Godric's Hollow

Voldemort stalked through the small village of Godric's Hollow, Bellatrix and Rodolphus at his side. This village was one of the things that was very wrong with the wizarding world. Witches and Wizards living in harmony with muggles. He screwed up his face at the thought and then spat on the ground.

Voldemort was happy. Even if several of his death eaters had been killed, he still classed it as a very productive day. His followers had been ordered to strike in several places as he was leading the assault on Tower Bridge. He was looking forward to returning to his lair to hear the reports. With any luck, the ministry was in disarray, Potter's relatives were dead, and the blood traitor Weasley's were dead. Diagon Alley had simply been an afterthought. He thought it might be fun to see what carnage could be caused. The attack on Gringotts was to show the goblins not to mess with him and his followers. With the old fool Dumbledore out of the way, he wanted to finally rise to take his place where he had always destined to be. No one would stand in his way. Many would try but they too would fall to his wrath.

"My Lord, why have we come to this place?" asked Bellatrix timidly.

"I have business to attend to here Bella" replied Voldemort with a glare.

Bellatrix stayed silent as the trio walked up to the statue of Lily, James and baby Harry Potter. Voldemort withdrew his wand and cast bombarda causing the statue to explode sending shards of stone in all directions at a dizzying pace. Voldemort erected a shield to protect himself and his loyal followers. This drew the attention of several of the village's inhabitants who ran out of their houses with their wands raised.

"Have fun you two" said Voldemort with a grin.

He strolled away as the ensuing battle took place. He could hear Bellatrix cackling wildly and casting killing curses with speed. A glance back showed him that two of his most loyal followers had already taken down eight people and they were engaged in duels with several more. He wondered if he should have brought more death eaters. Making a decision, he cast mosmordre into the sky and called for more of his followers.

Voldemort stalked through the old streets of the village that was bathed in a green glow from the dark mark above. The cobblestones under his bare feet causing him some annoyance. He strolled to the same place that he had fell all those years ago. His spy in the ministry had told him exactly how to take down the wards that had protected and hidden the Potter residence from him all these years.

He approached the gate and opened it with a flick of his wand. The sound of squealing iron from years of rust assaulted his ears. Walking up the severely overgrown path and garden, he approached the door. A flick of his wand later and he was walking over the threshold to the Potter residence. He would never admit it to anyone, but he was uneasy being back here. It was where he had fallen all those years ago. Luckily for him, he had taken steps to ensure that he could never die. He had delved deeper into the dark arts far more than any other and had made himself truly immortal.

He stepped into the living room to find everything untouched. It had been preserved as a memory for what happened on that Halloween night. He bent down and picked up the wand of James Potter. Looking over at the mantlepiece, he could see a picture of James and Lily with a smiling Harry between them. Wandlessly, he caused the picture frame to shatter and the photograph to burst into flames.

He moved up the stairs to where he knew must be the master bedroom. Opening the bedside cabinet drawer, he found Lily's wand and placed that in his robes next to James'. Curiosity got the better of him and he walked into the nursery. The whole front of Harry's crib was blackened. Where he had been standing when the curse rebounded, there was a black outline on the wall in the shape of his old body. He could see out of the nursey straight into the street. The whole wall of the room had blasted outwards from the curse. He noted that it didn't look like this from the outside of the property. A strong glamour charm must be in place.

Snarling to himself that he had wasted too much time here, he promptly marched out of the room, down the stairs and out onto the cobbled streets again. Turning around, he cast fiendfyre on the property causing it to burst into flames. So powerful was his spell that even the stone was melting. It took a mere matter of moments to reduce the entire property to ashes. He dropped the curse and the fire retreated into his wand.

He walked through the streets of the village for a while, the smell of smoke filling his nostrils from all the properties that were ablaze. Two wizards tried to challenge him but with a slash of his wand, they fell to the ground clutching at their throats as blood pooled around their prone forms. The air was filled with screams of terror. His favourite kind of noise. His followers had answered the call and were making their way through the inhabitants of Hogsmeade. Up ahead, he could see Bellatrix duelling three wizards at once looking completely happy and at peace with herself. He grinned wildly as she caused one of the to blast apart into several pieces. Caused another to catch on fire screaming all the while as he tried to douse the flames. She chose to have some fun with the third, casting an extremely powerful cruciatus curse.

"Have you got what you came her for My Lord" Bellatrix asked calmy over the screams of the tortured wizard.

"Yes Bella. I'll leave you and the rest of the death eaters to your fun. I don't care if every person in the village is killed. I have grown tired of trying to be merciful and preserve magical blood. If they wish to join our cause then they will be welcomed, if not then they shall meet death prematurely. Now I must venture somewhere alone for a while" Voldemort said eerily before disapperating with a large crack.

Voldemort appeared outside the home of Mykew Gregorovitch in a whirl of his black robes. The old wandmaker may be retired, but he had one last commission to fulfil. Walking up the path of the home now quite familiar to him, he opened the door and stepped inside.

"My Lord" said the wandmaker bowing low.

"Gregorovitch. I have a task for you. I want you to dismantle these wands and then utilise both cores to fashion me a new wand" he ordered as he retrieved the wands of Lily and James Potter from his robes and presented them to the wandmaker.

Gregorovitch took both wands and examined the first thoroughly. Willow, Ten and a quarter inch long with a unicorn hair core. The work of Garrick Ollivander.

"The wand of Lily Potter" Voldemort offered.

The wandmaker examined the second wand. Mahogany, eleven inches long with a dragon heartstring core. Also the work of Garrick Ollivander.

"The wand of James Potter" Voldemort spat.

"You understand My Lord that the merging of these cores into a single wand will be very difficult indeed" Gregorovitch said softly still looking down at both wands.

"Why?" asked Voldemort calmy with genuine interest. If he had any eyebrows, then they would be raised to their fullest height. He had always been a learned student with a passion for new information.

"Wands that have a unicorn hair core are the hardest to use for the dark arts. They are also very loyal to their previous owner. Wands with dragon heartstring cores are unmatched for their raw power. Merging these two cores may cause the resulting wand to be either highly unstable or severely underpowered. I fear it would not serve you well My Lord" supplied the wandmaker.

"No matter. Make the wand anyway. I shall practice until I can use the wand as well as my own" Voldemort retorted.

Gregorovitch scuttled away uneasily but his thirst for knowledge overtook his unease. Before entering the door to the cellar, he spoke once more to the retreating form of the Dark Lord.

"What magic shall you be performing with this wand that your own faithful wand could not perform for you?" he asked tentatively.

Voldemort growled at his audacity of the wandmaker to question him. If he didn't require him to make this wand, then he would have killed him where he stood. Without turning around, he opened the door to the cottage and as the door closed softly, Gregorovitch could hear him say ominously

"Kill Harry Potter"

He would make the wand for the Dark Lord. He only hoped that it pleased him enough that he may let him live.

Voldemort stalked back up the garden path so that he could apparate from beyond the wandmaker's wards. He smirked in the knowledge that Potter would die by his hands using a wand crafted from the ones of his parents. He knew that he would have to taunt him with this knowledge before he ended the little brat's life once and for all.