The White Dragon(HP Fanfiction)

Prologue

 31 October 1981 Godric's Hollow 

A figure dressed in a black cloak is seen walking towards a certain house.

Entering the house he is greeted by a man who looks like a rat. "My lord."

"Where are the children, Wormtail?" 

"Th-They are o-over h-here My Lord!" The one now known as Wormtail stuttered as he led black cloaked man upstairs.

As the cloaked man entered the children's room the man observed the room. The wall on the right was red and gold while the wall on the left was blue and silver with the walls in front and back being half red and gold in the right and half blue and silver in the left making the room feel like its split between the two colors. Two cribs were placed on the different sides, the one on the right had the words Oliver Charlus Potter and the one on the left had the words Harry James Potter.

The man started hearing cries from the right side. The boy on the right started crying and the man realized that somehow the other boy wasn't even awake. "Muffliato" He said sending the charm toward the crying boy as he went to the still sleeping boy.

He was analyzing him, the boy's raven hair was tamed and he had features that would make him look very handsome when he was older, but the thing that was put the man on edge was the magic the boy was releasing. It was on another level compared to him or anyone he knew. Voldemort is a proud man and would never say that someone ever was equal, but in front of this boy he didn't only feel that he was his equal, no, the boy surpassed him.

"I need to kill you child. Even without the prophecy I would want you dead. You are a threat to me and my goal. So DIE!"

"Avada Kedavra" He shouted.

The green light hit the raven haired boy and for a moment nothing happened.

[Reflect]

A voice shouted as the spell he just hit the boy with shot out and killed him. 

The last thing he saw was a blue light.

Later that night the parents of the children, James and Lily Potter, along with Sirius Black and Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore came to see the children's room completely destroyed as Harry still sleeps without any care in the world.

Dumbledore went to inspect the boy on the right first as he was crying with James and Lily. When he saw the scar on his cheek that looked like a thunderbolt he spoke up "It seems that young Oliver defeated Voldemort, see this scar, it's proof that he was marked by Voldemort as his equal. He is the Boy-Who-Lived."

"Harry has one as well." Sirius said but Dumbledore replied "It's probably from a piece of wood that hit him." After all Dumbledore could never be wrong so who did Sirius think he is? 

Just to spite Sirius, Dumbledore said "You should probably leave young Harry in the muggle world." 

"Why?" Both James and Lily said at the same time.

"Because he's a squib." Dumbledore replied.

"Then take him away. I don't need a squib in my house." James said surprising Lily and Sirius.

"I will not have you abandoning my godson! If you don't want him I'll take him." Sirius said.

"You can't." Dumbledore said.

"He will live in a world of magic while he , himself has none." Dumbledore continued.

"I'll protect and make sure he is as happy as he can be!" Sirius replied.

"It seems that this argument is going nowhere." Dumbledore said raising his wand towards Sirius "Stupefy"

He took Harry and quickly left.