Authors Note: Here is the reworking of Dumbledore's Mistake. Please read and review.
Disclaimer: I do not own the rights to Harry Potter. Thank you J.K. Rowling for allowing me to play with her work.
Prologue:
Voldemort was extremely pleased. Not only was that pathetic fool Potter dead; but his Mudblood wife had just breathed her last. Cackling to himself Voldemort moved forward in anticipation. He was looking forward to this killing. Oh yes, the Potter brat would die this night; just as his precious parents had. He sneered at the thought.
Walking towards the crib holding the wailing child Voldemort hummed in excitement. For with this kill not only would the prophecy no longer matter, but his goal of seven would be in sight. Oh how he had waited for this moment. With a slow measured breath he carefully raised his wand to sobbing boys brow. Yes, he thought; this will be the death to the last of those pathetic, muggle loving Potters. It would also be the death to that great twinkling fools last hope of ever stopping him; the Great Dark Lord Voldemort!
He was no fool. He knew Dumbledore's plan. Oh yes! And what a delicious taste it gave him to circumvent that twinkle eyed mans plans.
With an evil laugh Voldemort in his madness looked the child in its teary eyes before those fatal left his lips.
"Avada Kedavra."
But things did not go as the Dark Lord had planned. For with those words his broken soul was thrust out of his body. He could feel his power leaving him. For the first times since he had first started on this path Voldemort felt fear. He could not leave the crumbling home fast enough. Cursing all who had brought him to this along his way.
Yet, something curious happened whilst he fled. Not only was his body being burned in a brilliant white flame, but this flame seemed to latch unto anything dark in nature. This included a small part of his torn soul. A part that was irate with its current state, and was determined to injure the wailing brat. The young Potter was going to pay!
The soul shard in its rage decided to attach itself to the boy. To take over and dominate the young soul before it. So despite the white flames licking at it; slowly eroding it away the soul shard went for the lighting-bolt shaped scar now evident on the brats brow. The dark magic now emanating from the scar should make it an easy conduit for its takeover of the boy. Or as the more rational part of it thought, the scar should give it a safe place to hide and wait: a place to renew its strength as it stole power from the wailing boy.
Once more things did not go as planned; Voldemort was once more rebuffed. For when the soul shard went to take residence in the new scar a blinding white light shone throughout the now crumbling house. The soul shard had been purified, and so had the new lighting bolt scar along with it. Leaving it a raw irritated red instead of the thrumming black it had been only moments before. Evidence that one day it would heal.
The blinding bright light with the dark magic eating white flames meant the end of the soul shard. It strangely felt a sense a peace and acceptance it had not felt in decades before it was taken wholly into the light.
Before it left the soul shard saw that its fight to take over the brat had left him with something. Something that not even the Great Dark Lord Voldemort could predict how it would effect the child's life. Only time could tell.
The exposure to so much dark magic and doing so much accidental defensive magic left little Harry drained and exhausted. For a such a young child is not meant to use so much magic in such a little time. So before Hagrid had even arrived; Harry Potter had fallen into a healing sleep. To regain his strength and magic. Not knowing what the actions of this night would bring in the future. Nor the part he would have in it.
Author's Note: I hope this reworking of the story flows well. Let me know your opinions and thoughts. Input is welcomed, flames will be tolerated but ignored. I will also answer any PM that has questions or comments about the story.