Book 1: The Philosopher's Stone

Prologue

The lightning symbolized many things, to the Celts it symbolized the connection with unfathomable power which was one of the reasons Lilly Potter used it in the dark spell she had created in order to protect Harry from anything magical that came at him until he was able to protect himself. Lilly used this a little bit of blood magic and parselmagic (being a descendant of a squib from some deceased Salazar Slytherin line after all) to create this dark ritualistic spell, nobody but Lilly had known about it.

It was the night of Holloween when it happened she was just sitting on the couch legs entangled with her husband who lay on the other side massaging her feet while she read The Tales of Beedle the Bard to her little Harry who laid there on her chest looking up at her with big fascinated eyes, they didn't think they needed their wands, they thought they were safe and had gotten too comfortable leaving them in the room on their nightstands. A loud explosion came from the hallway as the front door was blown off its hinges, Harry's cries were the only thing Lilly could hear as her husband pushed her towards the stairs. Lilly was terrified, not of Voldemort, but the thought that the spell could go wrong since it was not nearly as perfect as Lilly would have been comfortable with.

Lilly had already prepared beforehand carving the runes needed into the corners of the crib when James had gone over to Sirius' house leaving Lilly alone with Harry, placing Harry inside of said crib she used her teeth to tare at the pad of her thumb causing blood to drip steadily from the wound. Lilly placed her thumb on her son's forehead tracing a lightning bolt as she chanted in Parseltongue, "With my blood and my very own life willingly sacrificed by another's hand I plead for any god or goddess willing to listen or even Magic herself to protect my flesh and blood from any magical being coming to harm him until he is capable of protecting himself." and with that the runes glowed and so did the mark which slowly sank into his forehead emitting a small glow sensing the danger that stood right behind Lilly who slowly turned around shaking.

"Stand aside girl and you shall live." the voice was demanding and Lilly had to take a breath before she channeled her magic behind her words to make it clear to the magic of her sacrifice, "No, take me instead, PLEASE!" her words were slightly hysterical as she tried to stop shaking and took a couple of steps forward, "MOVE OUT OF MY WAY!" he yelled impatiently and angered by her disobedience, she only kept yelling over him, "This is your LAST chance!" she didn't budge only sobbing for him to take her instead of her precious baby boy.

And he did.

Harry whimpered as he watched his mother fall the floor, the small glowing lights had dimmed after Lily's death, the ritual having been completed, Voldemort walked over to the crib blood red eyes glowing as they stared into bright emerald ones reminding him of the spell he was about to use. Voldemort's face was blank, pale skin, black hair, and red eyes eerily beautiful in the moonlight that streamed through the window above Harry's crib.

Having forgotten about the body that lay on the floor Harry stopped crying and curiously stared into the red eyes and reached out with his chubby little hands giving a gummy little grin.

"Avada Kedavra."

There were two screams, one from Harry as the mark began to glow and burn into his skin as the power was used and the other from Voldemort as he died but the pain was not from the curse that had ricochet back at him but from his soul splitting and allowing itself to connect to that same scar that protected Harry.

The rumbling of a motorcycle was soon heard after Harry had finally cried himself to sleep and Rubeus Hagrid, a large man who was half giant and half human came barreling into his room gasping as he saw Lilly who lay still on the floor a pile of robes with a wand unknowingly underneath that Wormtail would retrieve then hide later just above her head next to a crib that held a sleeping and relievingly breathing baby Harry.

The night after Harry had been carried by Hagrid who had taken him to Privet Drive where he had met up with Minerva McGonagall and Albus Dumbledore.

"Hagrid," said Dumbledore, sounding relieved once he had parked. "At last. And where did you get that motorcycle?" Hagrid gave a sheepish grin as he scratched the back of his neck, "Borrowed it, Professor Dumbledore, sir," said the half-giant, climbing carefully off the motorcycle as he spoke. "Sirius Black lent it to me." Dumbledore gave a small grandfatherly smile, his eyes giving off that familiar twinkle at Hagrid's childish excitement at driving the contraption, "No problems, were there?" Hagrid shook his head with a sad smile, "No, sir, but I got him out all right. He fell asleep as we were flyin' over Bristol. " Hagrid held out a bundle of blankets that held the small child for Dumbledore and McGonagall to see. Inside, confirming Hagrid's statement, was a sleeping baby with pale skin, a black tuft of hair, and a peculiar lightning bolt shaped scar on his forehead.

None of them knew the true meaning behind that scare, that particular scare symbolizing his mother's love and sacrifice and not so much Voldemort's attack though that was what they seemed to believe, "Can't you do anything?" McGonagall asked hopefully, "I'm afraid not my dear, he will have that scar forever." Dumbledore's eyes twinkled as he tried to lift the mood, "Even if I could, I wouldn't. Scars can come in handy. I have one myself above my left knee that is a perfect map of the London Underground." soon they gave their last good-byes to the small boy unaware of the horrors Albus was about to knowingly put him through and if not completely knowingly at least the smallest bit aware.

But it's not wrong if it's all for the greater good, right? That seemed to be what Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore seemed to believe.