Ch 1 The Beginning

"Lumos"-speech

"Lumos"-thoughts

Lumos-system

"Lumos" - Parseltounge

October 1981

It was a cold dark night for the people of Godric's Hollow. The Samhain night bringing forth an eerie air of uncertainty. A cloaked figure stalked through the dirt road to an innocent looking cottage.

In the cottage itself, a family was getting ready to turn in for the night. A woman of red hair and striking emerald green eyes in her 20's yawned in exhaustion while cradling a sleeping toddler with a mop of black hair with same eyes as her, this was Lady Lily Potter and her child, Hadrian James Potter, who is the protagonist of this story. A man with a messy mop of black hair and spectacles with brown eyes looked at her in amusement, this was the father of our protagonist, Lord James Charlus Potter, Lord of Ancient and Noble house of Potter.

Chuckling, James said "I think its time to hit the hay don't you think so? Lily flower?" which Lily responded with a nod of exhaustion, "I hope our Harry doesn't get into quidditch as you, or else the professor's will have their work cut out for them with how many moves he pulled just from today" she said

James looked at her indignantly for that comment "I will have you know that quidditch runs in the blood of Potters, some say, if a Potter enters the field, he will turn the tide around for a losing team" with his chest puffed out. Lily chuckled at his comment, "Oh dear lord, help us all if Harry gets into quidditch" James laughed alongside her at that comment. Suddenly, they felt what almost to be as if a chain broke.

Eyes wide open in horror, they looked at each other and looked through the window of the living room to see a hooded figure. James looked at his wife in immense distress and shouted "Its him Lily! Take Harry and go! Get as far away as possible, I will hold off for as long as I can!" Lily nodded in a hurry and took Harry who was starting to come awake, running out of the living room and into the office to get through to the Floo network. James took his mahogany wand out, and looked at it with a determined expression. "The last enemy to be conquered is death…" he muttered. He nodded and left to the main door with heavy heart and steps, strangely, he knew he would not make it but he was not worried one bit for that. He realised, as long as his child and wife lived on, a part of him would never die, it would always be here. "Fortune favours the bold…" he thought, remembering the words of his house in Hogwarts.

He met the stranger in the hallway, just as he blasted the door open. "You should not have come here, Voldemort" James said to the now known Voldemort. The main in question, looked at him with a cold amused gaze, "Well, if it isn't the Potter Lord, I give you this last opportunity to join my side, I will spare your wife and yourself, if you hand over your child" Voldemort declared. All he got in response was dozens metallic spears lunged at him, courtesy of James using his masterful skill in transfiguration, evidence by his lazy flick of his wand at the small debris of the blown door. Voldemort in return, created a shield. He flicked his own wand and sent a wave of green flames towards the still oncoming spears. The flames melted through the spears as if a hot knife through butter.

Voldemort cancelled the flames and sent multiple curses at lightning speed, while James may come close to Voldemort in transfiguration, it could not be same said in James's skill in the Dark Arts. James created a wall of marble in response to the curses and once it was blown to bits, James changed it to needles made of flames, that went flying to Voldemort. The man cloaked in black, widened his eyes at the skill. "Elemental transfiguration, wordless at that, at this age? If the child inherited even half of these skills, he may become a thorn on my side" This was all thought of in milliseconds due to the level of skill Voldemort had in the mind arts. He responded to the flaming needed with a hiss, he brought back the green flames but this time it was in the form of a green flaming snake, which swallowed the needles, before expanding and exploding.

BOOOMMM, it destroyed the front part of the house to smithereens, James blocked the oncoming flames with a Protego but got send flying from the backlash of the spell. He huffed in exhaustion, the transfiguration and shield spell took a lot of his power to maintain. "If Minnie saw this, she would go on a tangent of how much magic I am wasting.." James thought in fondness. He looked up as the almost snake like being come up to him with his wand tipped with a green light. "And so, this is how the great last Potter Lord dies. You were a skilled adversary, if you had joined me, you could have become even more…Sadly, it was not to be…Any last words?" Voldemort said, almost remorsefully, but James knew that this being had no such thing as remorse, just the feeling of causing the utmost destruction and death it could. James chuckled and said rasping "Yeah, did you kiss your mum with that smelly breath snake face?" Voldemort snarled in anger and pointed his wand at the bespectacled man. "Avada Kedavra!" A green flash occurred in the scene and the young man looked as if he had no life in his eyes, but his smile said he lived a great one.

On the other end of the house, the young Lady Potter was hurrying to connect to someone, but Voldemort had blocked all forms of communications, even the two way mirror. "Damn you Peter, for betraying us.." She thought in anger, she suddenly heard a BOOOOM and looked as the front part of the house was blown to bits. She grabbed Harry who looked at her innocently, she ran up to the nursery and blocked the door with as many protective charms she knew. She set Harry in the crib and looked at him with a tearful gaze as she felt from her magic as her husband's connection being severed. "Oh my sweet child…I may not survive but you will…you will carry the Potter legacy, you will be the one to end this long feud that befalls our world…I just wished I could have been there to witness it, but I know you will do it…after all, you are the last remaining Potter and the descendant of Ignotus Peverell…" she whispered in his ear as she hugged him.

The door was blown open and the man cloaked in black stalked in. "I give you this one chance to surrender the child to me, in return, I shall spare your life.." He offered. Lily responded with a plea "Please! Not Harry…take me instead!" Voldemort responded with a quick thrust of his wand and announcing "Avada Kedavra" the same green light was reflected throughout the nursey as Lily Potter fell to the ground with a thud, no life in her eyes but a smile that matched her husband's last moments. Voldemort stalked up to the toddler as he looked at him with tear-filled eyes. "So this is the one fated to be my equal… fools, no one can match the might of Lord Voldemort the greatest wizard to ever exist…"he scoffed in disbelief. However as he looked at the eyes of child, he sent a mind probe. Eyes widening, He was met with darkness, as he looked, he saw a cloaked figure with a hood covering his face, he could not see the beings face but he could see the bloodthirsty smile as he pointed a finger at him. "Get out of the heir's mind Tom Riddle…" It announced with a cold whisper that send echoing through his body as he was flung out of the child's mind mentally and physically staggered back. With cold sweat he pointed his wand at the child as he looked at the toddler in, for the first time in decades, fear. "You cannot be allowed to live…you are too dangerous… Avada Kedavra!" He said resoundingly. A green flash occurred but the before the spell connected, a purple shadow like flame appeared Infront of the child as a golden light filled the nursery. It send the unforgivable curse right back at the caster. Voldemort screamed in anger and pain as his body was burned to ashes leaving only his cloak and his wand on the floor. The toddler crying with a lightning bolt scar on his forehead. The being from the before appeared before the child, looking at the toddler in almost expectingly. "Soon. The time is upon us…" it muttered as it vanished just before a man dressed in combat uniform with black hair and striking grey eyes came rushing in.

This is the tale of how the Peverell's rose from the ashes…A tale of how a child became who he was meant to be….This is the tale of Lord Hadrian James Peverell.

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