All right it looks like option three is a go. For those of you who chose option 2 every month or so I'm going to put up another pole with options on how the story goes it's just not gonna be as often as it would've before. Now onto the story.

Potter residence, Godrics Hollow

October 31, 1981

The little cottage that held a young family was alight with activity in the early hours of the night. Mrs. Potter upstairs with our two children, fraternal twins Harry and Victoria. With the father being downstairs reading a paper occasionally looking up towards the stairs with a smile on his face.

When the doctor informed them that Mrs. Potter would be having twins, that came as a pleasant surprise, especially upon the news that they were gonna have one of each. However, even though there was an air of happiness to that statement, there was a bit of trepidation. Seeing as protecting two children would be just that much harder in the world that they lived in.

You see the young couple was a part of a hidden world of magic much like the older man from the pub. As of right now, the magical world is in a Civil War in Great Britain. A homicidal maniac by the name of Lord Voldemort is whipping across the nation with his jackboot thugs known as death eaters wiping out entire non-magical families as well as first-generation magical and anyone who dared side with them even by the most minute measures, such as purebloods who did not fall in there ideology with the power, political clout and finances to fight them on a propped footing.

You see for the last 3 thousand years there has been a thought process that the more magical generations your family has had in its history the better you are at it and the more powerful your family magic is as a basic rule. When in actuality magic requires a new influx every three or 400 years to keep it strong, and ever-expanding. This requires the mixing of first-generation magicals into the bloodline. The more you do this while keeping the original bloodline intact the more powerful that family's magic becomes. This is why you see families like the Dumbledores the Potters' or even the Longbottoms and Bones' who are known for their families giving birth to magical Titans of their age, more often than anyone else in the magical world of Britain. Mr. Potter, James, himself was one such example, as was his father and his father before him. His wife also considered a Titan of magic was a bit of an anomaly, considering she was born from non-magical parents, but in James' eyes that's just what made her special. Now it's twins those two are on a scale all of their own. Harry is the more powerful of the two yet on the slightly and Victoria is the more imaginative already seen even this early in their lives.

It was as he was contemplating these thoughts going through his mind that a commotion outside could be heard from where he was sitting, walking to the window wondering what this could be. His family was hidden by the Firelus Charm, a very powerful ward that was meant to hide the location of one's property with only one person able to share the location, the secret keeper. How can he be hearing something outside when no one should be there? Briefly peaking through the curtain to see what was happening only to see a figure glow the gate apart with one spell, the individual along with one other stalking through the gate. One of these figures was the very man they were hiding from, Lord Voldemort. The other being a supposed friend one they trusted enough to be their secret keeper.

" Shit! This is not good. Not good at all."Walking back and making his way to the stairway, yelling to his wife. "Lily grab the kids and go it's him. I will try and hold him off."

Not liking the sound of her husband's foolishness Lily broke away from her children's bedroom and ran down the stairs, grabbing James's hand.

"Oh no you don't James Potter! You are not about to do something stupid and asinine. Now come on!" Dragging him upstairs and practically throwing him to the twin's crib while towing across the room and retrieving a golden ball with wings plush toy and grabbing Dianna. James grabbing Harry walks to his wife before grabbing her hand. As he's doing this Harry comes loose from him falling to the floor. Going down to pick him up again a loud explosion is heard downstairs. Rocking the entire house. Lily not having seen Harry's fall due to securing Dianna a little better to her for what was to happen next looked to the door afraid before saying

"Prongs!"

"Wait Lily, no I don't have ahold of H…" but it was already too late with a whirl and a spin they were gone. Just after the disappearance of the rest of his family Harry not knowing what happened stood and walked to the toy sword he was given by his grandfather for comfort. As he's grabbing onto the hilt the door practically incinerates behind him from a blast. Walking through the threshold is Lord Voldemort in all his glory. Scanning the room as he enters with a devilish smile spanning ear to ear.

"Well, well, well… What do we have here?" Walking completely into the room wand slightly to the side walking up to the boy crouching to get to the child's level head tilted to the side sadistic smile if possible getting even bigger.

"Is your family gone child? Did they leave you to die all alo…" He was interrupted by the smack of a toy wooden sword hitting him in the face. Shaking his head and standing up looking at the little nuisance that interrupted him. And as he was looking down at him he saw something that shocked him, terrified him, and enraged him all at once. Harry a 15-month-old child holding his toy sword while sucking his thumb was glaring at the Dark Lord.

This gave Voldemort pause. He had seen bonified Aurors who had served for upwards of a decade shake in his very presence. Yet, here was a child, a baby no less standing with a thumb in his mouth and a sword, bereft of his family who had all but abandoned him, glaring at him.

" I see… I see now why you were to be such a threat to me and my rule should you grow into a man… Such a shame… such a shame you are going to have to die. A good adversary you could have made. But that is a future not to come. Goodbye Harry Potter… Avada Kedavra!" At the end of his wand, a green light started to grow and expand before shooting at the young boy in front of him. But as the link ght got within 2 to 3 inches of Harry a golden dome enshrouded Harry causing the light to fly back at its creator, who tried to dodge but was not fast enough causing his body to start to turn to dust.

Not knowing what was going on Harry started to cry. From the ashes, a see-through spectre appears screaming in an unruly howel. Flying towards the wall to escape. However, when it got to the wall the very shadows solidified, wrapping around the specter and trapping it where it was. From the shadows all around the room, a deep boisterous laugh emanated as a tall figure wearing robes made of the shadows themselves.

"Thomas Morvolo Riddle Jr. you have finally made a mistake big enough that I can intervein personally. You have been in a thorn in my side for almost 3 decades the only reason for your survival being those silly little trinkets holding your soul. Now since you have decided to make this blunder on all hollows eve your soul containers are forfeit and with them your soul and life as well. Goodbye, and good evidence you scourge of humanity hopefully you give Alecto some entertainment amongst the fields of punishment." waving his hand the shadows drag the screaming wraith in the darkness never to be seen on the mortal plain again. Turning to the crying child the tall figure's face softens before kneeling in front of the young man. "Hello, Hadrian… I know you don't know me but I'm your grandfather Pluto. Would you like a hug?" SMACK! Shaking his head slightly while chuckling. "I suppose I deserve that and while you may not understand it now you will need that bravery a lot in the future child so hold onto it. Now sleep." with that Harry fell face forward with Pluto catching him and letting him cuddle his tou sword for comfort.

"I am sorry for your future child but you will find happiness in the end I know it." With a flash he and the young child are gone.

Hello all this is rewrite chapter 2 chapter 3 will be with the Potters and the yrs leading up to the goblet giving out Harry's name. As always stay safe, happy, and healthy in these trying times. - Marious Pluton