Chapter 4:

MORSMORDRE

MORSMORDRE

Lily, James, and Albus stood outside the house in Godric's Hollow. They watched as it burned, with the Dark Mark in the sky above. Just hours ago, Albus had made illusions of Vernon and Petunia. He made Vernon appear fat and whale-like and Petunia appear skinny and horse-like. Albus placed Lily and James's son, Harry, with the illusions, as their son.

"Well, our plan is underway. I must hurry back to my office. Come along you two." Dumbledore said to Lily and James.

"Yes. We should be gone before people arrive here." Lily agreed as James nodded.

The three appeariated away.

Later

Hagrid couldn't stop the tears that rolled down his face as he flew towards Surrey. He shook his head and reached over to pat little Harry again. A sickly green light suddenly surrounded the flying bike and the engine shut off. The flying bike started to plummet, Hagrid shouted and pulled out his pink umbrella with one hand as he reached for Harry with the other.

"Tsk. Tsk. Tsk." A voice hissed in Hagrid's ear. "Rubeus Hagrid. Wherever are you going in such a hurry?"

"W-w-who are ye?" Hagrid shouted and brandished his umbrella as the bike slowed its fall and began to hover.

"Why, don't you recognize me?" The voice hissed in mock hurt. "It's Tom. You know. Lord Voldemort."

"V-v-voldemort?" Hagrid squeaked.

"Yes. But I am not here for you." A cold long-fingered touch slid along Hagrid's neck.

Hagrid shivered at the touch and felt a hand on his wrist, the wrist of the arm that held Harry.

"No!" Hagrid shouted and began to struggle to pull Harry to his chest but froze at the feel of a wand tip poking into his neck.

"I'm not here for you, true. But that doesn't mean I can't kill you." Voldemort hissed. "Do not move again."

Hagrid swallowed convulsively as Harry's weight left his hand.

"Oh my. Little Harry Potter." Voldemort snickered. "How easy that old codger fools you all."

"What…What do ye mean?" Hagrid dared to ask.

"Albus Dumbledore, he is a manipulative old fool. This is not Harry Potter." Voldemort said.

Hagrid's mouth dropped.

"You don't believe me, I am however, correct. This child's name is Dudley Dursley. His parents were Vernon and Petunia Dursley, Petunia is Lily's sister. Earlier, this very night, Lily and James poisoned Vernon and Petunia in order to steal their son, Dudley."

Hagrid's eyes bulged.

"You see, Harry Potter, the real one, is a squib. Dudley is quite the powerful wizard. Lily and James, when they poisoned Vernon and Petunia, didn't know that Petunia and Vernon weren't squibs. Vernon and Petunia are worshippers, as am I. They used their Majicks to protect Dudley. Dumbledore faked the destruction of the house at Godric's Hollow and the deaths of James and Lily. Yes, they still live. The three of them have planned to use little Dudley as a weapon of the light. They have placed a glamour on him to make him look like a miniature copy of James. I do believe that is all my Lord God told me." Voldemort said.

"Why are ye here then?" Hagrid asked.

"I am here because of the supposed 'prophecy' that some old hag made. I'm supposed to have been defeated tonight by Harry Potter." A dark chuckle. "I am here to do my Lord God's bidding."

GLAMARIAN IMAIRAMNDAN

"There. The old codger is getting sloppy. I have made the glamour temporary." Voldemort said. "It'll wear off when he uses his powers for the first time."

"What side are ye for?" Hagrid asked shakily.

"Me? Why, I am for the side my Lord God wants me to be for." Voldemort hissed and then laughed maniacally.

"Ye lord god? Who's that?" Hagrid asked.

"I will tell him, my Lord God, that you are interested in him." Voldemort hissed and suddenly Hagrid and "Harry" were all alone. "I'll see you in ten years Rubeus, and then it'll be….."

It'll be chaos.