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Summary: On October 31 1981 Albus Dumbledore marks Oliver James Potter the boy who lived. While the Wizarding World celebrated their hero, little Esmerelda "Eddie" Rose Potter is getting shipped of to her very neglecting relatives. And this, ladies and gentlemen, is the beginning of Albus Dumbledores end.
Chapter One: The night everything went wrong.
Children walked down the street of Godric's Hollow happily and care free. Their twinkling laughter filled the small village with music. However this music feel on death ears has a cloaked figure made their way towards a little cottage house on the end of the lane.
The house was like any other on the street. The outside was a cottage house, with a pretty little garden out front decorated with small little garden gnomes. On the inside was, again like any other. The entry hall was a homey brown color with a small cubby to put your shoes in. Further down the hall was pictures of the owners of the cottage. In the photos were a woman with dark red hair and dark green eyes and a man with black hair and azure blue eyes. In another photo showed the couple again, this time with two little babies in their laps. In the woman's lap was a chubby red haired with hazel eyes that he inherited from his grandfather. While in the mans lap was a cute little girl with curly black hair and turquoise eyes. They're all smiling at the camera and looking like they were the happiest people in the world. Not at all knowing of the storm that was coming.
The figure finally made his way to the front gates. The figure slowly drew a 13 1/2 stick from his pocket. " Casu ad muros " he hissed and the wards surrounding the house fell. The noise was enough to startle a young teenager inside babysitting the young toddlers. Nallia Carter stumbled back from the window before grabbing the two young children and running upstairs.
She got into the nursery as the front door exploded open and the figure let himself in. Nallia set the children down in their cribs before pushing the dresser and stacking some heavy items up on the dresser in an attempt to keep the dark figure out. By now the figure was making it up the stairs and removing his hood. It was Voldemort, decked out fully in black robes and practically oozing dark magic.
Nallia breathes heavily as she leaned against the crib. The boy with red hair began to cry, big ugly fat tears rolling down his face. While his sister sat there cooing lightly at the ceiling, as if she was seeing something only she could see. It's probably only right that I reveal to you who the young children were. They were Oliver James Potter and Esmerelda Rose Potter. Regardless of the fact that they were nothing alike, other pressing matters were at hand.
The door exploded open in a flash of blue and black. There he was standing in all of his glory Lord Voldemort, notorious serial killer and all around bad guy of the Wizarding World.
Nallia bravely raised her wand and shot a weak disarming charm. Voldemort rolled his eyes before by sending the killing curse at her. He slowly turned towards the Twins with a menacing smile on his cold lips.
Meanwhile
The Order sat around the meeting table in Hogwarts. They were currently discussing different tactics on how to deal with the death eater attacks.
"Nobody cares about what you have recently stolen Fletcher. Unlike you we actually work for what we have." Alastor snapped angrily at Mundungus Fletcher. The other Order Members rolled their eyes. They had been having this argument for what seemed the entire meeting.
Albus looked on in half amusement half annoyance. These blithering bamboos better stop arguing like little children. He let his face flash with annoyance once, before schooling his features into one of amusement. Nobody seemed to see this except a junior auror member: Elena Petrov. The Russian witch frowned at the Headmaster, unused to this behavior from him.
"Potters! Who are you with, huh! Are you with me or this low life?" Moody barked out standing up in his anger. What had once been a small argument had turned extremely heated.
Lily and James looked up at the mention of their surname. Lily shook her head, she was starting to become fed up with the whole argument. James glances over at his wife before smartly scooting his chair over, already sensing his wife's wrath.
"WE ARE SUPPOSED TO BE DISCUSSING STRATEGIES ON HOW TO STOP DEATH EATER ATTACKS! NOT TALKING ABOUT THE NEWEST OBJECTS WE'VE STOLEN!" Lily roared. The argument stoped just as quickly as it had started.
Albus cleared his throat, the sound echoed around the now silent meeting room. Heads turned towards him, everyone giving their undeniable attention to him. Albus mentally smirked at that. Being the "Leader of the Light" did have its perks.
" I do believe that it is finally time we discuss the real topic of discussion now: the recent death eater attacks." Albus turned towards Elena. "Miss Petrov, I believe you have some more information for us?" Albus asked.
Everyone looked towards Elena and she blanked out for an embarrassing long amount of time. Sirius cleared his throat and Alice nudged her friend. Elena came out of her trance and jolted up with and bright red face. "Oh, um yes. Well you see there have been many gatherings of death eaters near or around my shop in Hogsmeade. I believe that they are planning something that either has to do with me or has to to with the passage way in my shop. Possibly to attack the school or to attack the students." Elena explained.
Everyone took a little bit of time to take this in. "Perhaps we could seal off or possibly destroy the passage way?" Remus Lupin asked. Elena and Minerva McGonagall both shook their heads.
"Miss Petrov's shop is one of the escape routes for students in case we are under attack. Students are either to be lead to her shop or to Hogs Head Inn." Dumbledore told everyone. "We'll have to station some-" Albus didn't get the chance to finish because a loud alarm came from Lilly's purse. Albus,Lily,James,Remus and Sirius all stood up.
"What's going on?" Mundungus asked.
"Lily and James were already running out the door as they called over their shoulder. "Someone's at the house! The twins are in danger!"
In Godric's Hollow
Voldemort turned towards the to children in their crib. He cringed at the sound of the little boys sobbing. He turned towards the little girl. She was staring at him in a curious manner. Like she was accessing him for his threat. Then she did something he didn't expect.
The little girl looked him right in the eye and burst out giggling.
He stood there in shock before moving forward to crouch down in front of her. He did a quick once over at the child in front of him. She had a crown of raven hair and eyes that shifted from electric blue to sea green. 'She is going to be a heartbreaker when she grows up.' Voldemort though before glancing back at the boy. Correction, would've.
Voldemort stood up and took a step back. He slowly raised his wand and pointed it at her. She blinked at him and stared at him with her big, doe eyes. She gave him another smile as her muttered the words to his signature spell. "Arvada Kedavra." He whispered out. Then something even more unexpected happened.
The spell rebounded. Well not really. When the spell hit her, it swirled around her before coming back towards him. Voldemort stood there in shock and didn't have time to react as the spell hit him. The way the spell hit him cause an huge explosion, which echoed around the house. A small piece of wood smashed across the little boys faces. This resulted in a long cut across his face. The boy just increased his sobbing to the maximum.
Meanwhile
Albus Dumbledore apparated outside the Potter cottage in Godric's Hollow. The poor cottage looked completely torn apart from the outside. There was a gaping hole in the roof and the door was blasted right off it's hinges.
Albus quickly walked through the door and made his way up the stairs towards the nursery. The house was even worse inside. The photographs of the young family were on the floor or their case had completely cracked. Broken glass and wood scattered the upstairs hallway and small bits of metal from the roof had made their way in the pathway. Any muggle would've had a hard time making it through the hallway without any injuries. But Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore was no muggle.
So with a simple wave of his wand he sent the rubble out of his way and continued on his way towards the nursery. The site that greeted him shook him to his very core.
The once dark red, neat nursery had been reduced to ruins. Wood from the crib and furniture had been blown across the room. The dresser had been turned upside down and scorch marks painted the ceiling and walls.
Albus tried to step forward but his foot connected with something instead. Albus looked down and to his horror, his foot had connected with the body of the young babysitter the Potters had hired for the night. What had her name been? Nia? Nara? No that's stupid. It was ,oh I remember! Nallia!
Nallia's brown hair was spread around the floor and her usual caramel skin had turned pale white. Her hazel eyes were blank and lifeless and Albus shivered at her body. He slowly knelt down and checked for her pulse. Nothing.
Albus stood up and bowed his head in a small sign of respect before promptly kicking her out of his path and made his way over to the crib.
The two children were lying down with rubble spread all around them. The girl, Esmerelda, was sleeping peacefully. Her raven hair was spread all around her creating a dark halo. While the boy, Oliver, was awake and sniffing. Blood was splattered around his face as a long thin cut went across his face.
Albus picked up the little boy, then looked at the pitch black robes on the ground in awe. There was no way, but the prophesy did say that the child would be the one to vanquish the dark lord. Noise sounded from down below and quick footsteps were heard from the stairs. Finally Lily and James entered the room with worried expressions on their face.
Lily gasped when she saw the blood on Oliver's face and rushed over. While James went to pick up Esmerelda. "Albus, what in the world happened?!" Lily cried soothing the fussy child. Albus simply shook his head and walked towards Lily. He plucked the child out of her arms and into his.
"May I present to you, Oliver James Potter, the boy who lived!"