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Harry Potter Alternate Universe >> Living the Life by ArianaRae

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Disclaimer- Not mine. If it was, I wouldn't be writing FANfiction, would I?

A collaboration between kiwipotterlover and I.
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“Mummy, look, there’s Mikey! Can I go trick-or-treat with him, please?”

“Well, let’s ask his mum first, all right? I could use the time to talk with her anyway.”

A small boy and his mother were holding hands and walking down the street on Halloween of 1981. Just then, the child realized there was a hole in the bottom of his candy bag. “Mummy?”

“Yes, Adam?”

“I dropped some of my candy. Can I go back and get it?”

Adam’s mother sighed. “All right then, but hurry back. Don’t turn a corner. Stay where I can see you. And be careful!” she called to his retreating back.

Adam ran down the street, picking up abandoned sweets and putting them in the pockets of his costume. As he straightened up after getting the last one, he spotted a tall man in dark robes coming around from the next street. Adam brightened, waving to him. “Hey, mister! What’re you dressed as?” The man seemed to glide up to him. His hood fell off, exposing a snake-like face and scarlet slits for eyes.

Adam stumbled back, instinctively terrified. He turned tail, sprinting towards his mother.

Voldemort pulled out his wand, fingering it with a sneer. It would be so simple to kill the filthy Muggle and all the ones around him. But no, that would alert his targets to his presence. He sheathed his wand, sauntering to the home of the three Potters. Leisurely taking his time, he smirked as he envisioned how he would soon be the victor.

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“James, honey, stop encouraging him! At this rate, there’ll be a fifth Marauder before long,” Lily laughed as she teased her husband.

“And won’t it be great? Harry’s already got some of the small-scale pranks under his belt. He’ll probably be able to take down Sirius before he even starts Hogwarts!” James replied with a grin.

Lily pushed her long auburn hair out of her face. “You and your crazy plans. Well, I’d better get the little prankster-in-training to sleep; it’s already eight-thirty.” She picked up the year-old child and started off in the direction of the staircase.

All of a sudden, the door burst off its hinges. James whirled to his wife. “Lily, it’s him! Peter’s betrayed us; take Harry and go!”

“But James…”

“Just go! I’ll hold him off... I love you.”

Lily was in tears. “I love you too.” With that, she raced up the stairs.

James turned around and faced Voldemort, who had been watching the exchanges as he took in the surroundings.

“Very noble of you, Potter,” he sneered. “But it might be just a tad hard to, what was it… Ah, yes. ‘Hold me off’ without a wand, no?”

James narrowed his eyes. “What in the bloody hell are you talking about?” He had his wand right on that table… Didn’t he?

James realized with a start that Voldemort had Summoned his wand when he was talking to Lily.

“Bollocks,” he hissed. Without hesitation, he grabbed a vase and hurled it at the wizard across from him. Voldemort blocked it and sent an Avada Kedavra towards James. He dodged it and took cover beneath a table, calculating his next move. He had no wand, limited missiles, and he couldn’t run forever. He decided to do as much damage as he could.

Sprinting into the kitchen, he grabbed the knife block. Taking a knife at random, he advanced slowly on Voldemort, dancing around curses thrown at him. He was only a few meters away now.

James whipped the knife at the evil wizard. He managed to block it just in time. Now, not only was he perfectly fine, he was pissed off. Being desperate and knowing he was most likely about to die; James drew back a fist and punched Voldemort in the face. The tall, snake-like man reached up and touched the red mark incredulously, as though he couldn’t believe someone had dared lay a hand on him. Spells came flying with a renewed fury.

Still fighting, the two slowly pushed back into the hall, James pressed against the same stairs Lily had disappeared up just a few minutes earlier. Voldemort, meanwhile, was getting more creative than just a simple Avada Kedavra.

Voldemort pointed his wand at James’ heart. “Confringo!” James hastily ducked. The Blasting Curse whizzed past his head. James could feel it just barely graze his messy hair. His eyes widened as the curse exploded onto the wall. He was thrown forward, hitting his head on the railing and collapsing. A slow trickle of blood oozed from a cut on his face, dripping down onto his shirt.

James weakly lifted his head.



“You will never win this war,” he said as he tried in vain to keep his head up. Voldemort looked down at him “I think you’ll find the only thing stopping me from taking over completely is your one-year old son. And that can be easily dealt with.” Anger flooded James’s body “Go to hell, you bloody bastard” he muttered bitterly with the last of his strength. With one last shudder his body went limp. A malevolent sneer appeared on Voldemort’s face as he stepped over James Potter’s lifeless body on his way slowly up the stairs.

He stopped outside the nursery door, his sneer became more twisted as he heard the red-haired woman inside hastily shoving things against the door. He casually blasted the obstacles aside and opened the door.

Lily set Harry down gently in the crib and turned back, arms spread wide in a protective stance, chest heaving, eyes wide with fright and bright with determination.

“Stand back, woman. I only want the boy.”

“No! You can’t! Take me instead! Not Harry! Please not Harry!” Lily pleaded desperately.

Voldemort shot her a cruel smirk. “Last chance. Now, stand aside.”

“No! I won’t!”

Voldemort heaved a dramatic sigh, fingering his wand. “Very well. Avada-” He stopped mid-curse, apparently thinking over an idea. “You know, you’re a very pretty woman. I’m sure my Death Eaters could find a use for you. Sensim, haud aer.” He waved his wand once in a circular motion.

Lily clasped her hands to her throat, which had started to glow a deep purple. She found it was becoming harder and harder to breath. She struggled to stay up, calling for James and pleading for Harry’s life.

Voldemort merely watched her, his deformed features alight with amusement as he waited for the spell to come into full effect.

“No use in calling for your useless husband. He’s dead now; the fool was killed by a mere Blasting Curse. I do wonder, what will everyone think happened to you, when they cannot find your body?”

Voldemort continued to taunt her until she gasped one final ‘Please, no…’ and slumped to the floor, unconscious. Voldemort Petrified her so she would not wake up until he wanted her to. His focus was now entirely on the crib and the small child inside.

Harry’s eyes were wide as he looked up into the snake-like face of Voldemort. The small boy glanced at his mother’s body then back to him. “You hurt mummy?”

Voldemort hissed. “Quiet, you.”

Harry stumbled backwards away from Voldemort but in doing so he fell down and started to cry.

The man glared at him angrily. He had always hated the sounds of crying. “Goodbye Harry Potter”



“Avada Kedavra!.”

Instantly, chaos filled the room. Harry let out a wail as the curse hit his forehead, his green eyes glowed eerily as tears ran down his cheeks. Looking up at Voldemort he spoke through the tears “You’re a bad man.”

Voldemort narrowed his eyes in disbelief. “What the…”

As if on cue, green light filled the room again, but this time it was different. It wasn’t the single stream of deathly light but a mulitude of different greens expanding slowly from Harry. The room began to shake violently as if there was an earthquake happening. Voldemort’s eyes widened in fear as he realised what was happening but it was too late. The nursery exploded with a tremendous bang. Furniture was reduced to spliters, walls crumbled to dust. Debris rained down but it veered away from the humans as though hitting an invisible shield.

Voldemort had vanished in the explosion. The nursery had been reduced to rubble. Muggles danced around the site screaming for someone to call the police. The fire brigade. The ambulances… And on that night, that chaotic, frenzied night in the normally quiet town of Godric’s Hollow. If you listened, listened carefully, you could hear the heart-wrenching sounds of a baby screaming for his mother to wake up.


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