AN: Hey everyone! This is a story for an idea I have been working on for a while and have decided to take a shot at it myself. I know the world of wbwl is a cliché filled and overdone place but I love it so much therefore I have decided to do one myself and here is my attempt.

A Grave Mistake

It was a quiet, normal night in Godric's Hollow and Lily was putting her children to bed. Harry was already in his cot, lying there peacefully while Iris was in her mother's arms. Harry had inherited his father's jet black, scruffy hair and his mother's piercing green eyes while Iris had turned into a clone of her mother but with her father's gold flecked hazel eyes.

"Ok Harry and Iris, mummy and daddy are just going to go out to an event at the ministry and uncle Peter is going to look after you so be good for him."

"Lily, Peter's here and we need to go now if we don't want to be late!"

"Ok James."

She said her goodbyes, welcomed Peter into the house and explained to him what the rules were about bedtime before stepping into the fireplace and calling out "The Ministry Of Magic"

Pater looked at the children, unaware of the danger they would face and let out a small sigh. He didn't want to be the cause of the twins' death but it had to be done so that Voldemort would kill the chosen one early, when he or she was not a threat.

Back in Godric's Hollow, two children were sleeping, unaware of the most feared individual in Britain and his loyal servant, wormtail. Pettigrew directed Voldemort up the stairs and into the twins' room. The door was red and gold, gryffindor colours, and decorated with lions.

"This is it, my Lord, the Potter twins' room"

"Well done wormtail. The prophecy child is one of these, I can feel it. I will enjoy killing these two, but which one should I murder first?"

He looked at them, wondering who would die first, settling on the boy with killing curse green eyes and his father's messy black hair.

"Avada Kedavra"

He watched in satisfaction as the green light traveled towards Harry when all of a sudden, an ethereal white glow surrounded the baby, lifting him up and deflecting the lethal force back after a brief struggle, leaving a red lightning bolt scar upon his forehead while the magical backlash caused a splinter of wood to leave an 's' shape on Iris' cheek, in a grim parody of a snake. The last thing Voldemort saw was a green and white light before his fraction of soul was forcefully ejected, and the spectre fled.

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At the ministry, a whine similar to an old ww2 air raid siren went off, causing two of the guests to rapidly pale in panic. Lily and James Potter sprinted to one of the many fireplaces, grabbed a handful of floo powder and screamed:

"9 Godric's Hollow!"

The scene Lily and James stumbled into was full of chaos. The ceiling had partially collapsed and Iris was crying, while Harry was unconscious. Dumbledore walked into the room and after inspecting both children exclaimed: "I give you Iris Potter, The Girl-Who-Lived." This news caused everyone to crowd around Iris' crib, cooing and praising the child.

Meanwhile, Harry lay in a cot in the corner, unconscious, forgotten. It would stay like that for a while to come.