Neglected

A grave mistake

AN: Hey everyone! This is a story for an idea I have been working on for a while and have decided to take a shot at it myself. I know the world of wbwl is a cliché filled and overdone place but I love it so much therefore I have decided to do one myself and here is my attempt.

It was a quiet, normal night in Godric's Hollow and Lily was putting her children to bed. Harry was already in his cot, lying there peacefully while Iris was in her mother's arms.

"Ok Harry and Iris, Mummy and Daddy are just going to go out to an event at the Ministry and uncle Peter is going to look after you so be good for him."

Harry gurgled happily in response and James' voice drifted up the stairs and through the door.

"Lily, Peter's here and we need to go now if we don't want to be late!"

"Ok James."

She said her goodbyes, welcomed Peter into the house and explained to him what the rules were about bedtime before stepping into the fireplace and calling out "The Ministry Of Magic"

Back in Godric's Hollow, two children were sleeping, unaware of the most feared individual in Britain and his loyal servant, Wormtail. Pettigrew directed Voldemort up the stairs and into the twins' room.

"This is it, my Lord, the Potter twins' room"

"Well done Wormtail. The prophecy child is one of these, I can feel it. I will enjoy killing these two, but which one should I murder first?"

He looked at them, wondering who would die first, settling on the boy with killing curse green eyes and his father's messy black hair.

"Avada Kedavra"

He watched in satisfaction as the green light traveled towards Harry when all of a sudden, an ethereal white glow surrounded the baby, lifting him up and deflecting the lethal force back after a brief struggle, leaving a red lightning bolt scar upon his forehead while the magical backlash caused a splinter of wood to leave an 's' shape on Iris' cheek, in a grim parody of a snake. The last thing Voldemort saw was a green and white light before his fraction of soul was forcefully ejected, and the spectre fled.

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At the ministry, a whine similar to an old ww2 air rains siren went off, causing two of the guests to rapidly pale in panic. Lily and James Potter sprinted to one of the many fireplaces, grabbed a handful of floo powder and screamed:

"9 Godric's Hollow!"

The scene Lily and James stumbled into was a world full of chaos. The ceiling had partially collapsed and Iris was crying, while Harry was unconscious. Dumbledore walked into the room and after inspecting both children exclaimed: "I give you Iris Potter, The Girl-Who-Lived."

AN: Hey everyone! Thanks for all the follows, favourites and the review from fernyyuki. This is my first fanfic so 26 follows is a lot to me! Thanks again, now on with the story!