A/N
I do not own Harry Potter.
This is my first Fanfiction be nice 3
Next chapters will be longer!
It was a gloomy night that a robed figure chose to approach the Potter house in Godrics Hollow it wore a dark robe that covered everything from face to feet but if one would have looked under the robe they would have seen a pale-faced almost snakelike man. Said man had bright red eyes and a scowl on his visage as he blasted the door of said house in Godrics Hollow to pieces, inside two frightened muggles looked towards the door just as the snakelike man came in. He aimed his wand upon the male and a wretched green light followed the words that haunted many, wizards and witches alike. Avada Kedavra. The wizard after killing the man went after the woman who ran up the stairs and towards the nursery where the Dark Lord would find her and two babies. The second time the green light flashed a woman fell in front of her two grandsons Harry James Potter and Fleamont Charles Potter. He aimed his wand upon the red-haired child a third time this evening and uttered the two cursed words to mark the third death this night. But something happened, something that never should have happened and the curse bounced from the forehead of the young potter to send said spell back and bring upon its caster the fate that most had lived after he uttered the words.
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James Potter sprung up in the middle of the meeting of the Order he felt something, something had happened with the wards that had been set upon his home. "James?" Spoke a confused Lily Potter, "The wards something happened!" half spoke half screamed the oldest male Potter.
three figures sprung up and together the four ran towards the fireplace.
"Potter House" they shouted one after another and vanished in green flames only to find a dead muggle in the living room. Lily screamed and ran towards her father "Dad! Wake up, please" but to no avail. the other three meanwhile ran up towards the nursery only to be shocked. It laid in ruins, half the roof had been blasted away, and there laid another muggle, this time female, right next to her a robe and a wand. From the crib, there came sniffles two kids laid in it with teary-eyed expressions. A distraught Lily Potter left James Potter and his best friend and Godfather to his heir, Sirius Black to pick up their children and check them for injuries. While it seemed that the younger Potter, Harry James Potter had sustained no injuries the older Potter and Heir to the Potter fortune Fleamont Charles Potter had a very aggressive looking red scar on his forehead. The scar was a picture-perfect representation of a lightning bolt. "Albus" James spoke "look at Fleamonts scar" the old man in the purple robes named Albus Dumbledore looked at the forehead of Fleamont and replied, "It appears that Fleamont Potter is the child of the Prophecy, the scar, he has been marked by Voldemort although I don“t know how it came to be that he defeated Voldemort, it has happened."
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In a quiet dark castle in the highlands of Scotland, a man with greasy dark hair and a hooked nose paced around his personal quarters, his name was Severus Snape, something had happened he knew it the mark that adorned his left forearm had faded. He just hoped that the dark lord had fallen as the Prophecy predicted. In front of his face materialized a silver glowing bird that looked as though it had bathed in flames, a phoenix, and it spoke in the voice of the headmaster of the said school he was in right now "Severus come to my office, something extremely lucky has come to pass" the greasy-haired wizard sprung up and walked briskly through the dark corridors of the castle until he came to a stop in front of a hideous-looking creature, a gargoyle, the man spoke "Snickers" and the gargoyle rose out of the ground and with him came stairs that said man stepped up until he came to face a door "enter" came a voice from behind the door and he opened it only to find multiple people that had him scowling. Inside the office were James and Lily Potter with their two brats and Sirius Black, the former school rivals glared at each other until Dumbledore spoke "Severus I need you to go and visit your friends and spread the news that the Dark Lord Voldemort has fallen. Sneering the pale man immediately left but not without nodding to the headmaster as if to say 'Alright but reluctant'.
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"James, Lily, and Sirius" spoke the old man "it is with great disappointment that I tell you this, but the Dark Lord still lives however disembodied he may be he will come back" "But how!" cried a reluctant James, still not believing the words of the old man, "that is something I can and will not share, it is most evil and dark magic that only a few have delved into and much less used." "However you can prepare young Fleamont and train him to one day put a stop to him fully as the Prophecy dictates, Harry however is an entirely different problem he will be jealous of the fame and the training he cannot receive I implore that you place him somewhere safe so you can focus entirely on Fleamont." The Potters and Sirius although first reluctant slowly saw the correctness in the Headmaster“s statement and that is how young Harry Potter sat in front of an Orphanage in London with only a letter on a cold autumn morning. The letter said:
HJP
Name: Harry James Potter
Birthday: 31 July 1980
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A/N
I took some inspirations out of different stories. They will be named in the next chapter.
Neptune.
