Disclaimer: I do not own Harry potter and its characters. They all belong to J.K. Rowling. Also some of my ideas came from Harry Potter theories, those from SuperCarlinBrothers (should watch them on YouTube).
Warning: SOME VIOLENCE! SOME LANGUAGE! BUT NOTHING TO GRAPHIC. SOME OOC
PAIRINGS: CANNON
AN: This fic is not cannon! So, if you are looking for something similar to cannon this is not your fic. As I am an avid fan fiction reader, I'll try my best to give credit for anything that I've read and liked. I'm not perfect (and I took a break from read HP fanfic to avoid this), So if you see something, let me know and I'll give credit to where its due. Other than that, is this my first fic, so no beta, I'll try my best to catch all the grammar errors. This is a grey fic; what I write I do NOT believe is cannon nor the actual thoughts of the characters… (just my what if thoughts). This is for fun, so I'll try to update regularly…but sometimes life gets in the way. Anyways that's all for now, so enjoy :) .
'thoughts'
"speaking"
Prologue:
Godric's Hollow was a quiet town. As of late, nothing happened, nothing strange, nothing frightening, not even a car accident had graced the streets of Godric's hollow for the last year. Nothing anyone could remember that is. The residents of Godric's Hollow were grateful for this, since it seemed the United Kingdom was going up in flames. There were strange murders, buildings bursting into flames, and cities being torn to pieces by supposed hurricanes that came out of nowhere. Yes, the residents of Godric's Hollow were happy to live in a peaceful town where it was safe to trick-or-treat without fear of being in danger.
The red glow of the sun was quickly fading to a midnight blue, and the first rush of young children ran from house to house excited about candy, curious of all the creative costumes, and seeing who was bravest to stay in the cemetery the longest. A girl smiled with a light, twinkling laugh as the children rushed by her window. She turned her burgundy red hair away and shut the curtains, paying attention to her own child zooming about on a small broomstick in the living room. After kissing her husband, she continued to pick up her baby boy and show him the wonders of the new color-changing, everlasting bubbles that had arrived earlier that afternoon. Listening to his laugh made her smile even more as she thought, 'Despite the war, life couldn't be more perfect'. Unbeknownst to her, as the light autumn breeze rustled the leaves, an almost inaudible "pop!" came from down the street.
A dark figure came from out of the shadows. It looked around as if lost, but after a moment seemed to find what it was looking for and departed in the direction of a small cottage. As it walked down the street children pointed and whispered. The figure hissed underneath its breath, "Stupid, insolent, little brats, thinking they can judge whoever walks past them as if they can't hear, just like the orphanage, why if I had the time…" its rant was interrupted as a brave child walked up to it and exclaimed, "Why mister! That's such a great costume! Why, that mask looks real how did you do it?". The figure paused, tilting its head, and considered the child who dared to walked up to him, "magic" it hissed. The barely human sound that came from the figure frighten the child, he stuttered an unintelligible response as he backed away towards a group of children. The figure lifted its hand as if to point a stick at the wide-eyed child, but slowly lowered it, 'No, one innocent life is enough', it reasoned and continued on its way as the children scattered.
The figure walked up to the rusted metal gate that led to the door of the cottage. The gate creaked as it was slowly pushed open and the dark figure's robe glided across the stone path as it made its way to the door. There was a moment of complete silence, as the figure stood in front of the door, 'fools haven't even notice that I broke through their enchantments'. "CRASH!" the figure had its wand out almost simultaneously as door blew inwards off its hinges.
"Lily its HIM! He's here! Take Harry and RUN!", James screamed as he rushed into the front entrance from the neighboring room.
"I'll stop you, even if I die trying, you won't hurt my family", James said more bravely then he felt.
"Then you'll die in vain", came the horse reply.
James moved first, casting spells in quick succession. Bursts of colors flew from James and towards the intruder. James tried to use the debris from the door to try and distract the dark wizard in front of him to land a blow. The dark wizard didn't seem to move, as he just stood there and laughed, an unsympathetic dark laugh.
"Do you really think you have a chance against me, the greatest wizard of all time? Enough of this, I'm done indulging you," the cold words pierced through James like ice shards. Before James could reply, the dark wizard's rapid movements were almost undetected as several rocks, ropes, and spells were hurdling towards James. James tried to move and deflect everything but before he knew it, he was wandless.
"Avada Kedavra," was the last terrible words James heard before he fell to the floor dead.
The figure calmly walked past the corpse, two forsaken wands, and other debris as it proceeded to head up the stairs. Again, the figure stopped at the top of the stairs as if lost, then departed towards a closed door. "That portkey won't work you know, you don't have enough time nor talent to break through my wards," the figure said to sniffles from behind the door. "BOOM!" the closed door and everything in front of it exploded into thousands of pieces. A red-haired women crouched in front of a crib protecting a bundle. She slowly stood up, placing the bundle in the crib, she turned around to face the figure of her nightmares.
"NO! Please no…no…no", her voice faded into nothing as her green eyes meet the blood red eyes.
"Move aside, you need not die tonight," the forbidding voice commanded. Lily seemed to grow more confident as she cried, "NO NOT HARRY! Please spare him… take me instead…just not Harry,"
"I don't have time for this. Move aside, I only came for the child," came the reply to the pleads.
The child behind her seemed to sense the distress of his mother and tried to hug her, now with tears in his eyes as well. New tears sprang to Lily's eyes as she tried to plead for her son's life.
"No, no, no, not Harry. KILL ME! PLEASE SPARE HARRY! PLEASE! HAVEMERCY!NOTHARRY!" her cries became more frantic the more she pleaded.
"Last chance. Move aside, you silly girl," came the only reply to the mother's frantic pleads.
"NO! NO! NO!NOT HARRY…NOT HARRY…not harry…not Harry…no…Harry…my Harry…baby I love you…please not Harry," her pleads came incoherent as she realized how fruitless her begging was turning out to be.
"Avada Kedavra," came a calm whisper, glad for the end of the insolent begging.
There was only silence as a red-eyed snake like face looked into the sobbing green-eyed, tear-stained face. "Your parents trusted the wrong friend, you know. Shouldn't treat your friends like your enemies, or they would want revenge in any way possible. Though I suppose you won't live long enough to make that mistake", the cold voice laughed as it broke the silence. The green-eyed baby just looked at the stranger who made mommy stop crying with tears streaming down his face.
"Hmm…talking to a baby, I must have gone soft," the voice replied to the silence as it pulled out a ruby encrusted sword, a potions bottle, and a silver dagger. The child made no sound except sniffles to keep the snot from running down his face.
"At least you're quite… and those eyes…such powerful green-eyes…at least I was right in choosing you," the usually reserved voice wondered, just as the child's eyes seemed to glow the same green as the dark figure's favorite curse. The figure downed the liquid in the potion's bottle.
For the final time this night the powerful dark wizard muttered, "Avada Kedavra" and quickly afterwards, "Expecto vivet patronum,"
The first light was a bright green that was the same color as the child's eyes, which headed right towards the child. The second was what was once a huge snake, though now it was tail-less, and a quarter gone. The dark wizard stood in shock as its first curse seem to hover around the child before being blasted towards the figure. For the first time this night the child screamed in pure agony as blood burst from his head. For the first time in decades, the powerful wizard screamed in pure agony as he was ripped from his body that evaporated on sight. For the first time in decades, the powerful wizard fled in fear, pain, and pure rage.