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Chapter 6:
October 31st, 1992, Halloween night,
Lord Voldemort sat on his throne in the throne chamber as all his Death Eaters gathered around him, bowing down in respect.
Tonight was the night he was going to eliminate the three prophecy children once and for all; he would go attack the Potters first, killing the Mudblood whore as well since the sniveling coward Wormtail informed him that Lily Potter was the secret keeper for the Longbottoms. Afterwards, he shall head over to Devon Bay and kill the Longbottoms and their brat. It was a pity that such powerful bloodlines shall end by the end of the night, but alas nothing can stand in between him and his path to immortality.
Regulus Black died according to the Lestranges and with his death, the matriarch of the Blacks, Walburga died of heart failure as she couldn't stand living in a world without her youngest and most favorite child. Therefore, the title of Lord Black lay with that fool of a Gryffindor, Sirius Black and his fiancée, Lady Angelica Katya Warren, Heiress to a powerful and pureblooded American family. He must sway them to his side somehow after the night was over.
"My most faithful followers, tonight I want you all to attack Diagon Alley. I want mayhem and destruction, enough to send all aurors out for you. Tonight is the night we shall begin our rule over those filthy mudbloods and blood-traitors," bellowed Voldemort, causing all his followers to jeer and cheer along with him.
After they all departed to Diagon Alley, only Rodolphus, Rabastan and Bellatrix Lestrange stayed behind, as per his orders.
"Rodolphus, Bellatrix, I want you to go back to your manor and stay with your son and heir," Voldemort said, seeing that they were about to disagree, the Dark Lord continued, "You have a son to be with. A son of a powerful bloodline of Lestrange and Black; now that I have no hold over the Black line, I need you to raise your son properly. I want you to go back and stay with him, after all it would do you no good sitting in Azkaban, not that I think anything will go wrong. Your mission is to have your son be a master duelist with a great knowledge of the Dark Arts ready to take his place as one of my most faithful of followers alongside you, do not disappoint me."
Rodolphus and Bellatrix bowed their heads in submission as they thanked their Lord profusely.
Rodolphus would never admit it out loud, but he was thankful that the Dark Lord had ordered them to stay behind with their son Aaron. The Dark Lord turned to acknowledge Rabastan Lestrange.
"Your wife is with child is she not?"
Rabastan immediately nodded as he said, "She shall be in labor in a months' time, my Lord."
"Excellent. Even though you have married into the Zabini line, a neutral family; she is of pureblood descent and your child shall be powerful as well. I want you to stay with her and do the same as Rodolphus and Bellatrix with their son."
"Thank you master, for your kindness," said Rabastan gratefully. He never liked leaving his beloved wife, especially now that she was pregnant and could be in labor at any moment.
"You may take your leave," Voldemort declared.
As the Lestranges left, Voldemort smiled cruelly to himself, "I shall not be as lenient with you Potters," before apparating on the spot to Godric's Hollow.
***THE FORGOTTEN POTTER***
At the same time Voldemort was sending his Death Eaters to create havoc in Diagon Alley, James, Lily and Peter were sitting in the living room after having put Charlus and Odette to sleep.
Suddenly Dumbledore's phoenix patronus appeared in front of them and Albus' voice reverberated in a panic-filled voice, "Death Eaters in Diagon Alley, we need all hands, there are too many and the Alley is in chaos."
James and Lily stood up immediately, retrieved their wands and informed Peter that he was to take care of the twins and that they hopefully wouldn't be gone for a long time, before they held hands and apparated away.
Upon the Potter's arrival, the scene in front of them made bile rise from their throats. All of Voldemort's Death Eaters were in the Alley, killing people left and right as they all ran to hide in the shops, unable to apparate away due to the cleverly put Anti-Apparition wards.
James and Lily shared a look filled with love and worry as they split up and ran head first into the fight.
"EXPELLIARMUS"
"STUPEFY"
"REDUCTO"
***THE FORGOTTEN POTTER***
Lord Voldemort appeared right in front of the cottage. The rusty gates entwined with holly and vine whined and creaked as the Dark Lord pushed them open and silently strode arrogantly down the pathway, his cloak billowing in wisps after him.
There was a gloomy feeling in the air as the winds wailed, aggressively attacking the thin cloaked figure of the Dark Lord; it was as if they knew he shouldn't be there as held nothing but cruel and malicious intent.
Wormtail opened the door and said, "M-m-my L-l-lord, the P-potters l-left to Dia-Diagon A-a-alley. I c-c-couldn't stop them from l-l-leaving," he whined pitifully.
"You fool! I at least needed that mudblood here so I could eliminate the Longbottom brat," growled the Dark lord as he pointed his wand at the sniveling creature in front of him.
Wormtail cowered on the floor as he looked up imploringly at his Lord and said, "M-my Lord, the-the old fool th-thinks that it is Charlus P-potter that the-the pro-ph-phecy speaks off. I beg of you p-p-please."
"Oh?" Voldemort looked curiously at the coward, "And do tell how he came to that conclusion Wormtail?"
"Th-the P-p-potter girl is rendered a near squib m-my l-lord and the old fool f-f-feels that Ch-Charlus P-potter would near m-mage level as he progresses in a-age," cried Wormtail pathetically as he wringed his wrists and squirmed on his place at his feet, where his place would always be.
"Interesting," Voldemort mused aloud to himself. "You may leave."
Wormtail scurried out of the cottage and transfigured back to his rat animagus form as he watched from the space between the trees. Voldemort watched him leave in disgust; the filthy coward never even cared that he sentenced his oldest friends infants to death, but no matter, they're deaths are unavoidable yet regrettable.
Lord Voldemort climbed up the stairs, entering the nursery room two doors down to the left.
There sitting before him, happened to be two cribs with mobile magical creatures hung above them for their childish minds delights – but what would he know, he had no such thing when he was at that accursed orphanage.
The room was red and gold which deeply disgusted him, Gryffindors to the core, how utterly blinding.
The Dark Lord looked in on the first crib, where a baby boy with jet black hair seemed to be sleeping, as he approached the boy with his wand out, he heard the small rustling of sheets, sensing some movement from the crib besides him.
The Dark Lord turned around and found himself staring at Avada Kedavra killer eyes that held knowledge and power; such raw power.
The ruby redheaded girl stared back at him unblinkingly, he detected no fear whatsoever from the girl, and Voldemort felt like he was suffocating at the amount of raw power that was floating around her and threatening the air he breathed.
Lord Voldemort scoffed to himself. The fact that the old fool and the Potters believed that girl to be a squib astounded him, as her power was far too strong for one of her age, he was sure that she was the prophecy child.
Lord Voldemort strode over to her crib and stared at her. She was extremely beautiful for a baby, it was too bad she would never have a chance to grow up and test her magic and the obvious wisdom that were shown due to the intensity of her eyes.
"I am truly sorry little one, but I cannot have anyone as powerful as you to live, especially as you are the prophecy child that has been foretold to vanquish me."
The little girl titled her head to side and looked at him, eyes filled with understanding.
How odd.
"Truly a pity."
Just as he raised his wand, with the killing curse on the tip of his tongue, the little girl spoke in a melodious, childish voice, "I beat you!"
Voldemort raised an eyebrow at her bubbly persona, childish yet melodious voice and impish smile filled with confidence and a little amount of innocence, and said, "No, I kill you little one."
"Avada Kedavra!"
The bright green light beamed directly at the direction of Odette's forehead, but before it could make impact, Odette lifted her tiny, delicate, pudgy hand and with her small index finger, met the end of the green beam, directing it diagonally, hitting the wall and forming a triangle right back to the Dark Lord, hitting him in his chest.
The Dark Lord watched all this happen in slow motion in awe and panic, unable to comprehend what just happened; as the green beam hit him, all he could feel was the most excruciating pain as he burst into a black smoke of oblivion and crumbled down into nothing but ashes, his last thought being, 'The girl survived the killing curse', before his spirit fled out through the crack on the open window.
As the Dark Lord's spirit flew away, the ground in front of the crib was full of ash and his black, hooded cloak – his wand disappeared right back to its rightful place in his manor; a spell set by the Dark Lord himself in case he was ever parted from his faithful wand it would appear in his manor.
The wall where the killing curse hit was lit on fire, resembling Fiendfyre and the dark energy remained hovering around in the nursery from the Dark Lord and the spell blew up the room. Pieces of debris and wood started raining above the Potter twins, causing Odette to apparate next to her brother and set a dome shield – a magical force field to protect them.
Right before Odette set her shield, a block of wood fell above Charlus along with a few pieces of debris. They scratched the surface of his forehead, forming with the burnt remains of the killing curse a lightning bolt scar. Odette was too exhausted to stay awake, and slumped beside her brother, who had finally awoken and suddenly burst out into frantic tears.
Since Odette was asleep due to magical exhaustion, she failed to notice that the dark energy which remained in the room after she vanquished the Dark Lord stopped hovering above them. The dark energy made its way into an open wound at the back of Odette's small yet slender neck, residing inside and sharing a part of her soul for the years to come.
It was almost as if it found her to be worthy of carrying it around, keeping it safe from the ones that would do it harm.
Outside the cottage in Godric's Hollow, beneath a hollow tree, a fat, grey rat stared at the top of the house where the nursery should be in a stupor. He decided to remain hidden until he gathered all the information needed.
***THE FORGOTTEN POTTER***
In Diagon Alley, the Death Eaters were fighting brutally.
Siblings, Amycus and Alecto Carrow stood above Frank and Alice Longbottom as they bellowed the Cruciatus Curse repeatedly, laughing with utter madness, their eyes convulsing excitedly, when suddenly they felt their arm sting brutally, painful to the extent that they dropped their wands.
All around Diagon Alley, the aurors and members of the Order of the Phoenix stopped cursing and deflecting spells as they witnessed the entire remaining Death Eaters drop down to the floor, clutching their inner left forearm and screaming uncontrollably with pain.
Alastor Moody, Head of aurors, member of the Order of the Phoenix and fighter extraordinaire was the first one to wake up from his shocked stupor and take charge, bellowing orders to his unharmed aurors to magically bind the Death Eaters and confiscate their wands.
James and Lily Potter rushed to their friends Frank and Alice Longbottom and helped them up, while Sirius Black and Remus Lupin bound and tied up the Carrow siblings, who were pathetically mumbling, "My Lord, My Lord." Thankfully the Longbottoms weren't held under the Cruciatus curse for long and remained with their sanity intact, only suffering with the after effect tremors.
Albus Dumbledore strode over to the group of six and frantically told them that the wards in Godric's Hollow cottage had collapsed and there was an intruder.
The Potters began cursing and crying as they along with Sirius, Remus and Albus apparated back to Godric's Hollow, leaving the Longbottoms to seek aid and quickly apparate to Neville who was left in the care of Frank's mother, Augusta Longbottom.
***THE FORGOTTEN POTTER***
While the remaining Death Eaters were being arrested, there was uproar in Lestrange Manor.
Rodolphus Lestrange was tucking his one year old son and heir, Aaron in his crib when his left arm started burning. As he fell down on the floor clutching his arm, he heard his wife Bellatrix screeching wildly and his younger brother Rabastan grunting as his wife Esmeralda frantically asked what was wrong.
Rodolphus silently cast a charm in his son's room where they could hear if there son woke up but Aaron wouldn't be able to hear anything outside and then ran down the stairs. He grabbed his wife and hugged her tightly, asking her if she was okay.
"Rod! Rod! The Dark Mark has disappeared! It's grey and barely showing! That means the Dark Lord is gone," Bellatrix sobbed as she fell down into his arms. Rodolphus swallowed loudly, gently placing his wife onto the sofa and sat behind her, rubbing her back soothingly.
The four of them sat silently in the drawing room. Bellatrix was crying and in a panic, Rodolphus and Rabastan stared blankly at the wall in shock and Esmeralda stared at them all, uncaring about the death of the Dark Lord.
Esmeralda Lestrange came from a neutral family, the Zabini family. She married Rabastan because she fell in love with him, and she informed him before he proposed that she would take no side in the war, whether the Light or the Dark won, and if they had any children, she didn't want them to be forced into taking the Dark Mark. Rabastan agreed, especially since his older brother's children would end up being the heir to the Lestrange family and so there was no pressure for his wife or children to pick sides.
Bellatrix suddenly stood up, clutched her wand tightly and spoke with a ferocious glint in her eyes, "We must avenge our Lord!"
Rodolphus stood up and bellowed, "No! Bella our Lord gave us his orders. He told us to take care of our heir and that under no circumstance are we to do anything."
Bellatrix stared at her husband incredulously, before staring at Rabastan who stared blankly at her with his arms around his pregnant wife. "Surely we must avenge him Rod! We are his most faithful! We must attack and avenge him!"
Esmeralda scoffed and glared at her sister-in-law as she harshly spat out, "And then what, hmm? Avenging him will not bring your Lord back! Let us say you all get caught? What will happen to my child or your son? Your heir?" she stressed, "He will be branded as a junior Death Eater, picked on by the Daily Prophet and the Ministry, given to strangers to raise!"
"We are too powerful to get caught Esme!" Bellatrix yelled.
Esmeralda shook her head slowly, she loved Bellatrix like a sister, but sometimes her admiration to the Dark Lord blinded her, causing her to become manic and mad – she knew that everyone, even her family from the Black side called her deranged. "You shouldn't be arrogant, Bella, it would be your undoing."
"Alright, IF we are caught, then Cissa would raise Aaron," said Bellatrix trying to appeal to her husband so that they could go avenge the Dark Lord.
Rabastan finally spoke up, knowing that Rodolphus hated to disagree and upset Bellatrix, "You would have your son grow up without his parents?"
Bellatrix fumed. She knew her brother and sister-in-law made sense, and tears fell from her eyes, but she was not used to giving up. She turned to her husband and said, "Rudy what do you think?"
Rodolphus sighed loudly. He thought of his son and of their Lord – he loved his son and if they had to give up their faith to their Lord for Aaron's sake, then so be it. His son and heir, his family, would always come first from now on. Rodolphus looked at his wife and spoke softly, "Bella, we had our orders. We aren't supposed to do anything and even if we were … our son and our family must always come first."
Bellatrix stared at her husband, many emotions flitting around her beautiful face – for once lacking its deranged gleam, first was confusion, then betrayal, then anger, before love and comprehension won out. She sat back down, kissed her husband and said, "Alright. Family first."
One by one, Rodolphus and Bellatrix followed by Rabastan and Esmeralda went to their respective rooms, wondering what the next day would bring. Surely their first step would be to arrange a meeting with their family, the Malfoys.
A/N:I have special plans for the Lestrange family. Can anyone guess what it is?