His Lost Family

prologue

(A/N)
Soooo Basically that's my first ever fanficion.
Feel free to correct any mistakes you find but just don't go too harsh on me.
I'll try to edit regularly but no promises.
I'm actually typing on my phone, so updates may go a bit slow.
Enough of all this blabbering, just
go ahead and read it .

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Godric's hollow

October 31st 1981

It was Halloween, and James, being his normal idiotic self, forgot that their house was as good as invisible and bought candy for any kids that may come trick or treating.

"James, You go ahead and go to bed. I'll just feed Harry and follow you right up. Promise I won't be late." Lily assured her husband for the billionth time. Taking the one year old from the Gryffindore's lap as the toddler started to yawn.

James stood up and stretched abandoning his wand, which was previously being used to make colorful puffs of smoke appear, much to the toddler's delight.

"It's okay Lils, i need to write to Sirius anyway", James replied.

"Fine, but don't get all angsty in the morning if you don't get enough sleep. Can you please grab Harry's bottle from the kitchen?" Lily called out to her sleepy husband.

"Yeah, sure." He answered trying -and failing- to stifle a yawn. But what he saw from his kitchen window woke him up immediately.

A dark cloaked shadow was lurking near his garden gate. And well, normally James wouldn't give it much thought -especially since it was Halloween, a cloaked shadow wasn't that abnormal- but he knew better. He was awoken from his thoughts when the shadow started moving towards his front door

"LILY, IT'S HIM! GO, TAKE HARRY AND RUN, I'LL HOLD HIM OFF", James shouted out in panic. He reached into his back pocket where his wand usually was just as the door was blasted off it's hinges and cursed under his breath as he discovered it wasn't there.

He stood his ground, blocking the staircase after he made sure his wife was already upstairs, wand-less but determined, James Charlus Potter was going to save his family, or die trying. He heard Voldemort's high pitched laugh before he was hit by a flash of blue and fell to the ground with a thud.

Voldemort continued up the stairs, opening door after door feeling like a child playing hide and seek until he reached the last room in the house, the one with a locked door, oh he'd be lying if he said he hadn't been waiting for this moment for ages.

He blasted the door open and entered, lazily flicking his wand muttering a spell ,and again, the bright flash of blue and the thud of a body falling to the ground.

Then he turned to the toddler who was whimpering under the glare directed at him, and using the two-worded, life-threatening spell, bright light filled the room, this time green but it hit a mirror, rebounded and hit the pale-skinned man who vanished leaving a mere cloud of dust behind....

And that was the last Harry could remember before being swallowed into the darkness, a pain searing in his forehead where a lightning-shaped scar was clearly visible.

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And THAT is the prologue

hope you liked it

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2019//// so ummm hi??  been a while. sort of, neglected this thing. im thinking of continuing this thing? i still like what i have planned for it -way to go 12 year old me!- i still have all the drafts and "character backgrounds" that i wrote down when i came up with the idea for this story. so yea,,, im continuing it *confetti*!!

i'm working on a looooong chapter for you guys