Show Me Your Darkness - Tomarry/harrymort

Chapter 1

October 31st 1981

3rd person POV

The street of Godrics Hollow was silent, nothing was moving and no one was awake to hear a the POP of a dark figure arriving to reek havoc on the house of a small family.

 The snake-like person reached the door  of one of the houses and blasted it open, waking the residents. A man with frizzy black hair and hazel eyes ran down the stairs, wand out, to meet the unwanted visitor, followed by a beautiful green eyed redhead. Both of them froze upon seeing The Dark Lord step gracefully over the ruins of the door.

"Lily, Protect the kids!" The black haired man shouted over his shoulder to the redhead.

The woman instantly ran upstairs again. The Potter man began to shoot spells at the intruder trying to protect his family. But the snake-like creature wasn't having it, he quickly stunned the man, not wanting to kill a pureblood. 

The man walked up the stairs and into a room with the words 'Harry & Evan' of it. Lily was there holding a small crying boy in her arms. The boy looked like a replica of his mother until he opened his eyes the slightest bit, revealing his hazel eyes. 

The muggle-born witch put the boy back in his Crib and took her wand out pointing it at the man before her.

"L-leave my children a-alone" She stammered quietly.

The Dark Lord stared at the mudblood before him remembering his promise to Severus. He rolled his eyes, 'this is the mudblood who Snape has a crush on?' he thought, a disgusted look on his face. He easily stunned her and walked towards the identical cribs.

In one held the sobbing boy who the muggle-born was carrying now crying harder from watching his mother fall. The other crib held a beautiful child his hair was black but unlike his father it was straight and the small bangs covered his green eyes perfectly. The Dark Lord found himself lost in the child's eyes. They were the same color of the killing curse, nothing like his mothers, they showed power a child of his age shouldn't have, and they just watched his curiously. The boy tilted his head slightly to the side like a small puppy, and Lord Voldemort knew in that moment that this was the boy who would have the power to defeat him one day.

"Avada Kedavra" He whispered pointing his wand at the boy. He saw the curious light leave the boys eyes, he watched them become cold and full of... what was it... Pity? the green curse hit the boy but to The Dark Lords horror it moved under the child's skin to his forehead creating a lightning shaped cut and spread around the room exploding the crib next to him and hitting The Dark Lord turning his body to dust.

A small piece of the broken crib cut into the Evan Potters Cheek making a 'V' shape.

Back downstairs a Wise looking man walked into the ruined house, worrying that the worst had happened. Seeing the stunned Potter on the ground he quickly revived him, and both of them rushed upstairs and into the opened door.

The sight startled them One of the cribs was broken beyond repair and the redheaded boy sat there sobbing loudly with a large cut on his cheek, Lily Potter was on the floor waking up from the spell that had been put on her and In the intact crib sat the black haired boy watching them with unsettling green eyes. Dumbledore felt a rush of unease go through him when he made eye contact with him.

Dumbledore's eyes went back to Even and he took more notice to the mark on his cheek and he realized what happened.

"Evan Potter with be the one to vanquish the dark lord" He said just loud enough the the worried parents to hear. 

Lily and James turned to Dumbledore and looked back at Evan.

" Our boy is going to end this war forever!" James shouted a smile dancing on his face.

"What about our Harry?" Lily's voice was soft, as she gazed at Dumbledore with a questioning look. 

Dumbledore Walked over to the boy slowly, reaching out his magic to the young child. a look of shock spread on his features as he felt nothing. Even in muggles he could feel a tiny bit of magic but it felt like this boy had none.

" He's a squib" Dumbledore said to the surrounding people.

A look of shock met the parents faces as well as they looked at each other with disbelieving glances.

" I refuse to have a squib as my son!" James said recovering from the news first. Anger covered his face.

" We can send him to petunia." Lily suggested not wanting to anger her husband

Everyone in the room looked at Harry who was staring back with his clod eyes.