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Harry Potter: Lord of the Dark Side

Chapter 2

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January 1st, 1981

Life for Lily and James after Harry's birth was difficult, to say the least.

The married couple were constantly in and out of the nursery having to care for their young son. Whether it was late night feedings, diaper changes, or just one of them having to sit in a rocking chair to lull their son to sleep, they were constantly busy. However, as soon as Harry would fall asleep and Lily or James would begin to nod off, Harry would immediately wake up crying once more.

Their little bundle of joy was already growing his hair out fairly quickly. It was jet-black, just like James's. However, Lily was able to straighten it out and keep it neat. From his mother, he received those beautiful emerald green eyes, bright and full of an incredible, unimaginable power. They burned like the pure heart of an ever-burning emerald flame. Time had flown-by for the Potter family. On November 11th, Harry had even said his first ever word. However, to James's disappointment, it was "Mama." This surprised both Lily and James. Their son seemed to be rather learned at only the age of four-months-old. It seemed that Harry was proving to be more special than either of them could possibly imagine.

It was now at the beginning of the new year, and James and Lily were already awake rather early at nine in the morning. They both had stayed up with Sirius and Lupin to usher in the new year the night before. James and Sirius had even gotten into a Butterbeer drinking contest with Lupin serving as referee. Needless to say, Sirius won in downing all his pitchers first, but he passed out shortly after, falling down face-first onto the floor.

James and Lily had both awoken to a beautiful view when they looked out the master bedroom's window. They saw a gentle snowfall, the blanket of white covered as far as the eye could see. After they had both thrown bathrobes over their pajamas, they walked downstairs to enter the kitchen to make breakfast. As they entered the living room they were met with the sight of Sirius and Lupin sprawled out on two red sofas. After staying up too late for either of their liking, James had set up the sofas in the living room for his friends to sleep on. They both walked by the two sleeping men quietly so as not to disturb them, and continued on their way.

Lily had offered to cook breakfast while James returned upstairs to retrieve Harry so he could be fed. James returned down the stairs holding his, surprisingly, wide awake son who gave a small smile towards his father, which James returned. As he continued walking the Potter Lord watched as Sirius and Lupin who had apparently caught a whiff of breakfast, immediately up and off the sofas like men possessed. James could only shake his head and chuckle as Sirius and Lupin fumbled with their bathrobes racing to see who would get their food first.

"I can't believe that's all it takes to get you both up in the morning. I've thought that nothing short of an earthquake would ever wake you guys up." James joked as he walked past his fumbling friends and into the kitchen.

Across the table was spread every kind of breakfast food imaginable. There were mountains of toast, eggs, bacon, sausage, pancakes, waffles. Lily had gone above and beyond on putting together the large breakfast for the four adults.

James walked up to Lily and gave her a kiss on the lips and placed Harry down in his highchair and sat down himself with Lily on his left. James started piling food onto both his and Lily's plates as his wife was feeding Harry a bowl of oatmeal. The boy clapped his hands together, happily saying "Mama." as he was fed his favorite oatmeal. Only once their plates were overfilled with stacks of waffles, bacon, and sausage did Sirius and Lupin finally settle down.

The four adults ate in relative silence as James decided to break the ice and initiate a conversation, "So Padfoot, Moony, by chance have either of you heard from Wormtail recently?" he asked, gaining his two friends' attention. Sirius finished eating a few of the waffles and bacon he had in his mouth, washing it down with his orange juice.

"No, actually not." he began in a confused tone. "To tell ya the truth, Prongs. Neither Moony nor I have even had all that much contact with Wormtail. He always backs out on any chance of being around me or both of us. It's actually really starting to sound a bit suspicious if you ask me, almost like he's avoiding us."

It was again after a few more minutes of the four eating in silence that they all heard the Potter Family's Floo Gate open in the fireplace. For a moment, they all thought that it was Pettigrew who had shown up.

They all walked towards the door, however, when they entered the living room, instead of the fat Marauder, all they were met with was the wildly burning emerald flames of the Floo Network. At first the flames burned without anything within, until in the flames appeared the head of Albus Dumbledore.

"Albus!" James gasped, a note of delight and surprise in his voice as a small smile formed on his lips. "What a nice surprise. Is everything all right?" the Marauder asked curiously.

Dumbledore shook his head in the flames very grimly so. "No James, it most certainly is not." the old chess master replied. His words sending slight shivers down their spines. The ominous formal tone in the old man's words also made James frown and raise an eyebrow. Dumbledore took a moment to cough before he continued. "I wonder if you and Lily would kindly step through the Floo to my office, so that we may speak in private? I have some very troubling news, and I believe it would be safer for both you and Lily to be within my office."

"And us." Sirius insisted as he stepped slightly forward, gaining everyone else's attention, his tone edged with determination. "Whatever you have to say to James, you can say to us too, Albus!" the dark-haired Animagus declared.

Dumbledore became fed up with Sirius not listening to how he wanted the situation to go at all. In a game of chess, the pawns were meant to obey orders from their King, and that was him. He was in charge and held all of the cards in his hand. Well, almost all of them, as he still needed the Potter heir for his plans and he wouldn't take no for an answer.

"Sirius-" the old man began before he was cut off by Lily, who had stepped forward towards Sirius, and handed the young boy over to the Grim who had both confusion and surprise upon his features.

"Take Harry upstairs and into the nursery." Lily said, earning a troubled look from Sirius while, to his outrage, Lupin didn't even argue against the point at all.

While he tried not to curse his friend into next month for being so obedient, Sirius looked back to Lily as she walked the short distance back to James's side. She maintained eye contact with the dark-haired man as she opened her mouth once again to speak.

"I don't need his power or emotions getting out of control because of how he might sense that we're somehow unhappy. If that happens, I don't think any good will come out of it if he flares up with a tantrum. Accidental magic's very dangerous, especially his if it flares up. You know how powerful he is Sirius." Lily explained.

"Lily's right, Padfoot." James agreed, although he kept his eyes on Dumbledore rather suspiciously as he added, "Not that it'll matter because, once we've heard it, I'm letting you two know as well. If it's dangerous, then I'm sure that our son's godfather and honorary uncle won't mind swearing Unbreakable Vows of silence, right?"

"No." both Sirius and Lupin replied simultaneously with shaking their heads. They would never betray their brother-in-all-but-blood, especially Sirius. They would both rather accept the cold embrace of death than to betray their fellow Marauder.

The two men looked down to see the happy smiling face of young Harry and couldn't help the small smiles that formed. "Come on, Moony. Let's go and play with the little cub." Sirius suggested as both men turned rapidly on their heels and left the living room, leaving James and Lily alone to speak with the old chess master.

Only once Sirius and Lupin were out of the room with Harry, did James finally heave out a sigh. "Lily and I are on our way, Albus. We'll be there in a few seconds." he remarked as the old man gave a nod through the roaring emerald flames.

"Very well, I will wait for you to step through. The password is Treacle Tart." the elderly Headmaster exclaimed as his head disappeared from the flames. James looked to his left at Lily as she looked to her right, their eyes meeting one another and holding their gaze.

"Are you ready, Lily?" James asked her with a raised eyebrow. Lily let out a small laugh, giving an equally small nod. Her right hand reached out and interlocked itself with her husband's left hand. Wherever he went, she went.

"As ready as I'll ever be, James." she replied. "Let's go."

James reached out his right hand, taking a handful of Floo powder from a small pot on the mantel. He tossed the powder into the hearth as he called out, "Hogwarts, Headmaster's office, Treacle Tart!" The very second the powder landed inside the hearth, the flames blazed up taking on the emerald hue once more, crackling in intense sound.

James and Lily then both inhaled and exhaled a great breath as they stepped through the crackling flames.

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The fireplace in the Headmaster's office came to life as warm orangish-yellow flames changed emerald green and the flames crackled within the hearth. The flames grew higher as James and Lily emerged and stepped out from the fireplace.

They then took out their wands, cast a quick Cleaning Charm on their clothes and the floor to clean the ash up, and placed the wooden objects back in their pockets. James and Lily each took deep breaths as they stood in silence for a second.

It was a dangerous time that they lived in. It was open war, no one and nowhere was safe. Except of course, for Hogwarts, which was graced with the presence of Albus Dumbledore, the only person that Voldemort had ever feared. It was arguably the only place the two of them felt completely safe within.

The Headmaster's office was, without a doubt, one of the most mystical and enchanting rooms that James and Lily had ever seen at the old medieval school. From the well-lit spaces, to the vast array of magical artifacts and trinkets, to the portraits of former Headmasters and Headmistresses, and of course, Fawkes the Phoenix watching the two from his perch.

Their eyes looked forward within the office and landed upon the old man dressed in plum-colored robes with a matching colored slightly pointed hat that sloped backwards. James and Lily walked forward at a slow enough pace, suspiciously wondering why the elderly Headmaster wanted to speak with them. Dumbledore stood from his chair behind his desk as they got closer.

"It is nice that you have gotten here safe with all that is happening in these dangerous times, James my boy." Dumbledore spoke with what was supposedly a warm and caring tone. "Also, you as well, Lily." He held out his hand as James and Lily hesitated for a second before they each shook the old man's hand.

"Please, have a seat the both of you." Dumbledore kindly invited them with a slight tone evident in his voice that James and Lily immediately picked up on. Said tone made the two feel uncomfortable to say the least. The two reinforced their mental barriers with Occlumency as much as possible.

Something about the elderly wizard made the two of them incredibly uncomfortable. With him being well versed in Legilimency, they had to be careful to keep him out of their privacy.

Dumbledore drew his wand from his robes and gave a wave of the black wooden object as he conjured two comfortable cushioned chairs. He placed his wand back within his robes as he gestured his left hand towards the two chairs in front of the Headmaster's desk.

However, James and Lily stood right where they were and gave no indication that they would move unless they chose to. They instead gave the old man long, hard, and calculating stares. Their eyes were like two pairs of twin green streams. Their eyes contained a churning current of thought within them.

After a short minute of the three being silent as if the world was holding its breath, did James finally speak and break the ice. "Me, Lily, Sirius, or Remus?" the young Potter Lord asked his question in as calm of a voice as he could. His hazel eyes seemingly staring into the old wizard's very soul.

"I beg your pardon, my dear boy?" Dumbledore asked as the old man received a small angry glare from both of the Potters present. They clearly weren't in the mood for the old man's riddles, questions, and puzzles. They just wanted a damn answer and reason from the Headmaster.

"You wouldn't be standing around in your work robes, and summon us here if it wasn't important, Albus." James explained, gesturing to Dumbledore's plum-colored Wizengamot robes moving his left arm around his wife's waist and pulling her slightly closer to him, all-the-while keeping his eyes glued solely onto Dumbledore.

He continued to address the old wizard, "After how you surprisingly gave me what I asked for six months ago when I entrusted you with the secret of Harry's birth and power, I know that one of us is in danger from Voldemort's side. So Albus, which one of us needs to be on-guard and watch their back in the coming days? At least until Voldemort is stopped and the war is over."

"Harry." was all that the elderly wizard replied with, earning what was definitely the world's most horrified glare from Lily whose emerald irises bore into Dumbledore with a matching colored flaming bombardment. James on the other hand, fully dropped his calm demeanor and, for the first time since his son's birth, his mature status caught up with him as he narrowed his eyes at the old Headmaster.

"SIT DOWN!" he roared in a commanding tone, pointing at the Headmaster's chair, his tone of voice showed he would brook no argument. His temper was dangerously thinning and he seriously wasn't in the damn mood for games with the old man. He wanted the old man to sit down, shut up, and tell him and Lily just what the hell was going on, and why it involved Harry.

Dumbledore decided to listen to James's request and sit down, only to move things along. Honestly, on the inside he was boiling with anger at James's behavior, tone, and disrespect. After all, he was Albus Dumbledore, the most powerful wizard in the world, the second coming of Merlin, and the only wizard Lord Voldemort ever feared. He was the genius who laid-out all plans and would use and manipulate anyone to win. All for the Greater Good.

As the old wizard obliged to his command and sat down, James sat down on one of the chairs while Lily instead chose to stand behind her husband, she placed her right hand upon his right shoulder in a calming gesture. James clasped his hands, placed them in his lap, looked Dumbledore in the eye, and said, "Now, start talking."

Dumbledore cleared his throat, lifted his elbows onto the wooden desk, and locked his fingers together. "Well, as you both know, I have been trying to find a suitable replacement for the Divination Professor after Professor Cathica left our employ last year and, after so many failed applicants and false leads, I had half-a-mind to scrap the lesson altogether. However, a week ago, I received a recommendation from none other than Cassandra Trelawney herself."

"The Seer?" Lily asked, her tone full of curiosity as she earned a slow nod from Dumbledore as the old man continued on.

"She recommended her great-great-granddaughter Sybill for the position, accompanying a letter and memories showing her expertise with the art."

"Hold up." James argued from his seat, holding up his left hand in an open fashion as he asked, "Cassandra Trelawney did this for her great-great-granddaughter? Albus, you must be lying, that would mean that she would have to be nearly two-hundred-years-old to even still be alive. That's older than you."

"That is correct, my boy." Dumbledore merely responded, continuing the story to maintain control, "And I had my doubts too. Which is why I checked the signature and the magical trace on the memory myself and, impossible as it may seem, the memory and the letter both came from the hand of Cassandra, whom, for the record, is actually one-hundred and eighty-four-years-old this winter."

"Good Lord." Lily let out a small gasp as she asked, "How can someone with her gifts live so long? I know you have yours partially because of your possession of the Elder Wand, and people like the Flamels have the Elixir of Life, but how...?"

"I have no idea, Lily." Dumbledore answered before he added, "However she did it, the fact remains that she has done it. But the reason I have requested your presence, is because of what happened when the interview was given. It was a cloudy and rainy day in late May of last year, when I met with her great-great-granddaughter in my brother's inn, the Hog's Head Inn. I thought it was better suited than Hogwarts, just in case anyone might be out to use Trelawney's gifts."

"And?" James began, gesturing his right hand for the old man to stop wasting time and get on with it already. He followed up by asking, "What did she say already, Albus? And what does it have to do with our son?" The black-haired Potter Lord was really getting fed up with Dumbledore at that moment. Did everything coming from the old man have to be a pain-in-the-ass riddle?

"Well, that is the thing." the elderly wizard admitted, locking his fingers further together. His supposedly brilliant mind set about picking his words carefully to ensnare the young couple. They would understand that what had to be done, needed to be done. "At first, she seemed to be just another failed-applicant-to-be. She talked about Cassandra, and how she had the Sight and graduated at the top of her class. But every time that I asked her to prove herself true, she quickly changed the subject or took a drink from the glasses that were provided for us. Then, just as I said farewell with the intention to investigate her claim, Sybill...she gave a prophecy!"

"After all that time?" Lily asked, suspicion evident in her tone. She earned a nod from the old man while James lifted his left hand and placed it firmly atop Lily's that was still currently on his shoulder, soothing her worries as best he could while he also frowned as his wife asked, "How do you know that she wasn't faking it?"

The old Headmaster was getting fed up with all the annoying questions. All he wanted was their son. He had to serve his purpose as the old wizard's weapon and pawn against Voldemort to destroy him. And if he died, then it was a small price to pay...for the Greater Good. However, none of that could happen if the Potters in front of him didn't hand Harry over.

"All the signs were there." Dumbledore said, earning a deep frown from James while Lily suddenly gripped her husband's shoulder tightly. Neither of the Potters liked what was going on. The environment went from being almost like a safe-haven, to a nightmare. It sent a cold breeze of fear coursing through their bodies as the elderly Headmaster went on, "Glazed eyes, faraway voice, sweaty pallor, and the air of mystical energy that clung to her words."

"And what did she say?" James asked, his tone hardening with an element of blazing fire that even Lily couldn't remember hearing. His tone was truly dangerous as he glared at the old wizard who was beginning to anger him. His blood boiled in his veins like hot, molten lava. His rage was beginning to rapidly spread through his whole body as he said, "What did she say, Albus?! This is my and Lily's son we're talking about, so whatever you might think, I want you to tell me everything she said...word...for...word!"

"As you wish then." Dumbledore merely replied with. The old man inhaled a great, deep breath of air quickly expelling it, and, in a soft, eerie voice, he began to recite the words;

"The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches...Born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies...And the Dark Lord will mark him as his equal, but he will have power the Dark Lord knows not...And either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survives...The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord will be born as the seventh month dies..."

For the briefest of moments, a cold chill blew through the Headmaster's office as Lily's hand trembled against her husband's shoulder, earning another pat from James. Whatever discomfort the couple felt within the office of the old medieval school was magnified incredibly, a thousandfold. The words that were spoken resonated within their minds.

As for James, however, his face was like stone as he looked away from Dumbledore sitting behind his desk, towards the flickering orangish-yellow flames in the fireplace. How they danced from one direction to the next. They crackled loudly as smoke escaped from the logs within. His left elbow placed upon his thigh, while his chin rested upon his clenched fist. His mind in deep thought.

Finally, after what seemed like forever, James looked back at the elderly wizard. At first he thought the old man was a reliable person, somebody who was responsible and trustworthy. Somebody he saw as an almost second father figure. Somebody, if times ever got bad, he could always count on and trust within a heartbeat itself. But now, he didn't seem like that person at all. It seemed his eyes had been opened and so were Lily's. They now started seeing that the old man truly never regretted using any of those around him, just for what he perceived was for the Greater Good.

He let out a small sigh. "Did anyone else hear this prophecy? Even accidentally?" he asked, staring down the old man. His eyes hardened dangerously behind his full-moon glasses, as if begging Dumbledore to lie to him.

"I do not think so." the old wizard replied, earning an irritated frown from James. Truth-be-told, the Headmaster was lying straight through his very teeth. He knew that Snape had heard the first half of the prophecy and had returned to Voldemort to tell him of it. But the old man instead chose to lie to James and Lily. It was best that they didn't know. His plan wouldn't be derailed by the young couple's interference. He needed his spy within Voldemort's inner circle.

"I checked the whole place and ensured that no one could get in or out while I was meeting with Sybill. Afterwards, I helped her out and checked the area for evidence of eavesdroppers. But, I am relieved to admit that I found no evidence of anyone having been there." the Headmaster continued with his lie.

Lily meanwhile, was shaking erratically. Her hand upon James's shoulder was shaking with no clear sign of stopping. Her husband though soothed at least some of her nerves as he rubbed his hand gently over hers. After taking a moment to swallow a nervous lump in her throat, did Lily finally speak.

"And...and...d-d-do you r-r-really think it...this prophecy, re-refers to...to our baby?" she asked, tears beginning to well up in her eyes and flow down along her cheeks. Her eyes became puffy and bloodshot at that moment. Dumbledore met her gaze, and only nodded. His expression seemed blank just as he was internally. He perceived it as Harry having to be used for the prophecy to work and for Voldemort to be eliminated permanently.

"Harry was born as the seventh month, the month of July, died." the elderly wizard explained, his voice laced with supposed sorrow, but internally, he didn't care at all. He didn't see any need to give Harry a happy life. After all, he would die before he ever reached an age of older than four anyway.

Dumbledore lightly coughed and continued. "Given the evidence of the specific details of the prophecy, I have it narrowed down to you or the Longbottoms as the ones mentioned. Although, given Harry's incredible magical power, his feats from within the womb, and the fact that House Potter has defied Voldemort three times before now, and Harry's unique status...I do hate to say it, my friends, truly I do, but-"

Dumbledore was then cut off by James, whose temper had just about reached an all-time boiling point at the moment. He was tired now of the riddles and puzzles from the old geezer sitting before him and his wife.

"Our son is...what? Out with it already." James hissed dangerously and venomously through his teeth. His fiery Gryffindor temper was finally being unleashed. Like a sleeping dragon being awoken by an idiotic knight. "He's what?...A chosen hero?"

He earned a slow nod from the aged wizard as he felt like a volcano ready to erupt. His breathing had become hitched and his hands clenched shut, his knuckles turning alarmingly white. The old man had just made a grave mistake. He had just pissed off James Potter, and everybody from Hogwarts during his year would all agree on one thing. Piss off James, you better run, hide, and start praying to whoever you believed in that he wouldn't find you.

It was then that Lily completely broke down. Her eyes were like a raging waterfall. Her cheeks becoming red as could be from all the hot tears that slid down upon them. Her cries rang throughout the office, echoing off the walls.

"NO! No, not my baby! He can't have him! No, James tell him! It's not Harry! It's talking about someone else!" Her world was crumbling around her. She didn't know which way to turn. The old man...had just said her son was Voldemort's main target. That couldn't be right, Harry was just a baby. 'Why would anyone want to hurt my son? He hasn't hurt anyone! How could anyone target a baby?' Lily thought as she trembled. She feared for her son's life.

"Come here Lily, it's gonna be okay." James said getting his wife's attention as he gently pulled her by the arm to have Lily sit sideways on his lap, her right arm looped around his back. He gave the top of his wife's head a small, soft kiss as he tried to soothe her.

His eyes were soft for the moment as they made contact with Lily's, but the second he looked back at the aged man behind the desk, they flared up to be furnaces of burning hazel. "So what does that mean, Albus? Is he supposed to be the Light's great champion, and the one that stands between the Wizarding World and the darkness beyond it? Is that what you're saying?" he asked, anger laced in his every word.

The old man gave another nod. "It is." he replied, trying to keep as much information that was left to himself. After all, him lying to them was for the Greater Good.

That was it, that was seriously it. That was the straw that finally broke, no, snapped the camel's back. James couldn't stop anymore of the adrenaline and anger from coursing through his veins. Lily got the idea that her husband wanted to stand from his seat, so she stood up first followed by James a second later.

The Potter Lord waited until Lily had first stood up before he rocketed upright from his seat. His fists, clenched and shaking, were a clear indication that James was fully pissed off now.

James turned completely cold at heart for the aged Headmaster at that moment as he finally snapped, loosening all his rage from within. "Bull-fucking-shit old man! Nothing but absolute bullshit coming from you!" James yelled.

Dumbledore's eyes widened as he was taken aback at the younger man's vitriol, while, at the same time, James slammed his fists on the desk, leaning over it and putting himself inches from the elderly man's face.

"You spend all that time trying to get her to prove her claim and then, right when you feel that you're going to have to turn her down, she comes out with this prophecy claiming Voldemort's fall and that it's our son, whose birth was announced practically on the front page of the Prophet, who will be this 'chosen hero'?"

Shaking his head aggressively, James could only let out a growl as he stood back to his full height and backed away from the desk. "No, Albus! I refuse to let that bitch get her reward. Least of all at the cost of having to hide my son away, instead of giving him the life where he's safe, strong, and loved by all. But no more than Lily and I."

"James please, you must listen to me." the old man responded. His voice edged by a supposed calm note of advisory as he attempted to use his normal aura of grandfatherly wisdom to manipulate the situation to his liking. After all, he was a master of using everybody when the need called for it.

"You said it yourself, my boy. Harry is incredibly powerful, and destined for greatness. He has to be allowed to carry out the prophecy that pertains to him. If there was some way that I overlooked the security of the meeting...If Voldemort should, somehow, get wind of this prophecy's existence and Harry's role in it, then...I fear to know whatever consequences come about from it. But, if you were to give me Harry to care for, I would make sure he is looked af-"

"DON'T YOU DARE FINISH THAT STATEMENT!" James spat venomously, flecks of spittle flying off from his lips. His eyes flickering like sparks of hazel lightning during a powerful, destructive thunderstorm. "You have no right to dictate a world of what if's to me, Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore! I'm not some student anymore. I'm the Lord, Patriarch, and Head of this family, and I'm telling you this. Get yourself back to that fraud and make her prove herself true in some other way. But not at the cost of my son; not at the cost of any of my family!"

The aged wizard decided to argue his point across. Stupidly putting his own foot in his mouth. "James, it must be done. If Voldemort knows about Harry and the prophecy, the boy must be kept safe. I will take care of him, as I am the only wizard that Voldemort has ever truly feared. You must allow this to happen, James. After all, it is for-"

Dumbledore was interrupted as James, enraged even more so, accusingly pointed his right index finger at the old wizard. "If you utter the words 'Greater Good'." James spat with his wand now in his left hand at the ready. "I swear to God on my soul, I'll curse your sorry ass into oblivion...as slowly...as...possible..." he lifted his wand to point at the Headmaster for emphasis, backing up his threat.

"I'm warning you, old man. Don't bother coming back to Potter Manor until you have proof of her truth. And if you still can't prove it, but believe that my son's meant to be some pawn in the game of the Greater Good you so nobly believe in, then, as Lord Potter, I declare that you're officially banned from ever setting foot anywhere on any of my family's properties. Only after the end of the Potter line, will the ban finally be lifted. Long after both of us are long dead, old man."

Dumbledore was absolutely boiling inside. This wasn't how everything was supposed to go. His brilliant, elegant plan was now reduced to nothing. He needed to use Harry to further his own plans. He needed the boy to kill Voldemort and save the Wizarding World from one of the darkest and most powerful wizards in recent history. But now, James and Lily had ruined everything. He needed to get a hold of the child and place him underneath his supposed 'guidance' and use him until he could complete the prophecy by stopping Voldemort and his followers.

"Come on Lily, we're going home." James spoke, getting his wife's attention. She looped her right arm through James's left and the two turned around, heading for the fireplace. James looked over his shoulder at the old man, his eyelids narrowing into dangerous slits. "Goodbye forever, Albus." With that they disappeared through the Floo Gate.

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After James and Lily returned back to Potter Manor James collapsed on top of one of the red sofas. He held his face in his hands as he sat in silence, trying to figure out just what the hell was going to happen. The old man they thought was their friend was just an egotistical, arrogant, and manipulative chess master. They were in a situation that the Muggles referred to as, "Stuck between a rock and a hard place."

"What are we going to do, Lily? Albus was never looking out for us. He was just using us like pawns in his sick scheme. Now we're not even safe here at the estate. What're we gonna do?" the young man asked with fear now present in his voice. He needed to protect his family from that psychopathic murderer, but he just didn't know how.

Lily sat on the sofa beside her husband and rubbed his back gently. She couldn't stand to see her husband like this. All throughout their marriage and Harry's birth, James always tried his hardest to be the best that he could be. The Potter Lady's thoughts turned to her young son. Her heart now hurt with the knowledge that her baby was the target of Voldemort and was destined by prophecy to destroy the maniac.

It was then that a thought crossed her mind! A brilliant thought.

"Well." she began, earning her husband's attention. "What about our old hideaway cottage in Godric's Hollow? I even heard about a special spell known as the Fidelius Charm that could help." she suggested.

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October 31st, 1981

Nine months.

That was how long had passed since the fated day where Lily and James learned the supposedly ill-fate that would befall their only son.

They had lived within the small Potter family cottage for the last nine months, hiding and holding their breath. Those were honestly the only two things that they could do. It was a somber mood that filled the cottage. The knowledge that a powerful, crazy lunatic was hunting their son made the Wizarding World much darker. Lily and James had decided on the day they left Potter Manor that they would abandon the war. All thoughts were now on their son, Harry.

After countless months of studying up on the Fidelius Charm, Lily decided it was time for them to perform it and name someone they trusted as their Secret-Keeper.

James had immediately decided that it would be Sirius who would keep their secret for them. He trusted the Grim Animagus more than life itself. He knew that Sirius would rather die than give up their location. Although, not before spitting in Voldemort's face as he laughed at the lunatic telling him that he should kill him, unless he wanted to be annoyed with Sirius's never-ending talking.

However, James and Lily were surprised when Sirius suggested to the two of them to name Peter Pettigrew as their Secret-Keeper while Sirius served as a decoy. After a long conversation between James and Sirius, the former finally gave in, and Pettigrew was named as their Secret-Keeper over two weeks ago.

Before the couple had known what hit them, time flew by until it was the end of October. It was October 31st to be exact, it was Halloween. All around Great Britain everyone, whether Muggle or Wizardkind, partook in the annual anniversary of this long remembered holiday. Children dressed in costumes visited doorsteps of houses, announced their presence with the all-too-familiar saying of "Trick or Treat.", and were rewarded with bags upon bags full of candy and other sugary goodies.

It was late evening at 5:00 P.M. James and Lily could only hear it now as, in a few hours, children would be walking up and down the streets Trick-or-Treating.

The Potter Lord and Lady sat on the red sofa in silence in the small living room. James was reading the Daily Prophet as he tried to see what was going on during the war between the two factions. Lily on the other hand was knitting a small sweater in Gryffindor colors of red and gold for Harry. The chilling autumn air was dreadful to say the least, and she wanted to make sure that Harry would be warm in the cold weather.

Both were now relaxing as the couple had put Harry down for a nap after he had been fed at lunch. However, the both of them were almost scared out of their wits and let out a gasp when what could only be described as a flash of golden fire lit up the space on the carpeted floor in front of the two. Harry was there, his eyes full of wonderment and joy as he held his small hands out to his parents.

"Mama! Dada!" cried Harry, earning a gasp from his parents. Lily and James were completely floored as they witnessed their son effortlessly teleport into the room by some kind of flaming teleportation. Said teleportation was also completely silent, as the only way they knew of the act was the flash from the bright golden fire. The Potter Lord scooped his son up into his arms. He had a smile upon his features that gave a clear sign of his excitement as he looked at Lily while holding their son.

"I'm his first male word!" James cried aloud with happiness clear in his voice. He happily placed a kiss on his son's forehead as he laughed. "Suck on that, Padfoot!" The black-haired young man called out to Sirius, although the Grim wasn't present.

Lily couldn't help but give a small laugh as well. Honestly, James could act really immature at times. But, that was the consequence of marrying a Marauder. It was still there underneath, the heart of a prankster. Once a Marauder, always a Marauder.

However, little did the Potter family truly know how much danger they were in now. And not only were James and Lily in danger. But so was Harry. Tonight would be a night to remember and would cement itself as a place in history.

Emperor's throne room, Imperial Palace, Federal District, Imperial City, Imperial Center, Coruscant system, Galactic Core, Known Galaxy

14 years Before the Battle of Yavin, 5 years after the Rise of the New Order

The blackness of night had fallen across Imperial Center, and doused it in what would surely have been utter and total darkness, were it not for the countless streams of light. Born of the endless traffic, airspeeders, and millions of starships coming and going across the Capital. Or, the lights that streamed from the countless spires and buildings that shone out, alerting all to the lives that remained active within them.

The darkness seemed to almost blanket out a tall rising structure that seemed to be of ancient architecture compared to the advanced, revolutionary buildings around it. Atop it stood five tall spires that reached high to the heavens above. The building had once been the Jedi Temple, home of the Sith's ancient enemy. But now, now it was the seat of indomitable power.

It was the Imperial Palace, home of the Galactic Emperor himself.

Alone upon his high throne, sat Darth Sidious, Dark Lord of the Sith. His midnight black hooded robe blanketed him from sight and he seamlessly blended in with the surrounding darkness. He sat motionless with his head inclined down towards his chest. His pale, wrinkled, and bony fingers lay draped along the armrests. His eyes were closed and he was breathing shallowly, as he sat in deep meditation.

His presence in the Force reached out, casting a long shadow over the Galaxy. He let the Dark Side course through his very veins. Let it give him power. Why should any being limit oneself? When they could simply break and cast off the chains that bind them. And instead revel in the gifts that the power of darkness could bestow upon them. Pure, unlimited power. Power to make oneself the most powerful being to ever exist.

Sidious looked beyond the Galactic Capital with his Force senses. He stayed on-guard for any signs of disturbances that could course through the Force. Ever since that day a year ago, when he had felt that presence in the Force, he had stayed on-guard just in case. It was like a monstrous tsunami of pure, radiant Force energy. But on that day, he had failed to locate it. And failure tasted bitter and sour to him.

But now, he was ready. He had been on-guard ever since that day. He always had his senses sharp and attuned. Because the very moment that anomaly made itself known again, Sidious would be ready. He would finally get what was deserved of him. He would finally get his prize all to himself.

He remained sitting upon his throne unfazed, alone within his throne room with nothing but the Force and his thoughts to keep him company. However, something happened that broke the Dark Lord of the Sith's concentration. His eyes suddenly snapped open and the Emperor inhaled a breath of air with a great hiss that echoed within his dark, shadowed throne room. He heard the same shrill sound that coursed through the Force, screaming aloud with great power behind it. The ripple reemerged as the beacon of energy spread outward, almost bathing Imperial Center with its pure power.

His bright golden eyes turned upwards to the open skyline of his palace and scanned the sea of glimmering white stars, visible even then through the thick fog of lights from Imperial Center's restlessness. The sickly golden color that glowed bright from his eyes pierced through the skies of the city-planet into the Galaxy. He felt the power in the Force and, surprisingly, it seemed like the Force anomaly was calling out to him in all its churning power. This time he was ready for it. This time he wouldn't fail.

His senses were now directed towards it. If it was calling out to him, then the Sith Lord would respond back. His senses were now being led by the Force from the Galactic Capital, far beyond into the endless reaches of space. Out from him the Force ebbed, grew, retracted, and thrust out. With no concentration and with equally no effort, he reached out further with the Force and cast it off from himself through the fog of Imperial Center, into the void of the Galaxy. He reached out and pushed beyond the septillions of life-forms as he searched for the anomaly's presence through the Force. He looked out further and further, without straining himself in the process so that he could find it among the maze of the stars and planets of the Galaxy. It was then at that moment that he finally honed in and found its origin!

'Ah, there you are, my friend. At long last, I've found you. Yes, I've finally found you. My soon-to-be apprentice. You'll be mine now.' thought Sidious as his eyes burned further in their bright golden glow, like twin golden suns of power and hate. His lips turned upwards, taking on a devious, cheshire grin of pure evil, his yellow almost rotten teeth standing out among the darkness.

The Dark Lord's grin lingered for only a moment before vanishing. He paused, giving a low hum as his head turned back downwards and faced across the throne room to the far entrance. He twisted his bony right index finger and pressed down on a key along the armrest. The elevated throne swiveled and he was turned away from the entrance to face a great series of panes that showed distant, restless Imperial Center in constant flux. He then pressed another key along the throne and waited as the monotonous beep of a Holo-transmission sounded out.

In coordination with the movement of his fingers along the cool metal of the armrest making the call out, the panes of glass all began dimming as silent shutters closed. The room dimmed and darkened, allowing Sidious clear view of any coming hologram with no abstracting light. He needed only wait a moment longer, as the last shutters dimmed casting a shadow over his obstructed face like a black maw engulfing its prey. A hologram burst to life from a Holo-projector mounted on the ceiling. The blue streams of light extended down, turning and rippling through the air and the empty space instantly assembled to create the intricate blue three-dimensional holographic image of a young man standing before him, seemingly floating in midair. He was dressed in a grayish-green Imperial officer's uniform with almost knee-high black leather boots, black leather gloves, and a matching grayish-green officer's cap on his head.

"Yes, what is it? I'm not in the kark-" The officer immediately cut himself off after he saw whom he was speaking to. The officer's eyes widened, threatening to almost fall out of his head. He swallowed a nervous lump in his throat. He was dead. "Y-Your Majesty, a-a-a thousand apologies. I-I mean, please forgive my rudeness. I didn't know it was you whom I was-" The unnamed officer was cut off from apologizing further as Sidious lifted his left hand in an open fashion. The officer immediately was silent.

"I haven't the time nor the desire for pleasantries, Lieutenant." began Sidious, referring to the officer by his rank as was visibly displayed by the four-squared rank insignia plaque he wore over his heart. It had two red squares above two blue squares. "I have some important business that requires my attention. I'd like you to inform Captain Seyl to prepare my shuttle for immediate departure." ordered the Emperor, his tone of voice caused the young Lieutenant to shake slightly.

"Yes Your Majesty, it shall be done. I'll inform him immediately. May I ask what this pertains to then?" Big mistake. The Lieutenant didn't know how much of a big mistake he had made. The young man felt a small tightness around his throat. Like a hand had begun clenching around his throat, crushing his windpipe.

"Let me be very clear, Lieutenant." began Sidious, choking the young officer without having to raise a finger. His voice like a chilling cold breeze, freezing the officer's spine to the marrow. "As your Emperor, I don't have to relay any information to you, unless I find it at all necessary. And your service in my military is to follow my orders without question. Do I make myself clear, Lieutenant?"

The Lieutenant began nodding frantically. His hands grasped around his throat as he tried to remove the invisible hand that was strangling him. His head was becoming light like he was on a cloud in the sky. He fought to remain conscious as his lungs were denied precious oxygen. "Y-Y-Yes...Y-Your...Ma-Majesty..." choked out the officer as best he could.

Seeing that the younger man had been snapped back into line, Sidious decided to put his Force Choke to an end. As soon as he released his grip on the young officer he began coughing erratically. The Lieutenant's chest raised and lowered itself as he inhaled large intakes of air at a time. The young man looked at his Emperor, caught sight of his bright golden eyes, and internally swore that it was like he had just looked into the very eyes of Death itself.

"Y-Yes, Your Majesty. I'll inform Captain Seyl immediately so he can prepare for your departure." replied the young man, rather shaken by the experience a few seconds prior. He gave a deep respectful bow at the waist as Sidious twisted a thin but evident smirk along his wrinkled, disfigured features. "If you'll please excuse me, Your Majesty."

"Excellent, Lieutenant. Yes, very excellent indeed." said Sidious giving a deep nod of his hooded-head and a faint chuckle. The officer stood back to his full height as the Holo-projector dimmed and the officer disappeared. Sidious was now left alone within his dark, silent throne room.

He began to ponder to himself where the origin of the Force anomaly was. It had to have been somewhere in uncharted space within the Unknown Regions, that would have to be the most probable answer. And it would make sense that it was an uncharted planet, otherwise his Empire's forces would be able to find it. But the only question was...where was this planet?

The Dark Lord pressed his left index finger down upon a key on the left armrest. A second later the Holo-projector on the ceiling yet again activated. The blue streams of light extended down and instantly assembled to create an intricate three-dimensional holographic image of the Known Galaxy and the sectors and quadrants of the neighboring Unknown Regions that had so far been mapped out on the Star Chart before him.

He typed upon more of the command keys and waited in silence. The Force called to him, aiding in guiding his actions of which commands to enter into the Star Chart database. He followed the direct instructions that the Force was relaying to him. It was then that it mapped out a sector of space that was unknown to the Emperor. All that was displayed was an empty black void devoid of any stars or celestial bodies. No information had been gathered about this uncharted sector.

Sidious narrowed his eyelids with his bright golden eyes casting a sickly glare. 'Ah, so that's where you've been hiding. It matters not. Soon you'll be my apprentice, whether willingly...or not.' thought Sidious with his eyes not leaving the Star Chart for but a minute.

He pressed a key on the right armrest and burned the coordinates and necessary data onto a Holo-disk. He pressed yet another key upon his throne as a slight whirring sound emitted and the armrest slid away. It revealed a hidden compartment that housed a terminal slot. Said terminal slot ejected the required gold-colored Holo-disk.

Sidious took hold of the disk between the aged thumb, index, and middle fingers of his right hand and placed the disk within the left sleeve of his robe as the armrest covered the terminal once more. He pressed one final key and deactivated the Star Chart and overhead Holo-projector as the throne swiveled around back towards the throne room's entrance. He rose from his throne, his supposed weak and frail, yet powerful body walked in a graceful stride towards the metallic door of his throne room. Sensing the Galactic Emperor, the door slid open with a hiss as Sidious walked out through the doorway into one of the many hallways of the Imperial Palace.

As soon as he exited he merely glanced over his shoulder towards the four red-robed guards that were stationed outside of the doorway. "Come along, I have an important affair to take part in, and I haven't the patience to wait. We're leaving now." he ordered in a dangerous tone.

The guards merely responded in silence with small nods of their helmeted heads. It wouldn't do them any good to upset their Emperor. They all quickly followed their ruler down the hallway towards Sidious' personal shuttle that awaited in the hangar.

It wasn't long at all before Sidious' personal Lambda-class shuttle broke through the upper atmosphere of Imperial Center and flew up into the cold, black, and silent void of space. The only differentiation between the Emperor's shuttle and the standard model, was that the former was marked by a gray vertical stripe on its nose. Sidious sat within his seat waiting rather impatiently for Captain Zalev Seyl and his co-pilot Lieutenant Julaen Gresk to run final in-flight preparations.

The Dark Lord of the Sith's patience had almost worn entirely thin were it not for Zalev looking over his right shoulder at the dark-robed figure. The Imperial pilot gulped down a nervous lump and pulled on his collar as his navy eyes made contact with Sidious' burning golden ones.

"Your Majesty." he began, trying to keep his voice from quivering in fear before his superior. "All final in-flight preparations are complete. We'll be engaging lightspeed travel immediately." he reported as he could barely keep himself from trembling.

Sidious reached into the left sleeve of his black hooded robe and retrieved the Holo-disk that had the coordinates for the Force anomaly's location. Sidious telekinetically levitated the Holo-disk towards Zalev. The young pilot caught the disk as it dropped gently into his black-gloved right hand.

"Be careful with that disk, Captain. It holds more worth than your entire existence. I wouldn't like something bad to happen to you before we reach our destination." remarked Sidious with a cool, evil tone in his voice. A small smirk even slipped upon his lips at sensing the man's fear and unease.

Zalev merely looked to his right and saw Julaen's face also consumed with fear. Both men took one last glance over the screens and displays of the shuttle's forward control panel. They silently prayed that not a single error would occur, otherwise, they would both be dead.

Zalev inserted the Holo-disk into a slot beneath a computer display screen. He pressed an orange-colored button as the screen displayed binary data in green-colored Aurebesh. He waited as the coordinates from the Holo-disk were entered into the Navi-computer.

Zalev then spoke up while looking forward rather than risking a second death glance from those twin golden suns. "Your Majesty, coordinates have been successfully transferred into the Navi-computer. We're ready to make the jump into hyperspace. Please prepare for lightspeed." announced Zalev as he reached forward for the hyperdrive throttle.

Upon pulling said throttle back the stars suddenly stretched past the cockpit as the shuttle roared into hyperspace. The Lambda-class shuttle accelerated through the familiar blue-shaded cylindrical hyperspace tunnel at massively faster-than-light speed. Zalev and Julaen sat in wait as they had set their controls to auto-pilot. Sidious then piqued up with impatient curiosity.

"Captain Seyl, how long until we reach the sector of space that was imprinted on that Holo-disk? I'd very much like to receive an estimation of time before we arrive." inquired Sidious as he could sense the tension growing within the Imperial pilot and his younger co-pilot. The tension was so thick within the air of the shuttle that the only thing that could have cut it was a Lightsaber.

Zalev gave a small gulp as sweat began to form upon his forehead and on the back of his neck. He quickly moved his shaking black-gloved hands upon the terminal keyboard before him. With sweaty palms within his gloves, slight shaky breath, and paling skin, Zalev revved himself up and set to work immediately or else face his Emperor's wrath. His shaking fingers flew over the keys of his keyboard. His fingers pressed and clacked loudly and quickly upon the small keys as endless amounts of code in green-colored Aurebesh scrolled and flashed upon the display screen. His eyes scanned across the screen as he read the calculations of the Navi-computer.

Zalev gave another nervous gulp as the back of his neck sweat even further. His Emperor wouldn't like the news, he just wouldn't. Both he and Julaen would be dead after the onslaught of the Emperor's pure wrath.

"ETA is approximately five hours, Your Majesty." the tone of Zalev's voice upon his report easily spoke his fear of his superior's displeasure upon receiving said news. The young pilot sucked in an intake of air and held it in there for the inevitable. He would die on this day and no one, not his family, nor his friends, or colleagues would know of his demise. The same thing was most likely true for Julaen as he looked out of the corner of his eye towards his partner as the younger man looked like he would die at that very moment.

Both of the men heard nothing but the humming of the shuttle's engines and waited for the Emperor to unleash his wrath. They knew what happened to those who failed him...and it wasn't good. They were never seen again.

In Sidious' mind the elderly Sith pondered Captain Seyl's report. It was understandable that it would take as long for the shuttle to reach its destination as much of the Unknown Regions still remained uncharted upon Star Charts. He would like to do nothing more than take out his rage upon the two men within the cockpit after learning of the delay to acquire the Force presence. But he relieved himself of the rage boiling within his veins. The Sith had relied on patience to achieve their victories, and for now so shall he.

"It's...acceptable then, Captain Seyl." began Sidious, his cool voice speaking out among the silence within the shuttle. He felt through the Force the calmness that spread over Zalev and Julaen and would allow them to enjoy their luck, for now. "I wish for you to inform me upon our arrival at our destination. I'll indulge myself in some much-needed rest."

Zalev looked back over his shoulder at his ruler, navy eyes once more staring upon bright golden furnaces as he held in a breath. He quickly gave a nervous nod as sweat streaked down the side of his face. He wasn't out of the asteroid belt yet, actually, he wasn't out of it at all. "Very well, Your Majesty. As you wish." he merely replied with before turning back to stare forward at the rippling, streaking blue tunnel of hyperspace.

Sidious meanwhile closed his aged eyes as he entered a state of meditation. He thrust out the darkness within him and let the black evil taint connect him to the Force. He felt the burning, searing sensation that flowed within his very being. The rage, hatred, malice, and power were of a great treat that the Dark Side indulged in. It fed upon his raw, dark, and negative emotions as it gave to him in return a nexus of dark Force energy. He was like a dark cavernous pool, filled to the brim with dark, tainted flowing water.

He was finally close, so very close to finally getting what was at first denied of him, but was so very deserved of him. He would finally be gifted a new prized apprentice. A new student powerful in the Force and one who would crave knowledge to both better its power and itself. Yes it would never be anywhere as powerful as Vader or any of his bloodline, of which Sidious was slightly disappointed about. But it was still valuable, nonetheless.

Now, all he had to do now at the moment, was wait. It would soon be his.

Potter cottage, Godric's Hollow, West Country, England, Great Britain, Wizarding World, Earth, Sol system, Terran sector, Milky Way Galaxy, Unknown Regions

October 31st, 1981

Night had befallen Godric's Hollow. There was nothing about the starry sky that hung over the landscape to suggest that anything strange or unusual was about to happen, much less that tragedy or opportunity was about to rear its head on the occupants of a particular cottage.

Within the cottage, James and Lily sat on the sofa within the living room. James was polishing his eleven-inch-long light brown Mahogany wand while Lily was holding Harry within her arms. Lily was placing Harry in his pajamas that consisted of a powder blue shirt with navy blue stripes across the chest, navy collar, and navy squares on the shoulders. He also had matching colored pants and white socks.

Lily remembered back to when she was younger and would partake in Trick-or-Treating as she finished dressing her son in his pajamas. Obviously, Harry was too young to take part in the annual tradition and had to stay home within the Potter cottage. She smiled as her son gave a small cute sneeze, forcing him to close his eyes instinctively.

"God bless you, my little Harry." she whispered as she pulled her son close and gave him a big kiss upon his forehead. Harry happily clapped his hands as he loved his mother's kisses.

James had just finished polishing his wand as he placed the cloth down upon the sofa and inspected the light brown wooden object before him. He gave it a wave as he lightly spoke the incantation, "Expecto Patronum." and cast his Patronus as immediately a silvery-white and light blue spiritual-like magical light manifested in the form of a stag and sprang about the living room. Harry watched as the stag ran about the room and clapped his small hands in joy. The stag soon disappeared from sight a second later.

James let a smirk grace his lips at how astounded his son was by the advanced magic of the Patronus Charm. Soon, in time, his son would be learning all about magic and how to cast spells and charms. Given his immense power, compared to his father's, James had no shadow of a doubt that his son would excel in the studies of magic and become the most powerful wizard ever.

James reached over the right side of the sofa and picked up a book from the small wicker basket beside the sofa. He opened the book titled "The Wizard of Oz" and began to read the old novel. He had heard from his wife that it was both a popular book and film in the Muggle World, and had suggested that he read it.

'Oh well.' James thought to himself, getting comfortable. 'No time like the present. I might as well see if this book is as good as Lily claims it is. Who knows, I might actually like it.'

He read the book while Lily entertained Harry with a game of Peek-a-boo. Unknown to the Potter couple however, something grave was about to happen now.

Outside of the cottage a figure Apparated silently onto the dark cobblestone street. The figure stood at 5'10" and wore black hooded robes of old manner. The figure stood in silence for a second or two as they had arrived just outside of the Anti-Apparition warded protective barriers of the cottage before them. A light rain occurred as the cold wet droplets rained downwards from the dark clouded sky above. The figure paid no close mind or attention to the droplets that fell onto their robes. The droplets cast a reflecting light upon the road from the nearby street lamps.

The figure walked forth towards the Potter cottage, intent on eliminating the only perceivable threat to their rise to power. Lord Voldemort, the supposed most powerful Dark Wizard to have ever lived walked towards the cottage silently at a leisurely pace. He pushed his pale and chalk white-skinned left hand against the small gate door of the equally white picket fence. The door swung slowly open with only a small audible creak.

He continued walking towards the front door of the three story cottage. His stride was that of supposed determination and purpose. Once he arrived at the front door Voldemort reached his pale and disgusting right hand into the inner folds of his robes . He then removed his wand, a terrifying object that all wizards and witches learned to fear above all else. Well...except for his name that is. His wand was definitely a close second.

It was a white wooden stick that was thirteen and a half inches long, made of Yew wood, and contained a Phoenix tail-feather as its core. It also had a rather sickly bone-like handle that looked like it was fashioned with an actual bone.

He gave a small wave of the white wooden object and cast a quiet Unlocking Charm whilst whispering the incantation of "Alohomora." in a soft hissing voice of sort. With the incantation spoken and the spell being cast the Dark Wizard waited as he heard a small barely audible click that informed him that the spell had worked and the door was now unlocked.

With that Voldemort pushed his left hand against the door, slowly opening it. Finally, he would eliminate the child that was spoken of in that accursed prophecy. The one with the power to vanquish him and stop his rise to power.

(Meanwhile, inside of the Potter cottage)

James was sitting in silence on the sofa reading through the Wizard of Oz book. He flipped the page to the other side as he read up to the part where Toto, Dorothy's pet dog, had been taken away by the horrid neighbor. He mentally pictured the cruel woman and compared her rotten nature to that of Voldemort himself and many of his Death Eater followers.

His mind paying half-attention to the book he was reading while another part of his mind thought of something else that was on James's mind. He wondered how long he, Lily, and Harry would have to live in hiding. He wondered when the time would come that Voldemort would meet his end and be defeated, thus allowing the Potters to reemerge from the shadows and live normal lives.

He knew the danger when Sirius visited him and Lily a few weeks ago and informed them of what rumors he had heard floating around. The Grim Animagus said that Voldemort had increased his efforts to find the boy who would be his downfall. Find him...and kill him were the orders that the Dark Wizard had relayed to his followers.

Lily stood from the sofa carrying her son off with her as she made for the staircase that led up to the second floor. All along the way she walked in a gentle, careful stride. She looked at the grandfather clock that displayed the time of 10:15 P.M. Surprisingly, there weren't really all that many Trick-or-Treaters this year. And the few that there were only stayed outside for only a little over an hour, but no longer than that.

"Come on Harry, it's time for you to go beddy-bye now." James heard his wife say to their son as he continued reading.

James sighed loosely as he flipped to the next page, his eyes darting over the words written in black ink upon the pages. He was at the part of the story where Dorothy had returned to her family's farm with Toto, only to discover that her aunt, uncle, and their farm hands had disappeared somewhere. That wasn't the only problem the young girl had, James mused, as there was a large raging tornado that was blowing rapidly, sending anything lightweight flying.

It was then that James was snapped out of his reading as he heard something that gained his attention. It sounded as if the lock on the front door had been unlocked. It also sounded like the door was opening. James merely shook his head in a frustrated manner, he thought that maybe he forgot to lock the door and the wind was slowly blowing the door open.

He placed a bookmark inside of the book he was reading, placed said book down on the sofa cushion, stood up, and walked towards the foyer and front door. He gave a small, loose shake of his head as he began to round the corner that separated the living room from the foyer. 'You've gotta be kidding me. Just when the story was really starting to pick up and get good.' he thought.

However, his annoyance and frustration were soon quelled as he saw who stood in the now fully opened doorway. His eyes suddenly widened almost completely as he felt a small icy shiver run down his very spine. He stood there. He had finally found them. Lord Voldemort had found the Potters and there was practically no chance for them to run. He saw the black-robed appearance of the Dark Wizard staring back at him. His hood obstructed all but one part of his features. His red eyes.

He heard that Lily had just arrived at the top of the stairs, completely oblivious to what was going on.

He then, without even hesitating for a second, called out to Lily to warn her of the impending danger that had reared its head upon them. "Lily, he's here! Take Harry and run!" he yelled at the top of his lungs as he heard quickened footsteps and the nursery door slam shut loudly.

James looked at Voldemort as he reached into his pocket expecting his wand to be there. However, his left hand instead dug through an empty pocket. It was then that he remembered that he had left his wand on the sofa and wouldn't be able to get to it in time. He was utterly defenseless against one of the most powerful wizards to have ever lived.

Voldemort merely replied on James's lack of his greatest defense. "You would stand against I, Lord Voldemort, the greatest wizard in the world without your wand? Then you are nothing but a fool." It was then that he swung his wand upwards and called out the words that there was no forgiveness for. "Avada Kedavra!"

There was a flash of blinding emerald green magical light from the Dark Wizard's wand and a rushing sound followed after it. The emerald green jet of magical light filled the cramped foyer, lighting the walls with the same sickly emerald color. When the jet of emerald death struck James, he felt the life leave him. It was then that he fell backwards onto the floor with an audible thud. He was dead with no external signs of injury, but he remained still, like a puppet whose strings had been cut. His face frozen in a look of shock and surprise.

Lily had just shut the door to the nursery. She quickly covered the short distance from the door to Harry's crib. Not knowing what she was going to do. She was cornered. The Floo Gate was located downstairs on the first floor in the living room, just like the one back at Potter Manor. Past the Dark Wizard who had come for her son. It was then that she heard that monster call out the most unforgivable words and realized now, he was dead...James was dead now.

Tears began to enter her eyes and trail down her cheeks as she internally sobbed at her husband's end. She was all alone with Harry now. She was alone against one of the darkest and most powerful wizards to have ever graced the Wizarding World. The only thing she could probably do was fortify the nursery as best as she could and pray that help would arrive soon.

It was then that she looked down at the small boy she held in her arms. She saw the look in his emerald green eyes of confusion of what was happening. It was obvious that, like any other fifteen-month-old child, Harry didn't know what was happening at the time. Thinking quickly, Lily slightly increased the pressure of her hug towards her son as further tears crawled down her cheeks from her flooding eyes. She knew what she had to do. She knew that it was the only way of saving her son. It was the only way, and she would do it...Whatever it took.

She gently lowered Harry down into his crib as she knelt down next to the crib and stared through the bars of the white wooden crib. She wiped the tears from her eyes with the sleeve of her navy blue sweater as she swallowed a lump in her throat and tried to speak to her fifteen-month-old son as best she could.

"I need you to be brave, Harry. I need you to try and live a happy life after what happens tonight." She broke down slightly before she heard the sound of footsteps approaching up the stairs and continued, knowing she didn't have that much time left. "Just know this...Just because your father and I are gone, it doesn't mean that we'll ever stop loving you. We always will. Ever since the day you were born, we've always loved you. The fifteen months that we all shared together will always live on as a treasured memory."

The tears in her eyes were starting to obstruct her vision as she wiped them aside and continued to stare at her son. Her beautiful baby son. "Just know this, Harry. Wherever we are, you only need to know this...We'll always be in your heart. I love you my brave, beautiful boy." She said that last part as she stood up, reached over, and gave her son a final kiss on the forehead.

Lily then turned on her heels, staring towards the door of the nursery. She reached her right hand into her pocket and drew from it her wand. It was dark brown, ten and one-quarter inches, and made of Willow. She hardened her emerald green eyes towards the door and stood in wait until the time came for her to use it.

It was then that the door flew in rapidly and nearly broke off its hinges with a loud booming crash. Then the black-robed and hooded figure of Lord Voldemort walked into the room. His red eyes beneath his hood stared into Lily's as the former held his white bone-like wand at the ready.

"There is nowhere to run, and there is nowhere to hide. But I do not want you, I just want the boy. Step aside and you can live." the Dark Wizard offered as he had no need to kill her, as he had also promised her to one of his servants already, in exchange for information about the prophecy. If Snape wanted the useless Mud-Blood and thought she was useful at all, then he would get her.

"Never! Get away from my son, you monster! BOMBARDA!" Lily snarled, launching an Exploding Charm, which was easily deflected by the Dark Wizard with a simple raise of his wand and an equally simple non-verbal Shield Charm.

Voldemort merely sneered at Lily as he asked rhetorically, "What chance do you hope to have against me, the greatest wizard in the world, you pathetic and filthy little Mud-Blood? None. Now, step aside and I will spare your miserable stain of an existence. Lord Voldemort does not forget those whom deny him of what he wants." The Dark Wizard began to raise his wand slightly as he caught Lily's glare...and defiance.

"No!" Lily screamed as she launched another Exploding Charm at the monster before her, this time putting in more power behind it. But, once again, it was easily deflected by yet another Shield Charm courtesy of the Dark Wizard. It was then that the black-robed monster raised his wand, called out the incantation of "Expelliarmus.", and the Disarming Charm ripped Lily's wand from her hand causing it to fly to the other side of the nursery, leaving her defenseless.

"Now move aside, stupid girl. It is the boy I want, not you. I am going to kill that boy, and there is nothing that you can do about that." Voldemort threatened as his hissing voice contained a trace of annoyance and impatience. He was hoping that the stupid Mud-Blood would realize how futile it was to stand against him unarmed and comply to spare her life.

Lily's eyes widened at the declaration the dark monster made about killing her son. Her innocent son who wouldn't harm anyone, and this maniac believed in his sick, twisted mind that he had the right to kill an innocent child. "No! Please, he's just a baby. Not Harry!" she pleaded as she stared the most dangerous Dark Wizard of modern times in the eye.

The Dark Wizard's patience had just about reached its final limit as the annoying girl before him wouldn't stand aside and allow him to eliminate the boy who was prophesied to destroy him. "This is your final warning. Nothing and no one will stand between me and immortality. This is the final obstacle, and after this, I will be truly immortal!" the maniacal Dark Wizard proclaimed as he took two steps further into the room, standing a short distance from both the doorway and Lily, respectively.

"Not Harry! Please, he's never harmed anyone. Please, take me instead. Let him live, please don't kill my son."

Voldemort raised his wand and began to point it at Lily. The deathly, pale white bone-like stick pointed forward towards its soon-to-be most recent victim. Lily waited as time seemed to slow down. But she knew, this was the only way. 'I'm sorry, Harry. But this was the only way. I love you.' she thought as Voldemort began speaking the incantation.

Outer space near the Moon, Sol system, Terran sector, Milky Way Galaxy, Unknown Regions

(Ten Minutes Prior)

On board the Lambda-class shuttle Sidious continued to sit in his silent meditation with his hands firmly clasped within his lap. He had his aged eyelids closed, leaving him to the darkness within. He drew in a mighty intake of breath as he concentrated on his connection to the Dark Side. He felt the great churning power that the Dark offered to him. He reveled in the gifts that it bestowed upon him as his very veins felt black as obsidian due to the darkness that flowed within them.

Within the cockpit of the shuttle the Dark Lord of the Sith sensed and heard Zalev and Julaen go about their duties. He heard them go over the coordinates that had been logged into the Navi-computer. The uncertainty in the two men's voices as they discussed about their departure from the charted Galaxy into the scarcely charted Unknown Regions. They both said that whatever had drawn their superior to this region of space had to have been important.

Sidious was drawn out of his meditation upon hearing a beeping sound come from the main console in the cockpit. The aged Sith Lord opened his eyes unleashing their bright, burning golden color and stared forward from his seat. He was about to ask Zalev what the status of their ETA was, when the younger man spoke up.

"Your Majesty, we're arriving at our destination now." reported Zalev as he decided to chance a glance at his superior, only to look back forward at the forward viewport as quickly as possible. The all-too-familiar blue swirling, rippling tunnel of hyperspace was still in front of the Imperial shuttle. "Exiting hyperspace, now." Zalev then reached forward and pushed the hyperdrive throttle forward. The shuttle immediately lurched forward slightly as it dropped out of the blue vortex-like tunnel and the white streaks of light turned back into stars.

Sidious stood from his seat and walked slowly towards the cockpit of the shuttle, slightly scaring Zalev and Julaen upon his entry into the enclosed room. His bright golden eyes, like twin burning furnaces of power glared forward casting their reflection upon the forward viewport as they looked upon their destination. Before the white tri-winged shuttle lay an unknown world to the inhabitants of the Known Galaxy.

It orbited itself within the black void of space around a small G-Type yellow dwarf star. Accompanying it, was a small grayish moon that the three saw off the starboard wing of the shuttle. It hung itself in orbit over the planet and kept pace with its larger counterpart. The Sith Lord saw that the planet was the one brimming with the Force, like candlelight within a dark cavern.

"That's our destination, Captain. I want us to get down there immediately. That's a direct order." ordered the Emperor, his tone of voice contained an icy hint of warning.

Zalev and Jualen both gave rapid, nervous nods as they were enveloped in pure fear for the elderly man standing mere inches behind them. It felt like he was breathing down the backs of their necks with that cool, terrifying breath of his. "Yes, Your Majesty. It shall be done." responded Zalev in a fearful tone as he looked to his right at Julaen. "Lieutenant, push forward thrusters to maximum output."

"Yes sir, Captain." was all Julaen responded with as he set to work.

Within seconds the shuttle began to accelerate towards the blueish-green planet before it. Sidious observed from his place standing within the cockpit the description of the planet before him. It had vast blue oceans, and seven continental landmasses of varying sizes that consisted of green and sandy brownish colors, while one of them was white in color in comparison. It also had two icy poles at both the upper and lower hemispheres of the planet with two landmasses of cold, white ice. The shuttle gave a harsh explosion of its engines and in a few seconds it was almost close enough to enter the atmosphere of the planet beneath it.

Sidious looked towards the back of Julaen's black-capped head and spoke to the young Lieutenant. "Lieutenant, activate the sensor array and figure out the technological level of the planet." he ordered as he could only give a sinister grin as he sensed the pure fear radiating from the young man like a torrential whirlwind.

Julaen's hands began to fly over the keys of his keyboard before him. His fingers pressed and clacked loudly and quickly upon the small keys as endless amounts of code in green-colored Aurebesh scrolled and flashed upon the display screen. His eyes scanned across the screen as he read the encrypted code. After a few seconds of reading across numerous lines and pages of binary, Julaen finally released the breath he didn't realize he was holding as he spoke to his superior.

"Your Majesty, sensor array detects numerous cities scattered across the planet's surface. Massive life-form readings as well. As for technological level, sensors report back that they're over three billion years behind the Galaxy in terms of technological advancement. It seems that they can't detect us, even while we're descending towards the upper atmosphere."

Sidious merely gave a nod as he continued to stare out the viewport towards the blue planet. 'How primitive. These backwards neanderthals could never pose a threat to my Empire. Once the Death Star is complete, I could just blow the planet into space dust.' thought Sidious as he turned his attention to both of the black-uniformed pilots sitting before him. "Engage the cloaking device at once. I want us in stealth mode immediately." he ordered in a deadly tone of voice.

The two young men went to work typing commands into their keyboards and instantly the shuttle was cloaked from sight. Its on-board cloaking device ensured that the shuttle was completely invisible to sensor, as well as the naked eye.

"Your Majesty, we're going in now. ETA of touchdown is forty seconds." reported Captain Seyl, as the Lambda-class shuttle descended through the white cloud-filled atmosphere at maximum acceleration.

The shuttle finally broke through the white cloud covering in front of it as the seven continental landmasses began growing ever so slightly. Zalev then spoke up gaining Sidious' attention as he needed to know where his Emperor's destination was. "Your Majesty, I don't wish to upset you. But I have to know, which one of the landmasses is your chosen destination?"

Sidious concentrated as he let the Dark Side ebb and flow from his very being to guide him to where his future apprentice was located. He felt the Force stretch out across the planet encompassing it in the rotten, black evil of the Dark Side. He felt and heard the Force call out to him as it directed his attention to a small landmass somewhere in the north-eastern hemisphere.

"There, Captain." he replied, pointing his aged, bony right index finger towards the landmass that the Force was guiding him to. His golden eyes hardened their glare as the shuttle rapidly approached the small landmass that the Force was radiating from.

A few seconds later the advanced tri-wing craft raised its wings and set itself down in a small forest away from a small village a short distance away. Sidious turned on the heels of his black boots with a whirl of his black hooded robe as he made his way towards the still raised landing ramp.

"Captain, keep the ship in stealth mode and await my return. I expect the ship to still be running when I return, as I'd like to be off of this backwater planet as soon as possible." he remarked in a cool, hissing tone. He felt the fear swirl within the young pilot as Zalev merely reported with a "Yes, Your Majesty." as he reached the landing ramp. He noticed his Royal Guard protection detail wordlessly stand from their seats as they made to follow their ruler. But a mere raise of the hand in an open fashion told them to stay with the shuttle.

As soon as its landing ramp descended, Sidious calmly walked down the metal ramp and stepped off onto a patch of damp grass. He slowly walked away from the shuttle as he heard the landing ramp raise and close itself with a hiss, completely cloaking the shuttle from sight. He then made towards the edge of the forest and stepped onto a dirt road.

He walked towards where he sensed the anomaly brimming with the Force. He continued walking towards the village as he paid no mind to the primitive wooden homes. It was then, after he stepped onto the cobblestone street and into the village, that he sensed a tremor course through the Force. He sensed that a life had been lost and that a soul was separated from the physical plane.

He immediately broke into a stride towards where the disturbance had occurred. He used his Force augmented speed to race towards where the anomaly was still emitting from. He moved faster than the eye or mind could ever hope to follow. He moved quickly to find the location of the Force maelstrom and recover it. After all, it had taken him a year of patience and waiting to come this close, and he wouldn't let anyone or anything stand in his way.

In a few seconds, Sidious found himself coming up to a somewhat large three story wooden cottage. He saw that the door was open and could feel the Force itself flowing out of the building. He was so close now, so very close. After a long year of waiting, his prized apprentice finally awaited their new Master.

He quickly entered into the foyer of the cottage and saw the body of a young man lying on the floor. He looked to have been shot, but yet showed no external injury at all whatsoever. His hazel eyes wide open and lifeless. Sidious merely walked the short distance away from the dead man and towards the staircase of the home that would lead him to the second floor. He didn't care at all for the man that lay on the floor. After all, the Force had already sensed the lack of life and void of death within him. He had no sorrow to spare for the deceased imbecile.

It was then that he heard a loud booming explosion of sort, and he increased his speed once more and rocketed up the stairs. However, he slowed his pace as he came to the top of the stairs as he heard voices. He slowly walked to the left down the hallway for a second before he saw where the explosion and voices had come from. He looked from beneath the brim of his black hood towards a figure who stood in the doorway.

He heard the figure speak and realized he was a man and wore almost similar styled robes to his own robe, although, nowhere near as grand. He gathered the Dark Side around himself and cast it out across himself as a veil, using the rare Force ability, Force Blank to completely cloak himself from view, rendering himself completely invisible. He then used his cloak to sneak up behind the figure as he wished to first take stock of the situation.

He stood behind the man, noticing he was taller than the figure by an inch, and could feel some kind of unknown energy radiating off of the figure. It wasn't the Force, no, it was infinitely less than nothing compared to the Force. Not even close to a comparison of a drop of water in an ocean. It was a weak insult, and pretender of true power. The man was radiating this power and Sidious could feel that it was dark in nature, but whatever power it was, it paled in comparison to the Dark Side. Sidious instantly acknowledged that whoever this man was, he was no threat and barely an obstacle as the aged Sith confirmed that the dark powered man before him was infinitely weaker than the weakest Dark Lord of the Sith and Force-user of all time.

It was then that the Dark Lord's attention fell upon a young red-haired woman with emerald green eyes. Sidious noticed that she was the only person within the room and immediately surmised that she was the presence he had been looking for. He was snapped out of his musing as he noticed the black-robed figure before him point what looked like a white stick carved from bone towards the woman.

"Very well then, stupid girl. Now, you will die." the figure declared in a voice that Sidious felt only annoyance at, what with the drama and pomposity. Sidious realized that whatever that stick was, it was being used as a weapon of some sort and his future apprentice was about to be killed before him.

'Not now.' thought Sidious as he narrowed his eyes dangerously. 'I've waited for far too long and won't return empty-handed. Especially not because of the idiocy of a pathetic pretender. The only person who will die this night is you, dark figure.'

The moment he heard the figure begin to speak he immediately gave a small twist of his right wrist and felt the hilt of his Lightsaber fall from his sleeve and into his awaiting palm. It was a single-bladed nineteen centimeter metallic cylinder. It was both gold and silver in color, and was made from the alloys of Aurodium, Electrum, and Phrik. It had a small gold thumb-sized plated activation button in the middle of the hilt and it had a hole at the end.

He felt the cool metal brush against his skin as he de-cloaked himself. The woman was too distracted by the man in front of Sidious that she didn't notice the Sith.

"Avada..." he heard the figure call out as his thumb pressed against the activation button. A snap-hiss sound suddenly flared out as a 145-centimeter-long blade of red plasma energy with a white core emerged from the hilt. Sidious acted quickly as he thrust the blade of his weapon forward, stabbing it through the back of his opponent allowing it to emerge from the man's chest, piercing through his heart.

Sidious held the blade within his opponent's chest for a second longer before he deactivated his Lightsaber allowing the dead body of the black-robed figure to fall to the floor. He stared at the woman as she looked back at him rather suspiciously. He could feel the Force in the room swirling in great potency as he finally had the one that he had been searching for within his grasp.

"Who are-" Lily began only for Sidious to perform a Force Choke without having to raise a finger and a squeezing sensation gripped itself around the woman's throat and she was levitated a foot or two off the floor.

Sidious glared up at her as golden eyes and emerald green ones met one another. "You don't question your new Master without my approval on the matter." snarled Sidious towards the woman. He would see to it that his apprentice referred to him with respect. "You thought yourself very clever to hide away in the Unknown Regions away from the Galaxy didn't you, Jedi? And now, here you are. At my mercy with an offer you can't refuse. Join me as my apprentice, and I'll spare your pitiful life."

Lily looked back at Sidious as if he had grown a second head. "I don't know who you are and what you're talking about! I'm not a 'Jedi' or whatever you call it, and I'll never join you! You're darker than he was, and I'll never ally myself to someone like you!" she roared back defiantly as her emerald eyes flared with a burning fire.

Sidious increased the pressure around her throat further. He glared at Lily as he saw her hands desperately try to pry the invisible grip away from her throat. He then narrowed his eyes as he concentrated on the woman before him and noticed that the Force wasn't emitting from her as he felt a total lack of the Force within her.

"No...you're not the one I'm looking for. You're devoid of the Force, and aren't a Jedi or a Force-user. I sense someone far more powerful than you nearby. Where's your Master?" he asked, his voice containing an icy chill of rage. He bothered wasting his time to save this woman's life only to then discover that she wasn't his target after all.

"I have no idea what you're talking about. Let me go now!" Lily screamed back as Sidious had loosened the grip of his Force Choke to get the answers he wanted. Now it seemed that the woman before him wouldn't talk as his golden eyes flared brightly and sickly.

"Tut tut tut. You'll know, I'm not one to follow the orders of others." He ignited his Lightsaber once more allowing the buzzing red blade of plasma to bathe the room in a blood-red glow. He raised his saber up at his right above his shoulder, and with a single swift move he swung in a horizontal path towards her neck. However, before his saber's blade could make contact with her neck, the Dark Lord's weapon was suddenly plucked from his hand. Sidious looked in the direction of where his Lightsaber went only for his eyes to witness it fly into the grasp of a very young boy.

Said boy caught the Sith weapon and held it with his small hands upon the hilt. Sidious saw the boy looked to be fifteen-months-old and had short, jet-black hair and emerald green eyes. He shared the same visible traits as the dead man he had seen in the foyer downstairs and the woman he was holding in midair by his Force Choke. The red blade of energy from the Sith weapon reflected off both the boy's eyes, giving them a red glow as it also cast a similar glow upon his face.

That was the presence that he had been looking all this time for. Not Lily, whom he was suffocating, but instead the boy. Her son.

"A son." stated the Sith Emperor, rather than asked, with his cold, raspy voice. He looked at the boy who was overflowing with the Force, almost like a wellspring of sort. His mind was only mildly surprised upon witnessing the boy alter the color of his Lightsaber's hilt, changing it to a primarily navy blue color with small sections of black. That was an unusual ability, with the Emperor instantly sensing and acknowledging that whatever power the boy used, it wasn't the Force.

Lily noticed that Sidious walked closer towards her son who sat defenseless in his crib as the Dark Lord rotated her 180° to look upon him approaching the defenseless boy. Anger began to rush into Lily as the Sith got closer to her son. She didn't know what he would do to her son, but she knew it wasn't good. She wished that she still had her wand, but the redhead already knew that she would stand no chance against the man who had effortlessly murdered Voldemort.

But Lily was able to sum up all of the courage that she could muster as she roared out at the Sith Lord, "Get away from him! Don't you dare touch my son! I won't step aside and bargain with his life to save my own. Just kill me, and leave him be!" Her green eyes bore into the back of the Sith's hooded-head as best they could. She struggled against the invisible force that held her in midair. But try as she might, she couldn't break free from Sidious' grip through the Force.

"So be it." replied Sidious coldly as he looked over his shoulder at Lily, his golden irises dangerously bore into hers with pure, unlimited power. He applied further power through the Force as Lily's neck was broken with a loud sickening snap that filled the room. Her body fell limply to the floor as she landed on her stomach. Her left hand was extended forward appearing as if she attempted to reach for her child. Her green eyes remained open and life was absent from them as they stared forward towards where her son sat defenseless and at the mercy of the Sith Lord.

Sidious stood before the white crib as his gaze was focused upon its sole occupant. The boy sat where he was with the Lightsaber hilt still held within his small hands. The red plasma blade emitted its buzzing sound as the red light continued to reflect off the boy's green eyes that were identical to his late mother's. Sidious effortlessly used the Force and called the hilt of his weapon back as it flew back into its owner's right hand. Sidious deactivated the advanced weapon after the hilt had changed back to its original color and placed it back within his right robe sleeve.

He caught a glance of the fallen black-robed charlatan out of the corner of his eye. He turned and walked back over to the foolish pretender's body and stood over said dead pretender. His eyes caught sight of the man's weapon, the white bone-like stick. Without having to raise a finger he telekinetically levitated the stick into the air. With less than a thought he used the Force and snapped the wooden object in half with a loud "snap". He then snapped the two broken halves into multiple more small broken pieces. After he had broken it into a dozen pieces, he let them fall to the floor next to the dead body.

He sneered with rage at the charlatan for masquerading as a Sith Lord. Sidious extended his hands out forward, angling his aged, bony fingers towards the dead imposter. His hands glowed and crackled with blueish-purple energy as he unleashed blueish-purple Force Lightning from his fingertips. Said lightning was primarily blue with small tendrils of purple visible.

The Force Lightning crackled loudly as it made contact with the deceased pretender's robed-body. The robes began to smoke as they had caught fire, the small inferno was contained by the Force, however. The blueish-purple bolts of lightning bombarded the robed figure, as the inferno of heat burned away at both robes and flesh.

Sidious continued his bombardment on the charlatan of a Sith as he bit his lower lip. He could only maintain the sneer upon his features as his nostrils flared, but he didn't let up from his assault. Not even when the rancid smell of charred, melted, and burning flesh and cloth entered through his nostrils upon his inhalation, only for him to exhale through his aged, wrinkled lips. His rage was immense and his blood boiled within his veins like churning magma.

When Sidious had ceased his bombardment on the figure's remains all that was left was a completely unidentifiable black burned heap of burnt and tattered black cloth. There was a small pile of ash that sat beneath it that was partially obstructed by the burned cloth. The pretender was no more. He was eliminated entirely, in flesh, bone, and blood.

Sidious placed both of his arms back down at his sides as he kept his hardened, burning gaze on the pile of ash and cloth upon the floor for a second longer before he looked towards one of the windows within the room. He retrieved his personal modified Hush-98 comlink from his robe and contacted Captain Seyl that he would be returning immediately and to have the shuttle ready for immediate departure from the primitive, pathetic backwater planet.

As Sidious was speaking to Zalev on the other side of the comlink, the Dark Lord of the Sith didn't notice something was happening to the pile of ash upon the floor. A small swirling black mist-like vapor rose from the pile of ash and took the form of a black cloud with a man's face. Then, without showing any attention to the Sith who murdered him, the spiritual shade form of Voldemort flew towards Harry. Voldemort flew up at head level with the fifteen-month-old boy as he grazed the right side of the boy's forehead, not leaving any mark whatsoever, and flew out the open window behind the crib and out into the night.

Sidious had just ended his transmission with Zalev as he deactivated the comlink and placed it back within his robe. He walked back towards the young boy who sat within his crib, his eyes staring at his fallen mother who lay upon the floor. Lily's eyes hauntingly looked back with no sign of life within them. As he stood in front of the crib Sidious couldn't help but let a sinister grin form. He finally had what he had been searching for for the last year. The boy before him was all his now, finally within his grasp, and with no obstacles at all.

As he reached his aged, bony hands within the crib he noticed that Harry started backing away, as if sensing the darkness within the elderly man before him and fearing his power. Sidious had to completely restrain a snarl as the boy seemed like he wouldn't come with him, willingly that was. So, instead of yelling at the child to obey him, he instead fell into his charismatic and political manipulation.

"Come here now little one. Don't be afraid, I won't harm you." he lied in a soft tone, using the same charismatic skills he had had since he was the Senator of Naboo in the Galactic Senate years ago. He needed to get the boy before him to trust him and come willingly. He let a wide, sickly smile appear as Harry, seeming to believe the kind old man before him, started to move towards the Sith Lord's awaiting hands.

Sidious kept the wide smile on his aged lips as the child bought his lie and came closer to him, right within his grasp. As he made to grab the child, Sidious felt a swirl of warning course through the Force. He sensed some kind of energy, similar to what was radiated by both the woman and the charlatan, emit from the boy's skin. He sensed that whatever energy was emitted from Harry's exposed skin, it would clearly be a problem for him.

He instead decided to levitate Harry out of his crib with the Force and hold him within his arms, taking care to hold onto him by his pajama shirt. He made sure that the boy's hands stayed on his robe's sleeves, away from his face, neck, or hands. He felt the child start to fall asleep and thanked the Force that he wouldn't have to experience any crying.

"Come along now. I'll take care of you now, away from this horrid place." he spoke in his supposed warm, caring voice once more. He wanted to make sure the child would remain quiet and not annoy him with any incessant crying. As he felt the child finally fall into a deep sleep did he finally make to leave with a whirl of his midnight black hooded robe. He exited the cottage and after only five minutes he was back on his shuttle.

He took his seat as he gave Zalev and Julaen their orders. "Captain, Lieutenant, commence take-off immediately. I have what I came for and wouldn't like to be on this pathetic planet for a second longer than I have to. Take us back to Imperial Center." he ordered sharply as the two immediately responded with a "Yes, Your Majesty." each and the cloaked craft immediately ascended through the atmosphere into space and made the jump to lightspeed back to Imperial Center, leaving Earth behind.

(Meanwhile, back at the Potter cottage)

Within the now abandoned cottage all was still and quiet. There was no person or creature stirring, only a mouse...or rather, a rat.

Up the handrail climbed a single fat brown garden rat. It scurried up the wooden handrail and, when it reached the second floor, it jumped and landed on the carpeted floor. It walked along the floor, its nose sniffing the floor as it came into the nursery.

But upon catching sight of the room, it seemed to be in a state of shock as its head looked to the crib and noticed that its occupant was absent. It then turned to look forward as its eyes fell upon the burnt black robes and pile of ash with it. The rat seemed to be bothered by what had occurred as a metamorphosis of some kind occurred. The rat stood up on its hind legs as it started to grow and transform.

After a few seconds, the rat was nowhere in sight as in its place stood a fat man. He was a short portly man at about 5'5". He had short and messy mousy brown hair and blue eyes. He was dressed in a black cloak over a dark brown suit. He was Peter Pettigrew also known as Wormtail, former friend of James and Lily Potter, former member of the Order of the Phoenix, and now a Death Eater follower of Lord Voldemort.

Pettigrew's eyes widened in shock as he ran over to the burnt patches of black robes and pile of ash, all that remained of his Lord. He dropped to his knees as he picked up two large handfuls of ash and seemed to panic. He hyperventilated as he had no idea what had happened here.

"No, my Lord. It cannot be. You cannot be gone." Pettigrew exclaimed as the handfuls of ash seeped through his fingers and fell to the floor. "Oh, my Lord it cannot be that you are gone. It cannot be true at all."

Pettigrew sat for a few seconds in silence trying to figure out what had happened in the room that could have led to the disappearance of both Harry Potter and the Dark Wizard. His thoughts were interrupted as he heard a pop sound from outside. He rose to his feet, ran to the window, and caught sight of the large outline of a man begin quickly approaching the cottage. Panic was on his mind as he quickly had to put together a plan.

Seeing the twelve broken pieces of his fallen Lord's wand, Pettigrew quickly ran over and picked up the broken pieces, stuffing them into his suit jacket's pockets. He heard loud footsteps or rather, stomps, approaching the open front door of the cottage. When he had all of the pieces within his pockets, Pettigrew concentrated as he transformed back into his rat Animagus form. He quickly scampered towards the door of the nursery.

As soon as he got to the door, Pettigrew raced down the handrail and jumped down onto the carpeted floor of the foyer. He made a quick dash for the door, however, a large boot stomped down in front of him, nearly crushing the rat-man. Pettigrew craned his little brown head back as he looked up at the owner of said boot. The person before him was a man, although, he was taller than any normal human being, standing at 8'6". He had long shoulder-length bushy black hair, a matching beard that hid most of his face, and dark chestnut brown eyes. He wore a large dark brown leather overcoat that had numerous pockets over his outdated clothes. He was Rubeus Hagrid, the Groundskeeper at Hogwarts.

Pettigrew decided that he should make a run for it as the thick-headed Half-Giant's attention wasn't on him. He ran between the man's legs off into the night. He wouldn't be caught and would rather go into hiding. He would disappear and never return.

Author's Notes: (Updated/edited)

And there we go Chapter 2 is now finished. Sidious has finally found his future apprentice and taken Harry back with him to the Known Galaxy.

Yes, I did use the beginning of The Force Unleashed for Sidious' and Lily's encounter, but hey, that game's freaking awesome.

I decided on what would happen if Harry never got his scar and became a Horcrux? Sidious intervened and stopped Voldy from killing Lily, only to do it himself. But don't let that get you down. Harry still got his Parseltongue ability from No Nose. He got it when Voldy grazed his forehead, which for me counts as "Marking" him as a graze counts as a mark.

Next, a big topic that I think I'd like to point out to you guys who've read Chapter 1, and it's not what you think.

Anakin is still The Chosen One of the Force, not Harry. Anakin has by this point already fulfilled 90% of The Prophecy of The Chosen One, Harry's actually just finishing what Anakin started and fulfilling the remaining 10% of The Prophecy.

Anakin is The Chosen One of bringing balance to the Force, while Harry is chosen to destroy Voldemort. So they're each the heroes of their respective prophecies and destinies. Harry doesn't become The Chosen One of Anakin's prophecy in addition to him being The-Boy-Who-Lived of his own prophecy, that was never my intention and will never happen.

Harry will just remain as The-Boy-Who-Lived of Trelawney's prophecy, nothing more.

A big thanks to my new beta reader: Marcus1993. He was nice enough to slim down my chapters because they were too long. So, thank you, Marc.

Finally, if you notice any writing errors, please point them out to me wherever they are. I'll immediately fix them. If you see an error tell me and it'll be fixed. I promise.

See you guys later and until next time in Chapter 3.

May the Force be with you. Jacen Solo, out.