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Son of the Void

Chapter one

Life wasn't always easy for little Harry. No, scratch that. In fact it never was easy to begin with. He was born to loving parents who would do everything possible to keep him safe. He completed the first year of his life under the looming shadow of a war.

On one side were the Deatheaters, pureblood-supremachists and bigoted wizards who only cared for letting the wizarding blood remain "pure". They rallied under the banner of Lord Voldemort, a dark wizard who delved into the deepest pits of magic and came back alive, albeit he was chenged forever by it. He united lots of the most powerful and old houses of the british wizarding world and started a war. In the beginning he was ruthless, rational and straightforward; the perfect leader for the proud Lords of the old wizarding houses of Britain.

On the other side there was the Order of the Poenix, a vigilante group of wizards who desperately tried to save as many people as possible. Led by no one less than Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore, one of the most powerful wizards alive, they fought off and stopped the Deatheaters wherever they could. They fought well, but not well enough. The corrupt government of the wizarding world wasn't helping either: whenever a Deatheater was caught and shipped to Azkaban, the magical prison of Britain, he alwas got out of it a few days later. It was crystal clear to everyone: the war against Voldemortwas lost. He slowly but surely won more ground and gained more and more supporters while the war commenced.

The normal wizrading folk cowered in fear and the order of the Poenix weren't able to hold on against Voldemort any longer when it happened. A prophecy was uttered about a child which could vanquish the Dark Lord once and for all. There were two possible candidates for this position: Harry Potter and Neville Longbottom. One born July 30 1980 AD and the other one day later. Such these two childs were the most fit suitors of the role of the vanquisher of Lord Voldemort. Said Dark Lord didnt hesitate and, as soon as he found out about the prophecy and the secret location of the hiding place of the Potters and Longbottoms, he went to deal with them. He sent some of his most loyal Deatheaters after the Longbottoms and prepared for his soon to be downfall. (Not that he knew such things).

It was the October 31st 1981. All hallows eve. Halloween. He strode up to the door of the cottage and a smile full of malice appeared on his face. His eyes glowed inhumanly and he raised his bone white wand. Quietly the lock clicked and the door to the Potters' hiding place opened. He strode inside the house as if it was his own and an evil chuckle escaped his throat.

He heard someone inhaling sharply to his right and he gazed inside the brown eyes of one James Charlus Potter.

"Well, hello there." he said and James' eyes widened.

"Lily! It's Him!" he suddenly shouted "Take Harry and run!"

"You know its not very polite to ignore you betters." Voldemort chuckled. "But this was to be expected from a Gryffindor. Impolite, barsh, illmannered and-"

He didn't got any further because with a savage cry of rage James had leaped of his feet and sprung into his direction.

Voldemort just remained where he was when he saw James chrash into an invisible wall he created around himself mere moments before opening the Potter's door. He wouldn't let anyone touch him.

"-dumb as hell." he finshed his previous sentence. "typical Gryffindor. Avada Kedavra!"

He sneered and released a green beam of light at the lying man. It struck James directly in his back and he ceased to move forever.

"What a waste." Voldemort shook his head and turned on his heel in order to ascend the stairs which led into the 1st floor of the building. The floor that housed the nursery.

While he climbed the stairs he heard shouts full of frustration and fear. The dark Lord's smile grew even more upon hearing this sound. Suddenly a twisted thought manifested in his mind. He pointed his wand at his throat and reached the door to the nursery.

"It's alright Lily!" he said, but... his voice wasn't his own anymore. Instead it was the one that once belonged to James Potter.

"James?" Lily asked. "James what happened?"

"I, I don't know. Suddenly there was a loud crack and now my head spins around like crazy! I think I'm hurt!"

"Hurt? Oh god, don't do anything stupid James! I'll come right to... you..."

Lily's words died in her throat upon opening the door and seeing who stood before her.

"No! No, no, no!" she repeated frantically."No! JAMES! What did you do to him you monster?"

"I dind't do anything to him. Well, not so much that is." Voldemort replied, still with James' voice. He cleared his throat and cancelled the spell with this. "Let me assure you, that it wasn't that painful"

"No... Get away from me! What do you even want, Voldemort?"

"You know exactly what I want. Your child. Give him to me and I'll let you go. I give you my word."

"Your word isn't worth the dirt under my feet!" Lily spat full of hatred.

The Dark Lord sighed and drew his wand. "I really tried to reason with you, but it seems you choose to remain stubborn. Move to the side or I will kill you right here."

"No! Not Harry, please, not my Harry! Take anything you want, kill me instead but don't take him. Please!"

"Move aside woman!" Voldemort commanded "I do not have much patience, so. Move. Aside. NOW"

"No! Kill me insted! But please don't take my Harry!" Lily wailed desperately

Voldemort grinded his teeth. What a stubborn Female!

"Hmpf. So be it then. Do not say I didn't warn you. Avada Kedavra!"

And with this words he ended the Life of Lily Potter nee Evans.

"Mommy?" a voice suddenly asked.

Voldemort looked down into the crip and saw a tiny boy, not more that 3 years old standing pressed against the bars, looking at his mothers' body.

"Hh. So you are supposed to vanquish me? Sure you will. As if. Well better get over with-"

"Who are you?" the child interrupted him.

"-this... Huh? You ask me of all people who I am?"

"Yes" the boy answered " Are you Death?"

"What? Why do you think this?" Voldemort asked. Why do you even bother to talk to this little dipshit? Kill it and get over with it! But on the other hand... this really is an intersting question. And this utter lack of fear really is remarkable.The Dark Lord thought.

"You are black." the child, Harry stated. "And you made Mommy dead. So you are Death."

"Oh, no. I'm far worse than death!" Voldemort inheld deeply "For I am Lord Voldemort! Better remember this! Avada Kedavra!"

A third time this evening the fateful words were utterd and the green beam of light sped towards Harry, just to turn around and fly staight back at its caster!

In the meantime Lord Voldemort caught sight of the child's right arm and he discovered the dark purple veins pulsating under his skin. His eyes widened and a cried No! How can he get in contact with THIS! I'm the only- shot sthrough his head , just before his world erupted in pure pain and mind tearing agony.

Young Harry in the meantime just gazed at his right arm, the purple veins retracting slowly and becoming invisible once more. "Thank you" he muttered before loosing consicousness.