Chapter 1
Saint-14's fourteenth life ends as abruptly as it began. There is only the light and Saint can't quite remember the circumstances surrounding his final death, still he believes he died to save his city and that is enough. He thinks back on his friends, the young wolf, Osiris and his father. It was a good fourteenth life he concludes, he recalls his fight against the Devil's Kell and laughs heartily at the stunned expression on Solkis face after he rips out his helm, at least he assumes it was a stunned expression, you could never be sure with the Eliksni - No the Devils and all their ilk were Fallen. He is brought out of his musings when all of a sudden he finds himself gripping a physical form, he holds on and doesn't let go. He struggles to stay awake and pain overwhelms him but in the end he proves victorious. He feels the taint of not quite hive magic, his rage burns. His eyes snap open and with fury he unleashes his light.
Lord Voldemort is riding a high that he feels is impossible for those lesser than him - everyone - to comprehend. After all what could possibly compare to the euphoria of finally securing his own immortality. In the end it had been pathetically easy.
He arrives quietly on a dark street in Godric's Hollow. After learning the secret from a literal rat - and isn't that singular proof that life has a rather macabre humor - he had immediately made his way over here. He couldn't waste any time. True immortality would soon be his. He arrives in front of a rather comely home and can't help but scoff at the remaining defenses, pathetic as they are. A few seconds later he has thrown up a weak ward preventing magical travel. While it would never hold up to scrutiny, it would serve it's purpose. He stares at the door for a moment before, with a flick of his wand, a blasting curse shreds the remaining protections as well as the front door.
„Take Harry and run!" are the first words to come out of James Potters mouth. They are also his last. Potter throws up a shield in a fraction of a second and banishes the sofa towards the dark lord, in the same motion he shatters it, all the while letting the splinters carry their previous momentum towards his opponent. It is for naught, projectiles that could have torn a crowd to shreds are blocked by a wandless, almost absentminded barrier charm and before James potter can throw another spell, a light flick from the dark lords wand blasts him into the wall with such strength that only his own shield keeps him alive. A split second later he is dead, the killing curse ending his life.
Lily Potter is in a panic they weren't prepared for this, she has locked herself in Harry's bedroom and desperately tries to dismantle the anti apparition jinx preventing her and Harry's escape. James is most likely already dead but she can't dwell on that, if she does, she will lose any chance at survival.
The bedroom door is blown open. „Please! Spar-„ „Avada Kedavra!" Lily Potter slumps to the ground lifeless. While his follower had asked him to spare her, he would simply have to live with his disappointment. Lord Voldemort turns his wand on Harry Potter and utters the killing curse a third time. The baby's crying abruptly stops and Lord Voldemort has succeeded, the prophecy is void, he has no equals.
He is about to leave when he feels it, a metaphysical sensation he could only describe as light burns intensely behind him. He turns around again and for the first time in a long while he feels fear, where previously was a baby's corpse, it is a corpse no longer. Green eyes burn brightly with rage and are covered by purple light a split second later that continues to lance outward in an explosion. He is too slow to escape it but he takes solace in the fact he will only be delayed for a few weeks, thanks to his Horcruxes, as the strange phenomenon rips his body to shreds, only that isn't quite right. He feels it when it attacks his soul, the purple light is much more than what it seems, it is hungry, it is empty, it is cold and it burns. His spirit howls as he is crippled by the devouring light and flees into the night.
Saint-14 takes longer than he cares to admit to realize his current predicament, namely the fact that he had been reborn. Still, in the life of a guardian this wasn't a strange thing, even if it usually happened in a far more controlled way. He wonders shortly where the shade of the not-quite-hive wizard went before he decides that it is currently weakened enough and will have to be hunted down when his new body had matured. The last thing he thinks of before he falls asleep from exhaustion is that it is technically now Saint-15.
AN: This is the first experimental chapter of my first ever fanfic, I have no one to beta for me so please point out whatever spelling or grammar issues you may find. Otherwise I hope you like my idea and I would greatly appreciate a review! Cheers!