Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, only the characters of Michael and Jonathon.
Lily Potter, by all accounts, could be described as a brave woman. She was a top Auror, along with her husband, even though she never killed. It could never be said that she ever backed down or caused unnecessary pain. But when she heard that proclamation by the Death Eater, she became very afraid.
She wasn't afraid for herself, though. She was frightened for her husband. For Sirius, who was becoming like a brother. For Remus, who was also like a brother. For Neville, who had never done anything wrong in his short life. Most of all, though, she was terrified for her children. If anything happened to James and herself, what would happen to them? Who would take care of them? No, she wouldn't let anything happen. She would protect her family.
So when an influx of Death Eaters stormed into the room, she to the incentive to start the attack. She rushed over to the Death Eaters, who were stunned by her onslaught to do anything, and tackled the nearest one. Everyone stared at her. Some even laughed. The Death Eater in question, was a very muscular man, around six foot two inches. He was also a part of the inner circle, which made him always aware of his surroundings. So when a woman, close to a foot smaller than her, who also had a very slim but athletic build on her, managed to knock down the said Death Eater, it was very comical.
Coming back to his senses after being knocked down, the Death Eater quickly tossed the young woman off himself. He was about to curse her with crucio, when he was suddenly hit with several jelly-leg hexes. The Death Eater fell to the ground, hitting his head, therefore going unconscious. The three marauders had seen Lily thrown like a rag doll, and that had made them extremely angry. So they all had dashed over and hit the man with curses.
Quickly helping his wife up and checking her for injuries, James quickly checked his surroundings. Lily had started the battle afresh and the two sides were fighting desperately for their lives. Not wanting to miss all of the action, James grabbed Lily's hand and jumped into the fray. Sirius and Remus soon followed suit. The tiny group of five worked without flaw or hesitation. When one was hit, another would cover.
Soon, they had made their way to the center of the battle, right next to Dumbledore. The old headmaster's eyes held no twinkle and warmth in them. They were icy blue and radiated pure power. His mouth was set in a grim line of concentration. He was determined.
Taking all of this in, in an instant, they quickly absorbed him into their little group, making him their leader. Soon no Death Eater dared approach the small group. Despite that fact, that was not how the rest of the battle was going. There were just too many Death Eaters for those in the Order, who were here right now, to fight off.
The Order was being rapidly pushed back into a corner and more and more members were being taken down. Everyone was fighting now. The healers were not healing, but protecting their patients. The patients, in turn, were also fighting to protect their healers. Looking over, Remus saw that the young woman he gave Neville to was trying to fend off three Death Eaters, while holding the year old, over her hip.
Eventually the woman was taken down and Neville was left facing the three sadistic Death Eaters alone. A cloaked figure then emerged, pointing his wand at the screaming baby, while the rest of the Death Eaters formed a circle around the pair. Everyone came at a standstill, anxious to see what would happen next. Those not frozen and inept at taking action, were in frenzy, trying to get to the helpless child before the inevitable happened. All of them, even Dumbledore, were blocked. They could only look on from the sidelines and see how fate would turn out.
Voldemort was a happy man. The house had been easily broken into and now there was no question as to why the house desperately needed to be hidden. Once in the house, the babysitter was quickly stunned and thrown on the couch. An unspoken question was given to Wormtail. Hurriedly, the rat said, "Upstairs, Master. It is the first door on the right".
"And Wormtail," Voldemort asked, wondering how he was left with such an idiotic follower.
It took a full two minutes, in which time the Dark Lord had a strong urge to use crucio, but Wormtail finally replied in a child-like, timid tone. "Sorry my master. Michael is the one on the left, Jonathon is in the middle, and Harry, the one you want, is the one on the right".
"Good Wormtail, you are dismissed to go 'play' at the Longbottom's house. Just make sure that your mask covers your face". With that, Wormtail speedily kissed the hem of his master's robes and scuttled away. Once outside, he took his time, not really wanting to go and join the battle, in which he would see all of his friends.
Voldemort then proceeded up the stairs, taking a moment to note that Wormtail should be punished later for his cowardice and idiocy. Remembering to be secretive, he opened the door to the nursery, instead of blasted it off its hinges. Strutting to the center of the room, the monster looked down and touched each child on the cheek, starting with Michael and ending with Harry. Each child woke up after being caressed. Michael stood up and watched the man with curiosity, while he was looking down at his twin with a smirk on his face. Jonathon was also watching, while lying there, and force once did not cry.
When Harry woke up and stood, he saw a wand sticking in his face, right between his eyes. Being only a year old, he giggled. Voldemort scowled at this. Once he was sure all three of the babies were watching him he said, "You shall die my prophecy child. But don't worry, unless something goes wrong and I die too, your twin and younger brother will soon follow you into death. So, Goodbye".
With that, he said those fateful words that killed even the most powerful wizards and scared the most courageous ones.
"Avada Kedavra"
A green light quickly sped toward the unaware baby. Remembering, in his small mind, that his mommy had green eyes, Harry giggled again and went to grab at the light. When the light was about to hit, he unconsciously started to sense the danger and his magic reacted. It wrapped itself around Harry in a protective cocoon.
When the green light finally hit, it was sent back on its owner, by the protective magic. Not being ready for this, the killing curse hit the Dark Lord, square in the chest. Immediately, he was incinerated, along with his clothes, and the ground started to shake.
Getting scared, Harry unconsciously wrapped his magic around his brothers, and just in time. A small but hard piece of ceiling came crashing down on Jonathon. That too was incinerated, leaving no trace.
In fact, there was no sign that the Dark Lord, who had been terrorizing the Wizarding World for years, had been defeated by a baby. The only proof was a lighting shaped cur on Harry's forehead, which was bleeding profusely.
Feeling a headache and the blood, Harry started to cry, which upset his brothers. Jonathon, unconsciously used his magic to unlock his older brothers' cribs, and that was truly a feat for one so young. Michael, plopped himself down on the ground and walked to his twin's crib. Once he crawled up and grabbed his brother, he did what his mother did. He kissed his twin's cut, while his magic stopped the bleeding, leaving only a scare.
A half an hour later, Anna woke up and checked on the boys. She put Michael back and fixed all of the cribs, so that they were locked. Neither she nor anyone else, knew exactly what had happened that night.
Lucius Malfoy was not a happy Death Eater. He was an enraged one. His master had ordered him to pretend to be him, in order to fool Dumbledore. That was good because it meant he was on his master's good side, but the acting was annoying. He was not allowed to fight in the battle, and there were several people that he wanted to hex.
But no, he was stuck waiting until the Longbottom brat was on his own. Then he was to move in and kill him. So when the time came, he was utterly bored and disgusted. The boy was just a child and a pureblood at that. But he had to do his master's wishes.
He uttered the killing curse at the crying child, but all of a sudden he felt pain. It was worse than crucio, and it came from his Dark Mark. Something was wrong. Something happened to his master. His master was dead.
With this single thought running through his mind and the pain being unbearable, his curse was stopped before hitting its target, and Lucius apparated away, right as a large piece of ceiling came crashing down, taking his outer robe/cloak with it.
The rest of the Death Eaters were in a frenzy and some started screaming that their master was dead, for they had felt it too. Forgetting that they were wizards, they ran away and out of the house, leaving a very confused, yet hopeful Order.
Dumbledore calmly walked over to Neville, who was still crying, and picked him up for all to see.
"Ladies and Gentlemen. The war is over. Voldemort is dead. Each one of you saw it. The world is safe now, all thanks to this child. He was not killed by the curse that kills all. He is truly special. I give you Neville Longbottom, the BOY-WHO-LIVED.
Author's Note:
I am bad at making up curses, so sorry for the lack of. Also I am sorry about the lack of dialogue. The next chapter will have much more.
You'll find out the reactions from Harry, Michael, and Jonathon to their parents and Dumbledore later. Later chapters will also have child abuse, but not too much detail.