Death Child [ON HIATUS]

The Night of the Dead

Hi guys! How are you?

All rights reserved to JK Rowling and all that, you know the procedure. I just had this idea in my head and for once decided to follow through it.

:Parseltongue:

:Language of the Dead:

:Thoughts/letters/the usual really:

:Gobblygook:

And I think that's about it....

Thanks for reading and enjoy!!

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He did not want to do this. Lord Voldemort did not kill children, magical blood was precious after all. But this child... this child was to be he's vanquisher, he would not tolerate this. His goals were far too important for a mere babe to destroy it all.

No, he would not tolerate it, would not allow it. And as such, best be it to kill the child whilst it still remained weak, untrained and vulnerable, the least he could do would be to make it quick and painless.

With this in mind, the Dark Lord made his way to Godrics Hollow. The man allowed a smirk grace his features as he was welcomed by the wards surrounding the Potter's hideout. With a reducto, he went inside the household. He was greeted by a wand pointed in his direction, a quick protego and the killing curse and the body of James Potter fell emotionless, and he made his way to the nursery where Lily Potter settled between her son and Voldemort.

"Step aside" the man said. Unlike most believed, he did take into account his inner circle's requests, and for some reason, Severus had begged for him to spare the girl. Besides, even if a muggleborn, Lilly Potter née Evans was a powerful witch.

"No, please.... not Harry!" she begged. "Not Harry please... please..." she kept repeating.

"Move and you shall be spared, girl!" Anger slipped slightly through the man's words. But the redhead kept begging 'not Harry'. "I shan't repeat myself, sssstep asssside woman!" a growl escaped the dark lord's mouth, parsel barely slipping in his speech.

Lily refused and a flash of green hit the young woman before she was no more and Death took her soul through the Veil.

Red met green. The child was awake and staring right at the Dark Lord's eyes, curiosity filled the babe. Voldemort paused and a triumphant smirk appeared in the man's face as another green light shot from the yew wand.

In the far corner of the small nursery, a dark figure stood, observing as the once human vanished as he killed his soulmate. The child's soul lingered around it's body for a minute as part of the other's remained and joined it, quickly merging with it's equal which welcomed it warmly before going to the dark ethereal being's hand. Death caressed the small soul, ready to send it through the veil to join it's parents yet, as he caressed the small light in It's hand, he felt it. The kiss of It's sister.

What could be so special about this little bundle of light that Gaia saw worthy of her kiss? As he contemplated this, he felt it. The strength of the soul, the magic it possessed, even without Her kiss. This soul was powerful. Maybe... no. She couldn't have...

Death made a deal with the small soul. He would retrieve it to it's body. In return, he was to help His sister. As it accepted the conditions required, the Being returned the soul to the babe's body. As he saw the first intake of breath, It made a rash decision and gave him a gift. A sliver of His magic, it did Him nothing to part from it, but to the child it would come to be very helpful if he was to accomplish his quest.