Author's Note: Hey guys! I'm revising this again because I have no hope in redemption and my previous versions didn't make any sense to me so, here we are again. Revision #2, let's go, bros.
Now then, Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or anything affiliated with the product.
On to the Story!
The window rattled from the cold October wind, tree branches scratching against the glass as a young woman with fiery red hair hummed, pacing back and forth in front of the clear pane. Her eyes were a beautiful green that matched quite well with the simple green dress that she wore as she smiled. She held a little boy to her chest as she hummed a soft song. A knock came from the door and the woman turned, setting the green-eyed baby down in his crib. She smiled when a man walked in, his hair unruly and black with warm brown eyes as he walked over to the green-eyed baby.
"Little Harry all tuckered out?" He asked with a smile as he looked down at his son, the woman nodding as she bounced a bit, "Yes, he's a surprisingly easy baby."
"Hmm… I wonder who he gets that from?" The man smiled as he gently pressed a kiss to her forehead and she sighed, "I know it's not from you, James."
"Come on, Lil. You've been in the nursery all day painting away at the floor. If you aren't going to tell me what it is, the least you could do is come to bed," James spoke from the hall but paused when he heard the front door creak open.
His eyes widened when he saw the bone-white wand from the crack in the door and ran back to her, shouting, "Lily! He's here, take Harry and run! I'll hold him off!"
Lily gasped when she saw James shoot her a quick smile but knew what it meant as she ran to the babies' room, Harry was still fast asleep.
"My baby boy, I'm so sorry…" Lily began to cry as she picked him up and began to hum, her voice breaking when she heard the heavy thud come from the hall, "I will protect you, until my dying breath…"
There was a bang at the door and it rattled but didn't open as she cried, "Please, please, not my boy. Not my son." She barely flinched as the door finally burst and quickly turned, tears streaming down her face, "Please, have mercy! Not my Harry, please…"
"Move aside, you silly girl," The snake-faced man sneered and flicked his wand threateningly.
"Take me instead, please! Not my son! Have mercy..." She sobbed, tears filling her eyes as he leveled his wand at her and shouted, "Stupefy!"
She screamed as she fell to the ground and lay still, her eyes shutting. The Dark Lord stepped over her body and looked at the boy in the crib, one eyebrow raised elegantly as he eyed him, "Goodbye, little boy. Avada Kedavra!"
The green light grew bright as it snapped at the baby but a large pale blue mist enveloped the crib, forcing the spell back at the Dark Lord.
"Impossible!" Voldemort hissed as his eyes grew wide when the spell hit him, screeching in pain and doubling over as he tried to flee.
His body fell to the ground and began to crumble to dust, green flames falling from his gargling body and igniting the carpet. The fire licked at the walls and began to burn the wallpaper, climbing higher into the rafters of the roofing and out the door yet leaving Lily's body untouched. The ceiling cracked and the drywall broke, exposing thick wooden beams that held everything up. A broken piece of drywall fell and cut into Harry's forehead, leaving a jagged gash on his skin. The flames crackled at the crib but before it could envelop the furniture, a quick jet of water flew and extinguished the flames in the room and around the home.
Wizards and witches crowded the streets from all over the neighborhood as a tall giant of a man and a confident wizard walked side-by-side towards the quiet house. The wizard saw the front door ajar and sprinted towards the home, the giant jogging to keep up as the wizard banged through the house. His neat hair was ruffled and his pressed robes were wrinkled as he ran through the home, pausing at James' body but tearing his eyes away in order to concentrate on their children, putting out the flames as he ran through the house.
Both Lily and James survived that night and little baby Harry was hailed as a hero, his mother's ritual work kept in the shadows for on that cold Halloween night, it was not love that protected the young wizard but ancient magic long forgotten. Lily Potter was the brightest witch of her age and no one could contest that.
Far away from Godric's Hollow, another young mother sat with her child but it was not with love in her eyes or affection in her gesture. She screamed at the one year old like the banshee she was, ridiculing the young child who sat in his crib in a soiled diaper and cried.
"Shut up! Shut up, you ungrateful brat! You're nothing more than an eyesore!" She snapped and raised her hand, slapping the baby across the face which only caused him to cry louder.
The child was small, smaller than he was supposed to be, with pale skin and vibrant blue eyes, shocks of black hair sprouting from his little head but the hairs right in front on his forehead were pure white. The woman was tall with a long neck and a bony figure, blond hair sat atop her hair in a neat fashion as she stared at the baby with large wide eyes full of hate.
"That's it! I will have peace and quiet!" She shouted and marched to the door, running down the stairs with a crazed look in her eyes.
She reached the kitchen and grabbed a small knife, a paring knife if you will, and headed back up to the child's room, "This will make you quiet."
The woman approached the crib with ill intent as she held the knife and reached down for the baby, holding him still with one hand before cutting across his neck with the knife. Blood spilled from the cut and his gurgled cries soon fell quiet despite his struggles and the woman smiled, "There now, that wasn't so hard." She pulled the knife back and left the room with a hummed joyful tune, her hands splattered with blood.
Big fat tears rolled down the child's cheeks as he cried and his blue eyes glowed faintly in the dimly lit room, the blood stopping quickly as the cut glowed before beginning to heal but the damage was already done.
One year later...
The baby, now one year older, had an ugly scar along his throat from the incident with his mother. His vibrant blue eyes still so clear and full of life began to dull from the abuse. He didn't understand why his mother was so angry all the time, perhaps he was at fault? Despite his best efforts, the young infant couldn't utter a single sound after that fateful evening.
His big head turned to look at the door when it opened and an icy feeling gripped his heart as the woman, his mother, stepped into the room. Without a word, she scooped the baby up roughly, wrapping him in a worn blanket and carrying him from the home. She made sure that her husband wasn't at home before remembering that he was at his boss's house for a meeting and heading out the door. She pulled a scarf over her head to hide her features as she flagged down a cab and left the rather well off looking neighborhood.
The cab drove for what seemed like hours, but was only about thirty minutes, and slowed to a stop in front of a large gate. The woman got out and sniffed dismissively at the driver as she approached the large building, buzzing the gate and waited for someone to answer.
The speaker crackled a little and a woman's voice answered, "Welcome to Sister Margaret Venora's Home for Children, how may I help you?"
"I'm here to make a deposit," the tall thin woman sniffed and the gates opened with a soft creak. She walked up the stone steps to the front of the building and the door opened for her, a dark portly woman in a nun's gown with a kind smile looked up at her, "Welcome. This way, I will facilitate the paperwork for your deposit. If I may ask why-"
"No you may not," The woman snapped back and handed the infant to the nun before turning for the door, "His name is Malakai. He is two years old. born June 23rd."
"W-Wait!" The nun reached out to stop her but she was already gone. The nun frowned a little as the baby fussed before cooing softly, "It's alright, Malakai, you're safe now. Come, let's get you some food. You must be hungry."
She turned and headed into the darkness of the building, humming a soft tune as she went and tucked a lock of curly hair back into her cap. The blue eyed baby looked up at her, a hint of fear in his eyes but her warm demeanor calmed him. If only he knew how long that would last, he would have reveled in her kindness for as long as he could.