Twins: A Different Life

Prologue

"Quick, Lily, he's coming! Take the twins and run." James Potter yelled frantically as he felt the wards trigger, but he knew it was too late. The Dark Lord blasted down the door and hit James with a stunner before the man could even open his mouth.

Usually, Voldemort would have killed him. Potter was a strong opponent, but he had promised one of his Elites to spare the Mudblood girl, and it would raise several questions if Potter was dead and she wasn't.

The Purebloods may begin to believe he favoured Mudbloods over them, which would be counterproductive. While his Elite understood most of his true motives, they wouldn't even understand why he had killed the Pureblood and left the Mudblood alive.

He continued up the stairs silently. He could sense which room Lily and the children were hiding in and unlocked the door with a careless flick of his hand. The Dark Lord entered the room and saw Lily Potter standing before a cot, blocking both children from his wand.

"Not my babies, please," She begged, "Take me instead."

"Stand aside, girl." He ordered, but she shook her head.

"Please, not them. Kill me, not them."

"Move, and I shall spare you." He hissed, and when she refused again, Lord Voldemort sighed; he didn't have time for this. He threw a stunner, and Lily Potter slumped to the ground unconscious.

He stepped carelessly over her still form and looked into the cot at the two children gazing up at him. One of these children had been prophesied to defeat him, and he could not allow that to hang over him. The war was at a crucial point. He would give them a painless death.

Magical children were to be cherished, so he didn't take any pleasure in what he was about to do. It mattered not though; the Potters were young enough to have more children. He just had to decide which child the prophecy spoke of. 

One, the girl, had brown eyes and auburn hair, but there was nothing extraordinary about her, so he shook his head and turned to the other. The boy, Harry Potter if the rat was correct, looked upon him with glaring green eyes that shone with power even at his age, and the Dark Lord closed his eyes and felt the waves of magic rolling off the boy.

"You are a powerful child, the one to defeat me. I would keep you alive if I knew you would join me, but of course, with your family, there would be no chance." The man murmured more to himself than anything, but unknown to him, the child, Harry Potter, heard every word.

Voldemort levelled his wand and cast the killing curse. It struck the boy square on the forehead but rebounded at a remarkable speed, causing a magical backlash that ripped the Dark Lord from his body and caved in the ceiling. Harry was thrown back unconscious, bleeding from the lightning cut on his forehead, and a piece of wood hit Rosalie Potter on the cheek, creating the same mark.