The Touch of a Soul

Prologue

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 ...

This is the 'prophecy' that sealed the Potter's fate. The Potter family had to rush into hiding, James and Lily Potter, them and their three triplets: The eldest, Alexander Alden Potter, named after two distant ancestors, Hadrian James Potter, the middle child, and Perseus Achilles Potter, the youngest. 

When Perseus and Harry were birthed, they were not regular babies. They had soft, clear skin, and emerald eyes that drew you in. Their hair was black as a raven, and they seemed to glow with a heavenly, rosy light. However, Alexander had a pudgy red face, dark green eyes, and a tuft of thin black hair. When he came into this world, he instantly scrunched up his face and bawled, while Hadrian, or Harry as he would later be liked to be called, and Perseus, or Percy as he would later like to be called, giggled, calling on a chorus of awws. 

Lily and James would dote on young Percy and Harry, leaving Alexander in his crib due to his incessant crying. 

However, on a cold and dreary Hallows Eve, that would all change.

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Voldemort POV:

"Lily, it's him! Take the kids and run!!" James yelled to his determined fiery-haired wife. "I'll distract him, go!" Lily nodded, and dashed up the stairs, most likely to some emergency portkey. Voldemort laughed, a high, cruel sound. His loyal followers had already put up anti-apparation and anti-portkey wards. Pity, she was only trapping herself, and her children. 

Voldemort thought for a second, pulling out his yew wand. He would stupefy the man, as he had promised his cousin that he would not kill young Lily, and it would seem suspicious if he only killed the man. The Dark Lord leveled his wand at James Potter's eyes. "Petrificus totalus." He spoke, calmly, as if he had nothing better to do than stun a young father before killing his children. 

The man froze, horror spread across his face, knowing the fate of his three children. Voldemort then strode up the stairs, his robes billowing behind him. He glided into the nursery. "Not Harry, not Percy, not Alex! Take me instead!"Lily begged. Voldemort growled. He had no time for this. "Move aside, you silly woman! Move aside, now!" However, Lily kept begging. He ended this charade with a stupefy. 

Now, which one of these children would be his downfall? He stepped up to the cribs. In the first crib, a red one, sat a scrunchy-faced baby sleeping fitfully. Voldemort looked at it in distaste.       (I almost said 'scrunched his nose up", until I remembered he had no nose.") 

In the second crib, the colour a soft blue, lie a small child. He had powerful magic, but Voldemort doubted that he was 'the one'. 

In the last crib, coloured of forest-green, Voldemort felt a pull. Suddenly, a golden string that looked like it was made out of pure magic glowed, and connected young Harry and Voldemort. The latter was astonished. This tiny, little creature was his soulmate??  He couldn't believe it. 

Then suddenly, Tom Riddle lost control of his free will. Eyes glazed, he turned his wand, yew, 12 inches, phoenix feather on his soulmate. The young Dark Lord was panicking, but he couldn't stop it. He felt his lips move to shape the words he had said so many times before.

"Avada Kedavra."

Then, the spell broke, as Tom Riddle's, or what was left of him, eyes glowed their true violet colours, and his soul, in the shape of a Dusk Wolf, ran off into the wind. Little did he know, thst moment would be the cause of Harry's 

In this commotion, the Dark Lord failed to notice that Alex had been slammed into the wall of his crib, leaving a scar in the shape of an asterisk on his cheek.

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When Sirius Black showed up at his best friends house,  he saw the Dark Mark in the sky, and instantly feared the worst. The Black Lordship ring glittering on his finger, he strode purposefully into the manor, looking for anything left behind. Then, near the stairs, he came to a complete halt. 

"James?" Sirius whispered. All James could do was blink. "Finite Incantanum!" Sirius cast. James unfroze, dashing up the stairs to see the fate of the rest of his family. "Rennervate." James uttered, shocked. Lily came to, wand in hand. A second later, Sirius was suspended upside-down in the air, gagged,  James tied and bound to the ground. "Um, Lils, can you please-" James was interrupted by Sirius dropping down on top of him. Sirius blushed and muttered an apology. Lily blinked, then flushed, releasing the two men. 

Lily gasped. "The kids!" James started running to the cribs. 

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Dumbledore arrived at the ruined Potter Manor. He frowned, hearing talk and laughter. That wasn't supposed to happen, the Potter parents were supposed to die so he could place the triplets with abusive relatives that would sever their triplet bond. He didn't mind the Potters dying, because they were Dark, until he placed compulsions on them and modified everyone's memories. 

It would mould them into the perfect weapons to save them from the 'monster' that was Voldemort.  At least, that was the thoughts he implanted into Minister Fudge's head, so of course he'd spread anti-Dark propaganda. The Dark was a disease that needed to be wiped out so he, the Light Lord, could take full control over the wizarding world. 

Dumbledore put on his genial, grandfatherly smile and apparated into the nursery. "Lily, James? You survived?" Darn it, that wasn't supposed to happen. "Yeah,"Lily said, eyes glittering with mirth. "We did." She finished. James cut in. "However, we don't know who defeated Voldemort."

"Hmm. Let me see." Dumbledore looks into the cribs. Alex has a cut on his cheek, so it must be him. He reaches into the crib, raising Alex like they do in the muggle movie, The Lion King, not at all like a detail that was added by some author has no idea what she's doing. 

"It is Alex!"

Dumbledore then casts compulsions on them to allow him to take the other two to the Dursleys. After all, he is greater, and all is for the greater good.