those words. It only lasted a second, no one would know until dawn. None would know he was gone until the looked in the child's room. Nobody should know the nightmares witch he calls pleasant life but he. And all wizard kind held there breath, a shimmer of hope deep within. Not knowing of the coast.
In the depths of the night one hero lives, while two lay in what's left of their home…all because one man is no longer a man, but pure evil.