Chapter One: Halloween, 1981

The night has grown long and cold, as many Halloweens tended to. In spite of the late hour, there were still many out and about, enjoying the night, their bags almost bursting because of how much candy was inside.

There were many robed figures out and about, dressing up as ghosts or other monsters that terrified the Muggle world. However, there was one such robed man who was not there for candy.

In a town called Godric's Hollow, a place home to both magical and Muggle folk, there was a dark figure making his way through the graveyard, knowing there would be more joining the dead there tonight.

The ground itself seemed to die as he walked, grass wilting as he stepped on it. His face was hidden behind the shadow his cloak provided, only his red eyes piercing through the darkness. His name, his real name, was unknown to most of the wizarding world.

He was Lord Voldemort, the Dark Lord. An unstoppable force, an immortal being with no equal. His skill with a wand was unmatched, that was all he knew. His mere name made any reasonable witch or wizard tremble with fear.

Tonight, he had a target.

But all that was unknown to both the Midoriya and Potter family.

As far as they were concerned, there was nothing wrong about the night. They were safe under the protection of the Fedelius charm, or so they thought. So, the two families were enjoying the time together, a luxury which they hadn't gotten to enjoy in quite some time.

Their boys, Izuku and Harry, were playing with one another. Harry was flying around on his toy broom, seeming to show off to Izuku, who stared at him with a childish awe. Harry, in spite of his young age, had an air of confidence that seemed well earned, because he was doing an excellent job of avoiding the furniture in the living room.

"He'll be the pride of Gryffindor," James remarked, a proud smirk adorning his handsome face. Lily, her head laying on his chest, let out a small laugh.

"You do know he doesn't have to be in Gryffindor, right?" Lily asked, a smile bigger than James' on her face.

"Of course," James agreed. "Just as long as the house has red in it."

"You're insufferable," Lily chided. Hisashi and Inko could only feel happy as they watched their friends love show itself.

Inko herself was almost asleep, but Hisashi couldn't force himself to sleep. He had a feeling something was wrong, he just couldn't figure out why. His gut had got him out of a few sticky situations during his time at Hogwarts, so he was inclinded to trust it now.

His wand was sitting on the table nearest him, within arms reach if he were to need it for whatever reason.

It was then that the door creeped open. A cold wind entered the room, but no one walked in. Confused, Hisashi instinctively reached for his wand. James too was alerted, but he found his wand was in the other room. "Lily, go," James urged, knowing something was wrong.

It was then that a hooded figure Hisashi knew to be Voldemort stepped in. "Take the boys and go!" James yelled as Hisashi immediately launched a Stunning Spell at the Dark Lord.

With a flick of his wand, Voldemort redirected the spell to the wall. Inko was wide awake now, running with Izuku in her arms. He was crying now, the loud sounds of spells flying scaring him. Both his and Harry's wails filled the air as their mothers ran into the kitchen.

Lily, thinking fast, thought of the back door. If she got far enough away they would be safe. Tears filled her eyes as she thought of what was happening in the living room. Voldemort was a force of nature, no one had ever survived when he showed up.

James was rushing up the stairs, his wand being in his room. He could only hope that Hisashi would survive long enough for James to help him.

Voldemort waved his wand, his raspy voice shouting, "Avada Kedavra!"

It was then that Hisashi used one of the advantages being Muggleborn had, a Quirk. His Quirk, which allowed him to breath fire. It was a powerful blast, resembling the most powerful of fire spells. The blast met the Killing Curse head on, causing it to dissipate.

Hisashi groaned, smoke coming out between his gritted teeth. He wouldn't be able to manage a blast strong enough to stop the Killing Curse again. That was fine, he just needed to buy time for Lily and Inko.

If he was gonna die, he would go down swinging. So, he let go of his morals, there was no point if he was going to die anyways. "Avada Kedavra!" Hisashi roared, his spell hitting Voldemort square in the chest.

But it was then that horror struck Hisashi. The spell had done nothing. Voldemort merely cackled. "Now do you see?" he asked, his voice sending chills down Hisashi's spine. "Resistance is futile, all shall bow before me!" he hissed, casting another curse.

Hisashi couldn't raise his wand arm fast enough, yet the spell ricocheted away, a Shield Charm protecting him. Hisashi looked back, seeing a furious James standing behind him. "We'll take him together!" James yelled, the ferocity of a true Gryffindor in his voice.

So, with his heart swelling with a sense of bravery, Hisashi raised his wand arm, and both he and James, two of the Marauders, began to duel with the most terrible wizard to ever live. He was lost in the moment, hurling spell after spell at Voldemort.

Somehow, Voldemort managed to repel every attack that was hurled at him. Whether it was the Knockback Jinx, the Stunning Spell, the Disarment Charm, or even a couple of the Unforgivable Curses, none seemed to effect him. It was almost as if he couldn't die, but Hisashi would keep fighting.

Lily and Inko had managed to make it out of the house, now standing in the streets of Godric's Hollow. Lily ran, running harder than she ever had in her life, to the post office. She needed to write a letter. She didn't know to who, but they needed help.

Lily had never been able to figure out apparation, and now it was a problem.

Fortunately, she was stopped by the sound of a roaring bike.

James was so caught up in the battle that he didn't notice when the Killing Curse hit Hisashi in the chest. As soon as it did, Voldemort disappeared. In the chaos, he didn't even notice Sirius charge into the cottage.

James couldn't even move. His friend, one of the first he had ever made at Hogwarts, was dead. He fell to his knees, knowing there was nothing he could do.

"Come on, James!" Sirius tried to urge, but he couldn't force his legs to work. He just couldn't move. So instead, he cried.

Sirius knew it was pointless to get his best friend to move, so he took off running for Lily and Inko. He couldn't have more people die tonight. Not unless it was his fault. Peter would pay for this.

Lily saw Voldemort approaching and handed Harry to Inko. "Lily, no!" Inko screamed. The cries of both her, Harry, and Izuku joining together to cut through the once quiet Halloween night.

"Inko, run! I'll hold him off!" Lily insisted.

"You don't even have a wand!" Inko cried as Voldemort approached.

"Step aside, girl!" Voldemort hissed, his red eyes cutting into Inko's soul. For the first time, she was genuinely terrified.

"Please don't hurt them!" Lily pleaded. "Just let them live, take me!"

"Step aside!" Voldemort repeated, his tone growing more displeased.

"Not them... please not them," Lily said once more, her tears mixing with the stone path they were on.

"Stand aside!" Voldemort said for a final time, this time a yell.

Yet Lily didn't move. Voldemort was done asking, and so there was a jet of green light. Lily Potter was dead, and now Inko was next.

Voldemort didn't waste his time. Inko was the next to fall, her body crumpling to the floor like a marionette who's strings had been cut.

Now there was just the babies. Voldemort's target was in sight. He would never have an equal, not after the black haired boy was killed. "Avada Kedavra!" he roared, aiming for the baby.

Sirius was stunned by what he saw. Voldemort had disappeared, but it was clear he had to apparated. He had tried to kill Harry, and he had failed. Stunned, Sirius ran to Inko, checking for a pulse.

Tears began to fall from his face. Not only was Hisashi dead, but now so was Lily and Inko. Yet somehow, Voldemort had been unable to kill Harry. Now Izuku and Harry were left alive.

Though he wanted to track Peter down and kill him, Sirius knew there were more important things to do. He picked up Harry and Izuku, who were both bawling their eyes out. He began to walk back to the cottage, knowing James would still be there, mourning the loss of Hisashi.

And Sirius was right, James hadn't moved from the spot. "James..." Sirius began, unable to even get out the words. Fortunately, James seemed to understand.

"How?" was all James asked. "How did he know where to find us?"

Sirius scowled, being reminded of Peter once more. So, he told it all. How he had went to Peter's house after having not heard from him in a while, finding it empty, and immediately knowing what the rat had done.

"I'm gonna find him, James, and when I do? I'm gonna kill him!" Sirius barked, his rage taking over.

"No," James said.

"No?"

"Yes, no," James said, being surprisingly level headed considering his wife and his best friend had just been killed by the traitor. "If you kill him, you'll be sent to Azkaban, and he isn't worth it."

"So what do we do?" Sirius asked. He would do whatever he had to, so long as it meant Peter would be brought to justice.

"It's simple. We tell Dumbledore. Do you really think the Ministry will doubt his testimony?"

"Maybe you're right," Sirius said. "We just need to tell Dumbledore, he'll help us cart him off to Azkaban, and he can rot there."

"Who can rot in Azkaban, exactly?" asked a very nasaly voice. Looking over, Sirius saw that Severus Snape had arrived. Sirius didn't know what to think of his presence there.

"Snape, now isn't the time," Sirius snapped. "Lily... she's dead."

Snape's face went paler, if possible. "Where is she?"

"Out in the graveyard, Voldemort killed her. She died protecting Inko and the boys," Sirius said, his tone softening. "Peter - you remember Peter, right? He betrayed us, he was the secret keeper!"

"Merlin's Beard..." Snape muttered. "How can this information be proven?"

"Severus," James said, any notions of an old rivalry not in his mind. "For once in your life, put aside our differences. This is about bloody Voldemort!" Snape flinched at his name, but didn't speak.

"I shall speak with Dumbledore," Snape said. "Once he knows, no doubt the Minister shall as well."

Snape didn't stick around. As he turned to leave, James could've sworn he saw the beginning of tears in his eyes.

"Come on," Sirius said. "We've gotta bury them. Hisashi wouldn't have it any other way."

James sighed, knowing that Sirius was right. He stood up, using his wand to pick up Hisashi's corpse. He brought it to the graveyard, not caring if a muggle saw them in that moment. Not that anyone was out, they had all went inside what felt likes ages ago.

Harry and Izuku were in Sirius' arms, now asleep, exhausted from all the crying. His face was stained from tears, his eyes baggy.

James blew a hole in the ground, laying Hisashi and Inko inside. Then, he repaired the hole, which now looked as if nothing had ever happened. Lily lay next to him, and James realized that this would be where too be buried one day.

James longed to have died in her stead. Maybe if he hadn't ran to get his wand, maybe it would've been different. He could've knocked Voldemort's wand out of his hand, and then caved his face in. There was so many possibilities of what could've been in his mind that he couldn't even think straight.

James looked back at Harry. If he was here, he would need to raise him like Lily would've wanted. It was a miracle Harry was still alive. James wouldn't let any harm come to him, no Death Eater would ever come near him.

In the years to come, Harry Potter would become famous. He had been the one to defeat Lord Voldemort in the eyes of many. James Potter's testimony to what happened would allow a warrant for arrest to be sent out on Peter Pettigrew, who would be found weeks later in a bar in Albania.

The wizarding world celebrated on November 1st, for the Dark Lord had been defeated at last.