He's that smart!

Lilly Potter was the proud Mother of Harry James Potter and Victoria Rosemary Potter. They were two very different one year old twins. Victoria or Vicky as her loving parents called her, was a chubby little ball of fat with squinty hazel eyes and violent ginger hair. She was always fussing and snatching things but her parents thought this was adorable. They especially adored that dumbfounded expression that Vicky got on her face whenever she saw...well anything really. In her parents eyes little Vicky Vick Vick could do no wrong. Her twin on the other hand. Well James wasn't that taken by him. He was small, a small little runty thing and odd. James found his midnight black hair and unsettling gaze off putting and tried to spend as little time with harry as possible. Lilly just plain scared of harry. In her eyes there was something very wrong with the baby with glowing green eyes that followed you around the room and seemed to take in every single detail. Lilly tried to engage with her son until he was ten months old. She took her precious Vicky Vic Vic to the kitchen to get her a cookie, accidently leaving her phone in the reach of Harry. When she came back to the room, Vicky perched on her hip, the phone was in prices in front of harry. At first lily brushed it off as harry knocking or dropping her phone. But then as she settled Vicky down on the floor Harry started to piece the phone back together until BAM fixed phone. A very shocked and frightened lily stopped trying with Harry after that. Victoria was called Vicky Vic Vic and harry was called harry. Vicky Vic Vic was fussed over and harry. Well harry wasn't ignored he was fed and watered and kept warm but loved? Not really.

It was Halloween night and all was right in the Potter household. Lilly and James were at an order meeting. Harry and Victoria were alseep in their close together cribs. And Voldemort waltzed in the door........ Shown the way to the sleeping brats by Peter who was babysitting. Peter was all too happy to hand hos Lord the snot eating brats and keep his best friend James. After all he needed some protection on the light side. Voldemort strode up the stairs and leisurely glided towards the cribs. He had originally planned on killing both of them but he took one look at the snivelling ginger one trying to gnaw off her own hand and laughed. At the sheer idea that this imebecille .with barely enough magic to light a candle and barley enough intelligence to know what a candle was, was going to be his downfall. His! Then he turned to the other one and for once Voldemort froze. Those piercing eyes filled with intelligence all that magical power. Yes. Yes this was the one. Vodemort felt a faint fleeting emotion that reassembled regret as he whispered 'What a waste. Apologises young one. Your too powerful to live' and with that he reluctantly uttered the killing curse. Aiming for right between those startling green eyes. However before the curse hit, to voldemorts surprise, Harrys eyes literally began to glow. Just before the spell made contact harry flung out his hands and the curse rebounded, hitting a frozen Voldemort. However from where the curse almost touched, between his eyes harry had a lightening bolt scar. In the explosion, where Voldemort literally imploded, both cribs had shattered. However little harry who was now glowing green all over moved his hands into little fists and both him and his crying sister floated to the ground like feathers. However before harry could grab Vicky, part of the debris from her crib had made a cut on her right cheek. A cut that looked like a tick but if you squinted and turned your head sideways, it almost symbolised a V. V for Voldemort.