A/N: I have abandoned Indomitus Peverell, sadly, because I felt it was too fast paced, too short, and I didn't get the result I expected. Sorry people who have been following the story the whole way, and I hope you return for this. This is canon, mostly. No divergences, or at least not to the following books: PS, CoS, PoA, GoF, OotP, HBP, and DH. I may make some of my own story for flashbacks back to in between DH and CC. But there was never really canon story for that anyways.

Disclaimer: I don't own any characters, settings, or ideas. J.K. Rowling does. This applies to the whole story.

Outside The Potter's Cottage, Godric's Hollow, Hallowe'en 1980

"Not Harry, not Harry, please not Harry!" Cried a desperate Lily from afar. "Stand aside, you silly girl...Stand aside now..." Voldemort viciously hissed. "Not Harry, please no, take me, kill me instead..." "This is my last warning-" "Not Harry! Please...Have mercy...Have mercy...Not my son! Please - I'll do anything." "Avada Kedavra!"

And it's like lightning passes through Harry's body. He's sent to the floor, mad with grief. And a noise like a shrunken scream descends and ascends around us. (- Harry Potter and the Cursed Child)

(Break)

And we just watch. And slowly what was there was no longer there. And everyone is rotated off and away. Except Harry. He spun slightly ever so, though never leaving as his family had. He had been dropped back down; a message written beside where he had fell. "Die." Though how very simple the word was, and how many times he had heard and read that threat as an Auror and Slayer of Voldemort, he felt a chill down his spine. Not only did it seem like it was written in something that definitely not red ink, but he also didn't know who wrote it. The Hollow was apparently empty. Who could've written it? And why was he kept from going back?