The Halloween night was wet and windy, two children dressed as pumpkins waddling across the square and the shop windows covered in paper spiders, all the tawdry Muggle trappings of a world in which they did not believe ... And he was gliding along, that sense of purpose and power and rightness in him that he always knew on these occasions ... Not anger ... that was for weaker souls than he ... but triumph, yes ... He had waited for this, he had hoped for it...
"Nice costume, mister!"
He saw the small boy's smile falter as he ran near enough to see beneath the hood of the cloak, saw the fear cloud his pained face: Then the child turned and ran away ... Beneath the robe he fingered the handle of his wand ... One simple movement and the child would never reach his mother ... but unnecessary, quite unnecessary...
And along a new and darker street he moved, and now his destination was in sight at last, the Fidelius Charm broken, though they did not know it yet...
And he made less noise than the dead leaves slithering along the pavement as he drew level with the dark hedge, and steered over it ...
They had not drawn the curtains; he saw them quite clearly in their little sitting room, the tall black-haired man in his glasses, making puffs of colored smoke erupt from his wand for the amusement of the small black-haired boy in his blue pajamas. The child was laughing and trying to catch the smoke, to grab it in his small fist...
A door opened and the mother entered, saying words he could not hear, her long dark-red hair falling over her face. Now the father scooped up the son and handed him to the mother. He threw his wand down upon the sofa and stretched, yawning...
The gate creaked a little as he pushed it open, but James Potter did not hear. His white hand pulled out the wand beneath his cloak and pointed it at the door, which burst open.
He was over the threshold as James came sprinting into the hall. It was easy, too easy, he had not even picked up his wand...
"Lily, take Harry and go! It's him! Go! Run! I'll hold him off!"
Hold him off, without a wand in his hand! ... He laughed before casting the curse...
"Avada Kedavra!"
The green light filled the cramped hallway, it lit the pram pushed against the wall, it made the banisters glow like lighting rods, and James Potter fell onto his side and unconscious.
He could hear her screaming from the upper floor, trapped, but as long as she was sensible, she, at least, had nothing to fear...
He climbed the steps, listening with faint amusement to her attempts to barricade herself in...
She had no wand upon her either ... How stupid they were, and how trusting, thinking that their safety lay in friends, that weapons could be discarded even for moments... He forced the door open, cast aside the chair and boxes hastily piled against it with one lazy wave of his wand ... and there she stood, the child in her arms. At the sight of him, she dropped her son into the crib behind her and threw her arms wide, as if this would help, as if in shielding him from sight she hoped to be chosen instead...
"Not Harry, not Harry, please not Harry!"
"Stand aside, you silly girl... stand aside, now."
"Not Harry, please no, take me, kill me instead -"
"This is my last warning -"
"Not Harry! Please ... have mercy ... have mercy ... Not Harry! Not Harry! Please - I'll do anything ..."
"Stand aside. Stand aside, girl!"
He could have forced her away from the crib, but it seemed more prudent to finish them all...
The green light flashed around the room and missed her by an inch causing her to fall and like the man downstairs lose consciousness. The child had not cried all this time. He could stand, clutching the bars of his crib, and he looked up into the intruder's face with a kind of bright interest, perhaps thinking that it was his father who hid beneath the cloak, making more pretty lights, and his mother would pop up any moment, laughing –
He pointed the wand very carefully into the boy's face: He wanted to see it happen, the destruction of this one, inexplicable danger.
The child began to cry: It had seen that he was not James. He did not like it crying, he had never been able to stomach the small ones whining in the orphanage -
"Avada Kedavra!"
And then he broke. He was nothing, nothing but pain and terror, and he must hide himself, not here in the rubble of the ruined house, where the child was trapped screaming, but far away ... far away ...
After that happened Sirius and Remus were running to the door after apparating to their best friends and godson/cub because their other former best friend was gone.
"Oh Merlin! James! Lily! Harry!" Sirius yelled while they ran.
When they got in they looked around.
"James? Prongs!" Sirius yelled.
Then they heard something, someone groaned. Remus sniffed around recognizing the smell.
"It's Prongs!" he said.
When they found him they bent down to check on him.
"James? You ok?" Sirius said.
"Lily! Harry! He turned his back on us Padfoot, Moony. But I'm fine now let's go see if Lily and Harry are alright." James said.
Then he got up and ran upstairs.
When they got to the nursery they looked around.
"Lily? Harry?" James said.
Then like they heard from James someone groaned.
"LILY!" he yelled and took off the wood.
While James did that Sirius went to find Harry and Remus sent Dumbledore a patronus telling him what happened.
"Where's Harry?" Lily said when she was sitting up.
"I got him!" Sirius said picking him up.
Then the other three ran to see him. Lily took him in her arms and started crying when she heard him breathing.
"He's alive, he's alive!" she said holding him close.
A few seconds later someone else came.
"James! Lily! Are you alright?" Dumbledore said worried about his former students and 'grandson.'
He and McGonagall had been like grandparents to Harry since he was born.
"We're fine Albus and Harry is alive. Voldemort is gone somehow." Lily said.
"There's a scar on Harry's forehead to." Sirius said.
He had felt something in Harry's scar while he was holding him. Sirius thought about looking in his home library to see if he's starting to think what it is is true. Being a Black, a dark and old family can come in handy sometimes.
"Can I see?" Dumbledore asked.
Lily nodded and let him see.
"The love you used to protect him is how he survived Lily. I can tell your son is going to be a strong wizard. Over the years I have a theory that he's going to get a connection with Voldemort when he returns and some powers he has to. As he gets older I want to to keep an eye on him. And perhaps training him when he gets older, you and I know he's not fully dead. Alright?"
"Yes sir." they said together.
'I'm definitely going to the library and finding this out. Maybe talk to Kreacher about what happened to Reg to. If I treat him better like James, Lily, Remus and Harry do with Tweeky it will be easier.' he thought.
"I need to tell the ministry that he's gone and the Daily Prophet. I know he's going to get a lot of attention and be famous after living through the killing curse, but I also know he'll treat his fame correctly." Dumbledore continued.
The four adults nodded. Harry was asleep right now and the house was destroyed so the five of them went to Grimauld Place to stay there for the night.
The next day at Grimauld Place they were having breakfast and the paper had just come.
You-know-who finally gone!
Thanks to Harry James Potter the darkest wizard in history is finally gone. 'After Lily sacrificed her life to Harry the curse rebounded going back at Voldemort which is how he was defeated.' Albus Dumbledore said. Now that he's gone the Potter's can go out of hiding. It turned out that Sirius Black wasn't the Potter's secret keeper. Peter Petegrew was their secret keeper in secret to protect them even more. We all know how close Sirius, Remus, James and Peter have been since their first year of Hogwarts which is why everyone thought Sirius was their secret keeper. It turned out Peter was in fact a Death Eater and turned his back on them. 'We don't know why he turned his back on us but he's officially no longer a Marauder. Now only me, Sirius and Remus are the Marauders. Hopefully a fresh batch of them will come when Harry gets to Hogwarts, the son and godson of two Marauders.' James Potter says. People from their school years never thought that would happen and hope there's not going to be a fresh batch of Marauders. But now that you-know-who is gone thanks to Harry we can all get back to our old life.
While they read the paper they thought about the childhood Harry was going to have. He's the Chosen One now. Only Harry can defeat the darkest wizard in the world when he returned. The Marauders, Lily and Dumbledore knew he was going to return in the future.
Since Alice and Frank were in St. Margo's Agusta has taken Neville in and Harry and Neville will be able to visit each other more often when things calm down.
They were going back to Potter Manor next week and were staying at Grimauld Place for right now. Sirius was in the library and found the book he was looking for.
"Bingo. 'Secrets of the Darkest Art' let's hope I can find it and I'm wrong." he said and sat down.
He flipped through the pages and finally found what he was looking for.
"Here we go. A Horcrux is an object in which a Dark wizard or witch has hidden a fragment of his or her soul for the purpose of attaining immortality. Horcruxes can only be created after committing murder, the supreme act of evil. The process for the creation of a Horcrux involves and a spell horrific act is performed soon after the murder has been committed. There are usually protective measures made to prevent a Horcrux from being stolen and destroyed, such as Counter-Charms and Jinxes. The Horcrux is considered the most terrible of all Dark magic."
When he was done he thought about what you do to protect your horcrux.
'Reg was doing something about a potion.' he thought.
Then it hit him.
"KREACHER!" he yelled.
Then there was a snap.
"Master call Kreacher?" he said.
"I need you to tell me exactly what happened to Reg. I know you don't want to but I need you to. I think Voldemort made horcruxes and Harry is one."
Kreacher was shocked but nodded.
So he told him what had happened and made it official, Voldemort made horcruxes and caused Harry to become one. He was going to wait until he gets to Hogwarts and double check first though.
"Thank you Kreacher. That's all for now."
He bowed and left.
A week later James, Lily and Harry were back at Potter Manor for the first time in almost two years. Lily got an abortion as promised and a spell not allowing her to have anymore kids.
When they got there they heard footsteps and saw their house elf Tweeky.
"Master James! Mistress Lily! You's back!" Tweeky said smiling widely.
"Hello Tweeky. It's been a while hasn't it?" James said smiling.
"Is this Master Harry Tweeky has heard about from Kreacher?" she said smiling.
"Yes it is. Harry this is Tweeky, like Kreacher is for uncle Padfoot she's our house elf." Lily said.
"Hello young Master Harry." Tweeky said.
Harry smiled and waved.
"Alright, let's get inside. It's Harry's nap time." Lily said.
So they went inside, put Harry down for his nap and Tweeky unpacks everything for them happy to be working for her family again. She was worried about her Master and Mistress after finding out why they were going into hiding. She was also a little upset that she wasn't going to meet her new Master.
Now that they were home she could work for them again and now her new Master she was very happy, excited about working for a new Master and relieved. She was a very young elf. She was only 98 years old and had a very long time left to live and work.
James and Lily are only twenty one and her former Master Charles had died two years ago. So she now worked for James as lord of the ancient and noble house of Potter. The Potter is one of the oldest and richest families in the world.
When she was done unpacking James and Lily told her what had happened last week and what Harry likes to do and eat.
She wasn't happy about Peter turning his back on his best friend and her Master and Mistress. But was happy she was going to help take care of Harry and knew James and Lily were happy they could go back to work.
They're going to need some help from Andromeda Tonks and Mad-eye Moody with the help of Sirius to. Lily was a healer and James was an auror.
After they explained what happened Tweeky went to make some lunch.
As the time went on Harry would get a lot of attention but treat it well like they knew he would. Harry and Neville would get closer and closer over the years to. Agusta, like Albus and Minerva consider Harry as her own grandson.
10 years later
They were in Diagon Alley getting school supplies for Harry's first year of Hogwarts. He would still be talked about and looked at but was used to it and would still ignore it. Dumbledore had trained him since he was six years old. First year to seventh year, occlamency and legilimancy. During training he would use Dumbledore's wand and work hard.
They were getting his wand now.
"Ah yes, the Potters. Lily, Ten and a quarter inches long, swishy, made of willow. Nice wand for charm work."
She nodded and smiled.
"Still in perfect condition."
"James, Eleven inches. Pliable. A little more power and excellent for transfiguration."
"Yes sir, just fine."
"And it's Harry now." Mr. Ollivander asked while he looked at Harry.
He looked at his scar for a second and shook his head.
"I'm sorry to say I sold the wand that did it," he said softly. "Thirteen-and-a-half inches. Yew. Powerful wand, very powerful, and in the wrong hands . . . well, if I'd known what that wand was going out into the world to do. . . ."
So he went and gave him one after his arm was measured. "Beechwood and dragon heartstring. Nine inches. Nice and flexible."
Harry took the wand and waved it around a bit, but Mr. Ollivander snatched it out of his hand almost at once.
"Parentally not." So Mr. Ollivander took out another one. "Maple and phoenix feather. Seven inches. Quite whippy. Try-"
Harry tried but he had hardly raised the wand when it, too, was snatched back by Mr. Ollivander. "No, no here, ebony and unicorn hair, eight and a half inches, springy. Go on, go on, try it out."
Harry tried. He had no idea what Mr. Ollivander was waiting for. The pile of tried wands was mounting higher and higher on the spindly chair, but the more wands. His parents were surprised at what had been happening.
"Tricky customer, eh? Not to worry, we'll find the perfect match here somewhere — I wonder, now — yes, why not — unusual combination — holly and phoenix feather, eleven inches, nice and supple."
Harry took the wand. He felt a sudden warmth in his fingers. And a stream of red and gold sparks shot from the end like a firework, throwing dancing spots of light on to the walls.
"Yikes. Very curious."
"Sorry, but, what's curious?" he said.
Lily and James already had an idea of what it was. Dumbledore had told them what Voldemort's wand was to warn them that when they got their wands Harry will get its brother.
"I remember every wand I ever sold Mr. Potter. Every single one. It so happens that the Phoenix, who's tail feather resides in your wand gave another feather. Just one other. It is curious that you should be destined for this wand when it's brother, gave you that scar." He stood there silently.
"But, I think it is clear that we can expect great things from you Mr. Potter. After all, he-who-must-not be named did great things. Terrible, yes. But great."
So they paid for them and went home. When they got there Harry just stared at his wand for a while.
After a while he headed downstairs to dinner.