1The Spell Misspoken
(I don't own the characters they belong to J. K. Rowling. The plot is mine)
By Joseph Pingaro Falabella
Chapter One
The Beginning
Our story begins on the night of October 31st, Halloween. It was just like any other night. The stars shimmered like glitter on a blanket of dark blues and purples. The autumn wind rustles through the trees blowing the leaves on the sidewalks, and from the lawns of neighboring homes. The children of the quiet small town in the western coast of Whales, England, were fast asleep in their warm beds, after hours of tricker treating. Nothing could possible go wrong tonight. At least that's what everyone thought. Striding up the street was a man. No not a man, that wouldn't be correct to call him a man. The figure in all black coming up the street was a symbol of all the powers of evil in the world. A symbol for all hatred, disgust, and gloom. It was no other than Dark Lord Voldemort.
"Open this Door you filthy mudblood!" The Dark Lord said with his voice echoing through the night.
"No, leave us alone. Leave in peace" Lilly said as she was holding her baby boy in her arms. "Have it your way" Voldemort hissed. "Bombarda!" the bedroom door flew off its hinges. Lilly kisses her baby boy on his forehead. She puts her son in the crib and stands in front of it protectively. "Stand aside foolish girl" he said, pointing his wand at her.
"Please not him. Not my baby. Take me instead" she begged him.
"Stand aside!" he hissed.
"No" she had her arms spread like and eagle, protecting her baby.
The dark lord had enough of this stalling. "Avada Kedavra" he shouted. A blinding green light shot out of his wand. The sound of thunder and the sound of Lilly's screams were heard though the night. She was dead.
The dark lord stepped over the body of Lilly to the crib. The boy smiled at the dark lord sucking his thumb. "Avada Kedavra" he shouted once more. But this time the curse was reflected. The killing curse was reflected back onto the dark lord himself. Afterwards he ran and disappeared into the night.
The Muggles, in the quiet small town in Whales, England, started to gather at the mysterious house on their street. They heard strange sounds coming from the house, and seeing flashes of bright green light from the windows. The neighbors heard screams that sounded like someone was being killed or beaten. A
lbus Dumbledore, Mr. Fudge, and other ministry officials including Mr. Diggory, reported to the scene. The house was nearly destroyed. They recovered the two bodies of James and Lilly Potter from the house and told the mob of Muggles that everything was under control.
With that said and done, the Muggles returned to their homes. One official found the baby boy in his crib with a cut on his forehead in the shape of a lightning bolt. "Do you suspect that it was You-Know-Who?" asked Fudge.
"Yes, and his powers were destroyed and all thanks to that baby boy, Harry, over there" replied Dumbledore.
"He tried to kill him but the curse was reflect back onto the caster. Yes, Voldemort is gone." Fudge shook with disgust at the sound of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Name's name. "Were are you going to take Harry, Albus?" asked Fudge.
" I'm taking him to his last living relatives. So that he will be safe".
Mr. Diggory over heard the conversation between Dumbledore and Fudge. Seeing that everything is under control, " Good evening fudge I'll see you in the morning" he said. He then turned on his heel and disappeared with a pop.
"Good night Cedric" Mrs. Diggory said to her son after tucking him into bed. Cedric was three years of age the night of the disappearance You-Know-Who. Cedric was just about to fall asleep when he heard his father come in.
" Judith, Judith were are you?" Mr. Diggory said when he came through the fount door. " What is it Amos? I just put Cedric to bed." she said while she came down the stairs. Young Cedric got out of his bed and went to the foot of the stairs to listen to his parents.
"The Potters Judith, they're dead" Amos said.
"What - what happened?" she asked.
"He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named" he whispered to his wife.
"Oh my god" she put a hand to her mouth, trembling. "But that's not all dear. You-Know-Who is gone. His powers destroyed" Amos said.
"But how could that happen. You know as well as I do that there is no stopping the killing curse." she said in amazement.
"I know there isn't. But that's the thing. When he went to kill their son Harry, his spell was reflected onto him. He couldn't touch him." he told her in relief.
"Amos, you're telling me that Harry Potter stopped You-Know-Who? But he's only a baby, only one year old" she said still in a form of shock. Amos nodded.
Cedric thought he heard enough and head back to bed. He went to sleep very happy. Happy for knowing his parents were happy. Happy for knowing he was safe in his bed. Cedric quickly went to sleep. And all thanks to Harry Potter the-boy-who-lived. That night every wizard and witch in the Wizarding World held his or her glasses high. And every one of them made a toast to Harry Potter The-Boy-Who-Lived.