Chapter 1
Tom Marvolo Riddle or better known as Lord Voldemort stood at the edge of the Potter Cottage, taking in the home of the child prophesied to defeat him.
It was in one word, cosy.
The Potters' secret keeper, Wormtail, had betrayed them the moment he had been made the secret keeper. Snivelling and grovelling at his feet, he had revealed the location of his bestfriend's family without any hesitation.
And that is why I don't trust anyone, he thinks silently.
The Potters were formidable warriors. Fresh out of Hogwarts, James Potter became an excellent auror taking out many of his death eaters and his mudblood wife, Lily Potter neé Evans was a renowned Charms Mistress, in fact the youngest in a century. They even faced Voldemort three times and survived.
But, the main reason Voldemort was even after them was because of their son.
Harry James Potter.
The prophesied child, born to defeat him.
He chose to end the boy's life today. On Samhain.
Which brings him back to the present,
He tore down the wards of the cottage and stalked towards the door, which he unlocked with a simple Alohomora.
" LILY! TAKE HARRY AND RUN! IT'S HIM! I'LL HOLD HIM OFF!"
Ah, there he is.
"Avada Kedavra", he casts and James Potter falls dead on the floor. He sidesteps the corspe of the young Auror and starts making it up the stairs where he assumes the boy and the mudblood is.
He blasts the door with a silent Bombarda and makes it to the child's room.
The boy is in his crib and he stares at him with his tear-stained emerald eyes
The boy's mudblood mother pleads with him to spare her child. Hadn't Severus asked to spare her? Well there should be no problem at that.
" Stand aside, you foolish girl, "
" Please not Harry! Have mercy!"
" Step aside, girl, " he hissed, " I would let you live."
" Please not my Harry! Have mercy! "
" Stand aside, you silly girl! This is your last warning!"
" Please spare my child! Have mercy!"
Annoyed by the irritating mudblood, he cast the killing curse at the red head, who fell down the floor lifelessly.
He, then turned to look at his prophesied enemy and picked him up.
Huh, if only he hadn't been his enemy he would have made him his heir, because the boy was clearly very powerful.
He reached towards the window and opened it to the chilly October wind. The boy would die today but, not by any magical means, he would die exactly the way he sometimes wished to kill the orphanage's kids who annoyed him.
He whispered softly to the boy the last words he would ever hear, " Goodbye Harry Potter, may we never meet again."
And threw him hard down the window and stood there until he could see the hard ground stained with the child's blood.
Life was good.