A hooded figure stood infront of a door, a small wooden stick was in his hand pointing in the direction of the door.
"Alohamora" The figure said in a deep voice as the clicking sound of a lock echoed around him.
The figure entered the cottage, he couldn't help but smile as he heard the desperate voices of the two new parents in the upper floor.
Click!
A door opened, the man readied himself as he aimed his wand at the direction of the door.
The door slowly pushed back to reveal a black haired young man wearing glasses.
"James Potter, how nice for you to come out." The deep voice said creepily.
"Lord Voldemort." The man replied back defiantly.
"You DARE utter my name... I suppose it is not your first time do. For this I have come to punish you personally." The man replied with a bit of anger in his voice.
"We both know that's not why you're here Voldy." The man said to irk the Dark Lord.
"HOW DARE YOU MAKE JOKE OF MY NAME, THE NAME OF THE GREAT LORD VOLDEMORT." He replied with a face full of rage.
"I suppose that is what a mud-blood sympathiser like you would do." The Dark Lord calmed down.
"You're not much better are you Riddle." James paused as he let the shock enter the Dark Lord
"How do..." The Dark Lord was cut off by James.
"What you think we wouldn't find out Riddle, the son of a love potion." James mocked the man and laughed slightly.
"Who told you this?" The man asked slowly contarary to what James expected.
"You know him pretty well Riddle." James said continuing to laugh.
The Dark Lord took a deep breath, he could not lose composure now, he had wasted too much time. There was no knowing what the Muggle witch was doing upstairs.
"You haves lived your life James Potter." He said slowly as he pointed his want at the man.
"Avada Kedavra." A sickly green light came out of his wand it hit the Potter right in the heart and he fell down with a thud.
The hooded Lord moved past the man, who curiously had a small smile. He went up the stairs.
It was time to end the prophecy before it had the chance to start.
Voldemort entered the room, infront of him a younv red haired women tried to quite down a crying child who had awakened due to the thud.
"Lily Potter." The man greeted.
"You know one of my men has asked me to oh so dearilu save your life, I wouldn't mind sparing you." The Dark Lord paused "But there comes a cost. Give me the boy." He said with a smile.
"I'd rather go to hell." she replied and put her dear son in the craddle behind her.
"Why not Lily, you and I are not much diffrent, both gifted by magic, both isolated from our families, called freaks." He said with a smile.
"How?" She asked quitely.
"Oh don't think Severus hasn't told me all about you, and the Petunia girl I know deep down you hate her, you hate muggles for isolating while they have been praising you serving you." The Dark Lord tried his best to push her buttons.
"Join me and they will treat you like a Goddess." He finished with chuckle.
"Screw You." She replied.
"Oh well I guess I have your answer. It's a shame for Severus." He replied as he raised his wand at her.
Lily widened her eyes but stood there in determenation. "I won't let you hurt him." She said in defiance, Voldemort simply ignored.
"Aveda Kedavra." He said as the same sickly green beam hit the witch, stopping her in her tracks.
"What a shame, if only you would have been a Pure-blood." He said with no remorse as he approched the small boy in the craddle.
"It's great to meet you Harry." The Dark Lord looked him in the eyes. The boy did not fear Voldemort's figure. The red eyes stared at the green eyes.
"Such fierce eyes at such a young age, A shame for you to be so unfortunate. You would have made a great Lieutenant." The Dark Lord laughed as he looked at helpless boy.
"Avada Kedavra." The green sickly light came out of his want, however the Dark Lord immediately knew something was wrong.
The Killing Curse had repeled from the boys head and returned back to it's caster.
It him and the man started to disintegrate as hr could not help but laugh at his own situation.
'That damn mud-blood. I will return.' Those were his final thoughts before darkness caught him.
His body had disintegrated, all that was left were the bodies of the two newly weds and there now orphaned son.
It had been hours since the death of of James and Lily Potter. There child was now in the hands of the greatest wizard of their time. Albus Dumbledore.
"Albus are you sure to sent him there? The muggles are worst even of their kind, their self-centered and greedy prideful." An elderly witch standing beside Albus asked.
"It is what his mother wanted." Albus replied with sorrow.
He too didn't want to keep him in that house, he seen first hand how Lily was treated by her sister. He still couldn't belive what he had read in the will of Lily.
"She must have planned something." Dumbledore could only mutter as he gazed at the boy's scar.
At first it intrigues him, A scar born from the Killing Curse, It intrigued him every second he was with the child. Yet he sensed nothing from it, It was a simple scar.
"Could it have something to do with how he survived," Minerva asked with sheer curiosity at the decision of her student.
"Possibly, but what is done is done. There is nothing we can do but respect her descision." Dumbledore replied with sorrow.
Albus Dumbledore put the boy in the basket and put the letter written by Lily Potter in it, He rang the bell of the house and they apparated away.
All that was left was a sleeping boy in the windy night at the dorstep of Number 4 Privet Drive.
Petunia had expected many things in her life, but she at all means did not expect to see her nephew at her doorstep with a letter written by her doorstep.
"You can't possibly think of keeping the Freak's child." Vernon her husband said with sheer shock.
"Vernon there is no way too know if he has magic, he could be a squib for all I know, I'm just saying give him a chance plus you read the letter haven't you. He needs to stay here." Petunia said with small tears in her eyes.
"Fine but I want no part in the boy's life." he replied.
"Alright." Petunia said.
She had to this for her sake, for her families sake. For the child's sake, she had to this For Lilly.
Harry always knew that he was weird. His family if they could be called that all ignored him except for his aunt who would take care of him and give him slight kindness, but she still had him do abundant of chores, while his cousin ate , played and slept all day.
Harry however didn't mind that, he had grown accustomed to being alone. He hated being alone yet there was nothing he could do to not be alone.
He had no friends at school, his cousin didn't even acknowledge his existance and his Uncle always had an aura of anger around him.
Oh yeah did he mention he could see aura's or somethings along the lines. It was like a force that was in everyone, however it was almost non existent in most.
He could barley feel the aura of the people in school and at his house but what little he felt was quite extraordinary. He could feel people's feeling towards him.
At first he thought he was imagining things. But In Grade 3 he felt the aura of one of the kids from the upper years.
It was one of annoyance, anger it was like the kid hated him for no reason. At first he out it off at him hallucinating again but than when the bullying he started he realised maybe he had something that no one else had.
Off course he told the teachers about the bullying and it never happened again, it was one of the Perks of being a straigh A student.
That was when Harry realised he was odd, odd as in him doing things that were not possible. Whenever he felt Lazy and not wanting to get up to get water. A glass of water would be magically there in hand, on the bed.
He tried many times to replicate this feeling but nothing like it happened on purpose. It just happened when it happened.
So now Harry was sitting on his bed reading about
algebra and was about to start Calculas.
Harry by no means a genius, altough other's would tell him to reconsider as no 9 year should know about it.
But with all the time he had, if he truly was genius he would've probably graduated by now.
Alas true talent is only possessed by a few in this world.
"Harry." Harry closed his book as he heard his Aunt.
"Yes Aunt Petunia." He went downstairs leaving his door open.
"Tend to the garden." It was more of an order than a request but Harry didn't mind gardening.
"Yes Aunt Petunia." he replied