[OCTOBER 31, 1981. PROLOGUE]
His destination was in sight at last, the Fidelius Charm broken, though they did not know it yet. . . . And he made less noise than the crinkling leaves strewn along the pavement as he drew level with the dark hedge, and stared over it. . . .
They had not drawn the curtains; he saw them quite clearly in their little living room, the tall, lanky black-haired man in his glasses, making puffs of colored smoke erupt from his wand-tip for the amusement of the small black-haired baby in his blue pajamas.
The child was very amused, laughing and trying to grab it in his small fist. . . .
A door opened and the mother entered, saying words he could not hear, her long dark-red hair falling over her face. The father scooped up the son and handed him to the mother.
He threw his wand down upon the sofa and stretched, yawning. . . .
The gate creaked a bit as he pushed it open, but James Potter did not hear.
His white hand pulled out the wand beneath his cloak and pointed it at the door, which burst open with a resounding crash.
He was over the threshold as James came sprinting into the hall. It was easy, too easy, he had not even picked up his wand. . . .
"Lily, take Harry and Hide! It's him! Go! Leave! I'll hold him off!"
Hold him off, without a wand in his hand? . . . He laughed before casting the curse. . . .
"Crucio!"
The static red light filled the cramped hallway, it lit up the stroller pushed against the wall, it made the banisters glare like red lightning rods, and James Potter fell to the floor, twitching and writhing in unbearable pain. . . .
"Do you want to live, Potter?" His voice taunting, merciless and cold as ice.
James was defiant, trying not to let a single noise come out of his mouth as his very bones were surely on fire.
"One last chance Potter, Lord Voldemort is merciful." He said, contrary to his tone of voice.
"You are not my- l-lord." He grunted in a hoarse voice, full of grit and pain while his body was convulsing in utter agony.
He laughed one final time, casting the final curse. . ."Avada Kedavra!"
James Potter stopped writhing instantly as soon as the jet of green light hit him..
He could hear nothing from the upper floor, she was more than likely trapped, but as long as she was sensible, she, at least, had nothing to fear . . . He climbed the steps, listening with amusement to the silence. Usually they tried to barricade themselves in. . . . He guessed Lily didn't have a wand either. . . .
How stupid they were, and how trusting, thinking that their safety lay in friends, that weapons could be discarded even for moments. . . .
He forced the door open, cast aside the chair and boxes hastily piled against it with one lazy wave of his wand . . .
And there stood nobody, the window wide open, the curtains drifting in the lazy breeze. At the sight of the empty room and the open window, He dropped his wand in utter fury and screamed in rage, as if this would help, now she could remake the Fidelius Charm.
He could have killed James on the spot, but he liked to play with his food before eating it. It was his fault. As he said, he was "Merciful." He could have fulfilled the prophecy. He could have killed his "Vanquisher" from the prophecy Severus mentioned.
His anger was pulsating around the room, his scream of rage was likely heard from miles away.
He grabbed his yew wand and apparated away from the Potter cottage, leaving James's dead body to rot.
More than likely Lily will tell Dumbledore; That mudblood loving freak, that James is dead and his body is in the living room.
At the same time, Lily Potter was in the backyard with her wand up her sleeve. She was sobbing, gasping for air, and clutching her thankfully alive child.
"Ex- Expecto Patronum." She murmured whilst tears were falling down her beet-red face, she wiped them of with the sleeve of her Maroon Jumper.
And then silver doe cantered out of her wand's tip. "Dumbledore. James is dead, Voldemort attacked. The Fidelius Charm is broken. Peter betrayed us." She half-pleaded to the silver-gleaming doe.
The doe nodded slowly as though unsure and presumably went to find Dumbledore. . All that was left to do now was wait.
She looked down into her baby's eyes. He had just fallen asleep, dried tears etched the sides of his eyes. She caressed his hair lovingly.
"I love you, Harry Potter." she said, kissing him on his soft cheek...
[A.N:] Finally getting this out here! I've wanted to post this for so long. Hoping to make this a very long FFN. Also; Yes, this chapter (or shall we say prologue) is a direct reference to the part in Deathly Hallows Ch.17 "Bathilda's Secret" when Harry goes unconcious.
I hope you enjoyed this less than long chapter. The chapters will be way more longer. Thanks for reading! :)
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