Randa: Before any ofour dear readers get a hissy fit this is only going to be a two shot for the moment.

DIF: We may later turn it into a full story.

It was a dark night that October 31st and the Potters were happily sitting next to their fire place playing with their 15 month-old twin boys. Lily and James never really noticed the dark figure approaching their house until they were fire-called by one Severus Snape telling them to get out of there as Voldemort was heading their way.

James immediately shot up and told Lily to tack the children a run. And Lily complied by taking the boys and going upstairs. James waited patiently for the snake man to come, while Lily packed some bags and needed things.

Voldemort was making his way slowly up the road towards Godric's Hallow, relishing in the fact that he would be rid of any opposition. He was also quite happy that he would catch the Potters off guard as he had told no one that he was coming here. As Tom he had prided himself in the fact that he was quite intelligent and he had yet to lose that. He planned this quite carefully and knew that if he went after the elder potters first he would definitely be foiled. See if one of the parents died saying to take them first or thinking it, it would put a deep everlasting spell of the most ancient kind. He knew to deal with the children first and to take care of the parents later.

Tom got to the front of the manor and blast the door off. He met James in the living room and quickly stupefied the man. The Riddle man quickly made his way up the stairs and to were he felt the most magical energy coming from. He walked calmly into the infants room to see a frantic Lily gathering things into a duffel bag.

"That won't be necessary, my dear." The tall man said calmly. The woman span around with a horrified facial expression.

"Please leave my babies be! Don't take them!" Lily cried desperately.

"Woman I am being generous enough just letting you live at the moment. Don't test my patients." He hissed but none to snake like. He stupefied the woman and watched her collapse to the floor and then turned to the infants. The youngest who was a strawberry-blond and he was watching his mom. When the baby noticed that his mom was not getting up he started yelling at her in his little baby voice.

"How bitterly sweet. Your saying your first word and your parents will never know." Tom raised his wand toward the blond, seeing as he was getting annoying, while looking at the other baby who was seemingly sleeping. Turning back to the whimpering strawberry-blond boy he started saying the words. "Avad..."

You really don't want to do that. The thought rang throughout Voldemort's head. Yes I do. He responded. "Avada..." He tried again when.

I'm seriously warning you that's not going to work. Tom was getting a bit peeved, he had never had a problem killing anyone. And now his conscious was catching up now of all times. Yes it will. Tom replied again. "Ava..."

Here it's not going to work on him so why don't you attack me? The voice came again. Hearing it this time he looked to see the once sleeping boy awake and staring at him with smart eyes that he'd never seen on an infant. "You're telling me I should listen to a talking baby?" Tom retorted raising a non-extant brow.

One, technically I'm not talking and two yes. The intelligent voice came. I was the weaker born baby and was not named Potter heir. Zak has more protection around him and is much stronger. Why I haven't even learned to talk yet. And to prove his point the baby started babbling.

"You want to die?" Tom found this hard to believe. Yes. I will always be liked less so why not go first. The voice replied. "Fine. Avada Kadavra." Tom said pointing his wand at the black haired boy, before hearing, Fool, resonant through his head. The raven haired boy's iris's glowed an eery emerald and pupils slit in a snake like manner. The spell turned in mid air, without missing a beat, and hit its caster.

You are a disgrace to the Slytherin name. You are not my heir but this boy here is. The image of a long forest green haired man, with pale skin, yellow eyes,and the looks of an asian, stood above his last descendant that was now gone. May you treat your next life with more passion and not have to see the way things were given to you this time. Turning to the little one he touched his fore head which made a lightning bolt shaped birth mark. You will be my heir little Potter.

Noone noticed that night that Harold Alexander Potter(DFF: People this is only the second time we've interrupted a story so listen up. We know Harry's middle name is James but in this James is Zak's middle name.) cease to exist and became Harold Alexander Merlin Constantine Gabriel Godric Slytherin. Pure blood son of Salazar Slytherin and Godric Gryffindor and reincarnation of Salazar Slytherin. Yet he was still a Potter by birth.

DFF: We felt like adding that last part it made it more belivable. R&R