I don't own anything. It was a dark and stormy night at Godric's Hollow. James Potter sat huddled over a book in his study, while his pregnant wife, Lily, slept peacefully in the next room.
Suddenly, the peace was shattered as a loud bang echoed through the house. James rushed upstairs to find a hooded figure a few steps ahead of him.
'Avada Kedavra!' The figure hissed.
James tried to block the curse with his wand, but it was too late. The curse hit him square in the chest, killing him instantly.
Lily woke up with a start, realizing that the curse was aimed at her. She tried to run, but it was too late. The figure struck her as well and she fell to the ground, lifeless.
The figure removed its hood to reveal none other than Lord Voldemort. He was delighted to have killed both James and Lily Potter, the only ones standing in his way of ultimate power.
But little did he know, there was another father figure that would come into play in the life of Harry Potter.
Loki, the God of Mischief, had always kept a watchful eye on the mortal world. His recent visit to Earth brought him to Godric's Hollow, where he witnessed the murder of Lily and James.
However, what he didn't know was that Lily had been lying to James about the paternity of their child. The child was, in fact, Loki's from their secret love affair when he was a teenager.
As Loki watched the tragedy unfold, he felt a deep pain in his heart. He had fallen hard for Lily during their time together, but he had to leave because of his brother. Now, his chance of happiness was taken away by the cruel hand of fate.
In a fit of rage, Loki vowed to ruin everything in his path and was really determined to get out of Asgard so he can get his angel back.
But little did he know, Lily was married to James Potter and their son Harry was now in the care of their good friend, Sirius Black. They were doing everything in their power to keep Harry away from Loki and protect him from their secret.
With his powers, Loki soon found out about Harry and his true identity. But he couldn't approach his son openly, as he was now a fugitive.
Loki's only way to be close to his son was to kill the Death Eaters, one by one, as they stood in his way. And with each kill, he felt a small sense of satisfaction, slowly going mad with each fleeting moment.
He still had psychotic breaks every now and then, creating gruesome art with blood and guts, making masterpieces that only he could understand.
When Harry finally found out the truth about his father, he was horrified. But Loki used his powers to erase his memories every time, making him think that everything was all right.
Meanwhile, Harry was still with his friends, trying to find a way to defeat the Dark Lord. But little did they know, their wayward father was slowly but surely altering Harry's mind, making him join in on the murders of Death Eaters.
Loki was fiercely protective of his son, and he was willing to kill anyone, even family, who dared to hurt him. One day he disguised himself as James. Everybody believe he came back from the dead but Sirius.
Loki's secret wasn't meant to last forever. As Sirius became suspicious of James's sudden change in behavior, he ended up falling through the veil before he could warn Harry.
With each passing day, Loki's hold on Harry grew stronger, until the point where he no longer questioned his father's actions. They continued their murderous spree.
In the end, Harry and Loki were never caught for their crimes, living out the rest of their days in secrecy, as twisted as their relationship may be.
But one thing was for sure, no one could deny the immense love and bond that existed between father and son, even if it was rooted in darkness and death.