Hey, fair warning this isn't the most pleasant chapter but I feel it's necessary for the story plot. However, don't worry it's not all going to be this sad and angsty… I hope ;) anyway hope you enjoy.

PS: After the next chapter or two updates may not come for a bit longer than normal as I am having an op. on both my hands next week, though hopefully after I recover I will be able to write more than I currently can and so maybe update even faster :0)

The-Boy-Who-Lived pt. 1

The room was drowned in the dim shine of the dwindling night light and miniature moons danced while stars swirled across the pale walls, working in unison to secure the room from the perpetrating obscurity. Though it was all in vein, for the sanctum was shattered by the looming figure of the ignoble master of darkness. Voldemort leered maliciously over his fallen prey; his lips were seemingly stuck in a curl of disdain as he inspected the still body of the muggle brat. The child's limbs were sprawled by his bulging body and his eyes were empty, lifeless windows of shimmering grey; red rims still lined his eyes with dried tears mascaraing his dark lashes. Turning away from the cooling corpse, Voldemort looked in displeasure at the distasteful room; pale blue walls met a carpet of similar blue, clusters of toys were strewn haphazardly around a wood stained crib, and the stench of detergent hung heavily in the air, though now the reek of death mingled thickly.

In three quick strides Voldemort reached the door and flung it open with a wave of his skeletal white wand, the painted wood hit the wall with a vicious bang and creaked precariously. The evil wizard smirked as his ears played witness to a shrill shriek, and the door opposite whipped open, revealing the Dursley woman; fear staining her eyes. From beneath the heavy hood, Voldemort's smirk snaked slowly towards his vivid red eyes as he observed the muggle before him.

Both were still and neither breathed for a moment as Petunia quivered in pure terror and raked her gaze over the form of the creature across from her. "Dudley?" the near silent plea cracked like thunder in the darkened silence and drew a short, high pitched laugh from Voldemort. Raising his wand for the second time Voldemort trained it steadily on Petunia's chest, his lips parted as he prepared to take his fatal shot however, his attempt was cut short as with widening eyes and a vocal gasp Petunia retreated her steps from only minutes ago and hurled herself back into the crèche, thrusting the door shut with a sharp click. Her desperate act of survival only caused another laugh from Voldemort 'this will be fun' was the crude thought of the murderer as he began forward, the smirk portraying his sickening mirth- she thought she could hide from him! She thought she could stop him! He laughed once more, though this time it was a pure, deep bellied bellow of undiminished excitement.

Petunia heaved deep breathes, gulping in cold air as she tried to clear the heavy fog that had descended on her mind. She lent dependently against the door as if to barricade it and blinked rapidly as she felt a dampness trail her checks; she was crying- since when though, she wasn't sure. Her son… her precious baby was dead, he had to be right? Petunia dragged in another haggard breath as a tidal wave of grief pulled her under, drowning her.
"Aney…" a delicate whisper pulled Petunia to the surface again, and she focused her bleary gaze on the source of the noise. Harry's own gaze was fixed on his Aunts, his green eyes held question. The baby had pulled himself into a seating position, no doubt woken by the commotion. "Aney" he tried again.

As if suddenly remembering what lay behind her, Petunia lurched away from the door and propelled herself towards the crib holding her nephew. "It's ok." She responded to the child, the strength of her voice was surprising even to her own ears, though the tears still remained "Aunty is here." The woman comforted, as she reached into the cot and lifted the small boy out, he wriggled slight in her cool grip but soon settled with a sigh of "Aney." Before slipping his thumb into his mouth and nestling his head into Petunia's shoulder. His young mind fleeting thought of the strange man he heard outside and how sad his aunt Tuney was as he tried his best to make her happier.

Petunia gripped perhaps a little too tight to the child in her arms, but as she held him another wave of grief hit her, reminding her of what she had already lost. It was only a matter of time before the bastard came bursting in, killing them both... She had to do something, just as she made up her mind the door creaked ominously and she only just managed to pull Harry protectively into her chest as an explosion of wood rained on them from behind. An involuntary scream tore from her lips and she all but chucked Harry into his cot as she flung herself to face the intruder, spreading her arms wide and her face set in stone, she would beg, she would plead and she would die- but she wouldn't let Harry die, not without a fight at least. She had nothing left to live for, her husband had left her and her child was dead, at least this way she could see him again…

I know it's short but like I said, hopefully this way updates will be faster :0)
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