On that one shivering night of spooky Halloween, one could see a shadowy silhouette of the feared man known by all of the wizarding world—the one and only 'Lord Voldemort' walked on the snowy ground of Godric's Hollow.
He had only one thought in mind, he had to kill Harry Potter.
He still remembered the words of the prophecy,
"The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches... born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies... and the Dark Lord will mark him as his equal, but he will have power the Dark Lord knows not... and either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survives... the one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord will be born as the seventh month dies...."
He assumed the boy to be Harry, the one year old son of Lily and James Potter. He decided that tonight was the night on which Harry Potter's life would come to an end. Before he knew it, he had arrived at the Potter's Manor.
He could hear the Potters merry-making inside their house, he could hear their sickening giggles, he could feel the happiness in the air, ugh, it gnawed and turned his insides, it made him wanna throw up.
He had his wand at ready, he aimed precisely at the door. "Bombarda" he yelled, blasting the door open. It all happened in a blur, James yelled at Lily to take Harry to his room upstairs, taking out his wand and aiming at the intruder. Unfortunately, Voldemort was quicker, he aimed his Phoenix wand at James, and roared "Avada Kedavara" causing the death of the 21- year- old man.
But that was not what he was here for, he was here for their son.
He walked by James body, up the stairs, to Harry's room. He blasted open the door to Harry's room and entered the room. It was mostly dark but he could see the outline of Lily's body standing near the window hugging Harry close to her body. "I have nothing to do with you, hand me Harry and I shall spare your life." said Voldemort. "NO! NEVER!" Lily yelled back at him.
"Well, now you've asked for it." Voldemort evilly replied back. He pointed his wand at Harry and muttered the killing curse. Lily, however, turned her back to the curse bearing its pain instead of Harry. The killing curse rebounded and hit Voldemort, leaving a part of his soul searching for a living body.
Harry being the only living soul in the room, unknowingly, got a part of Voldemort's soul attached to him. Lily's limp body, lost its grip on Harry, which caused him to fall out of the window.
Luckily, Sirius stood perfectly were Harry were to fall and caught him.
From that day on, Sirius raised Harry as his own son.
Author's note: If y'all (if anyone even reads this) want another chapter, y'all can tell me in the comment section. It's cringey ik I lost motivation at the end. There also might be some grammatical errors plz dont mind those.
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The Boy Who Lived
FantasyOccurs on the fateful night on which Tom Marvolo Riddle decided to kill the Potters. (It's a one- shot but it can be turned into a full fanfic)
