Disclaimer: All the Characters used in this story (at least until I get creative enough to create my own) belong to J.K. Rowling.

QUICK NOTE : 2nd Chapter coming out very soon!

Prologue

The night was calm as a tall black cloaked figure made his way down Willow Street, in the town of Godric's Hollow. Children and adults out celebrating Halloween instinctually kept there distance from the man, some even crossing to the other side of the street to stay out of his way. Something about him radiated fear and power.

The man finally stopped in front of what to most looked like a small stretch of open land between two houses. In actuality there was an entire property, house and all, centered between these two houses. Only a few people could see this house however as it was under a very advanced type of magic.

The black cloaked man stepped forward onto the protected property and if there had been anyone watching him at that moment, it would have appeared as if he had suddenly disappeared. Instead the man had stepped on to a crisply cut lawn leading up to a small two story home. Through the window of the home a girl of no more then twenty, could be seen lounging on the sofa reading a book. The dim glow of a night-light could be seen coming from one of the upstairs windows.

The black cloaked man wasted no time in advancing on the door. When he was a few feet from it, a long piece of wood seemed to magically appear in his hand. With a lazy flick of his wrist the door was ripped off it's hinges and sent backwards into the house. The girl who had been in the living room rushed out wand drawn only to pale considerably upon encountering the snake like face and glowing red eyes of the man.

"P-Please, D-Don't h-hurt them." The man remained silent, only raising the area of skin where his eyebrows would have been, had he had any. Then with a snort of laughter and another flick of wrist the girl flew backwards into a wall, colliding with a sickly crunch and falling to the floor unconscious.

"Foolish girl." The man said as he stepped over the remains of the door and proceeded upstairs. The man's soul was so mutilated that he didn't even realize that killing the innocent girl did something to it.

Down the hall and to the right he quietly entered the nursery. Inside were two cribs, both decked out in blue and each had an identical Quidditch themed mobile above it. In one crib a small black hair, green eyed boy sat quietly watching the man. In the other a red haired boy slept soundly.

"What do we have here? Two little Potters!" The man said loudly, gaining the attention of the babies.

'Which one of these is the chosen one I wonder', the man thought as he walked towards the nearest baby, Daniel Potter.

He raised his hand over the baby, feeling his aura. Pale red wisps emanated from it.

"Pathetic..." he murmured, clearly disappointed.

He turned to the other baby and did the same, but this time bright gold wisps of light emanated from it. The man's hand burned where it touched him. His eyes widened in pain and surprise.

"Ah so it is you!" the man said examining the baby with more attention.

"Black hair, you must be Harry." The small child smiled at the mention of his name and raising one chubby hand waved at the cloaked man.

" 'lo!" If the man had been capable of such thoughts he might have considered the child cute, unfortunately those thoughts had stopped appearing in his head long ago.

"Well then Harry, I hope you understand that somebody in my position, aiming to conquer the whole world have to be wary of threats, especially people like you who rival my power." The mans voice had gone deathly quiet and had a dark tone. Harry stopped waving and stunned the snake like man by narrowing his eyes and examining him carefully.

"Bad man!"

"Yes Harry I am a very bad man. Too bad I'm short on time, you're mommy and daddy might be home soon and we wouldn't want them to try and stop me now would we?" With that he raised his wand and snarled at the boy as he pointed it at the top of his head. "It's nothing personal, but I'm afraid its goodbye...Avada Kedavra!"

A sickly green light shot out of the wand towards the small child, but at almost the exact same moment a golden bubble enveloped the boy. The green light collided with the bubble and a small sliver of it made it through, the rest however was reflected back at the man.

The small sliver that had breached the bubble hit the boy just above the hairline on his forehead. It knocked the boy unconscious and left a lightening bolt shaped scar where it had struck. Unfortunately it would be several years before anyone, even Harry, discovered the scar hidden under his unruly black hair.

The rest of the green light had been reflected backwards right into the snake faced mans chest. With an ear piercing screech that awoke the boy in the other crib the pale faced man known as Voldemort was shredded to pieces by his own spell. No one was there to see the already unstable soul that left his body as it disintegrated. The mans robes and burnt wand flew away from Harry, falling near his twin brother's crib.

The force of the reflected spell shattered every piece of glass for miles around. The window of the nursery was no exception, and one piece of glass grazed the red haired boy as it flew by him, leaving a long thin cut across his chest. The baby immediately began crying loudly from the pain.

So only seconds after it had started the room was quiet once again, except for the cries of the injured red haired boy.

Lily and James Potter had been attending a meeting of the Order of the Phoenix when the horrible news came. Sirius Black their best friend had stumbled into the meeting room shouting wildly. After several minutes in which he calmed down he looked straight at Lily and James.

"Peter's gone. No signs of a struggle, I think he went willingly." James and Lily paled immediately. Peter had been their secret keeper and if he had gone to Voldemort, their precious twins might be in trouble.

Without a second glance James and Lily were off running as fast as they could towards the edge of the wards so they could apparate home. Following quickly behind them were several Order members including Albus Dumbledore. Not waiting for everyone else Lily and James disappeared the second they exited the wards.

James and Lily reappeared in what looked like a war zone. Muggle police and fire men were all over the place, and it appeared that every window for miles around had been shattered. They forced their way through the crowd until they caught site of the house, the Fidelius Charm must have still been in place because no one was walking in or near their house.

James and Lily rushed towards the house panicking even more when they found front door blown off its hinges. Once they were inside they were met by a dazed and confused Jennifer Spinnet, the girl who had been babysitting for them. When she saw them entering the house her features panicked and she began stuttering and pointing wildly at the door and the stairs.

They ignored her as they continued up the stairs wands drawn running as fast as they could to the nursery. Once they reached the door they found it shut but unlocked. Throwing it open James leapt into the room with Lily right behind him both scanning the room with their wands.

Instead of the evil snaked face man and their dead children as they had expected to find, they were instead met with an empty room. The cribs were still intact and one of them had painful whimpers coming from it. James moved to the crib the noise was coming from and hastily uttered some spells.

It would be wise to note that James was poor at casting healing charms. Therefore even though a fully qualified healer would have healed the babies cut leaving behind no trace that it had ever happened, James left behind a ragged scar stretching across the boys chest.

Lily checked on the other crib to find her oldest son Harry sleeping peacefully, his thumb in his mouth. She breathed a sigh of relief as she moved to check on her son who was awake, only to stumble over a ripped and partially destroyed black cloak. As she kicked the cloak away from her feet a sickly bone white wand that was singed and burnt rolled out of the cloak and onto the floor.

She had of course seen this wand before and shrieked upon discovering Voldemort's wand in her children's nursery. James spun around and upon seeing the wand cursed loudly. He was just preparing to smash it under his heel when Dumbledore followed by several other order members rushed into the room. Dumbledore held up a hand stopping James and carefully picked up the wand.

Holding the tip of Voldemort's wand to his he muttered under his breathe and watched as a paler ghostly version of the sickly green light came out of Voldemort's wand and hovered in front of it. This seemed to mean something to Dumbledore who looked carefully from the sleeping Harry to the still whimpering red haired child. Seeing the ragged scar on his chest Dumbledore's eyes widened and he moved forward taking the boy from his fathers arms.

"Ladies and Gentleman, I give you Daniel Potter. The Boy-Who-Lived!"

And so the magical part of the world celebrated the death of the darkest wizard ever to have walked the world... or so they thought.

Author's Notes:

For those who don't know or haven't noticed, this is a rewrite of the Fanfic "Harry Potter : the Other Child". I have notified the Original Author and am awaiting his official word (I don't think he uses this website anymore, else I would've waited for him to reply before posting). If he doesn't want me doing this, I would gladly delete the story.

The original was awesome but then it was left unfinished back in 2010 and there were some parts that I personally didn't like (Harry being in Ravenclaw, 'Soul Bonding', etc. to name a few) so I wanted to give my own take on the story. I'll try to keep it closer to canon and as for the pairing, its going to still be HPGW.

The starting few chapters are simply going to be copy pasted and I'll just add some stuff in between since I can't think of any other way to improve it, it was already perfect (at least for me). You can start expecting major changes from Chapter 4 or so. The story is going to be rated T for now. Oh and I almost forgot, I would really like some help in writing this story since its been years since I worked on a fic and I think my old Beta Readers are either dead or have forgotten me :P

Peace~