Prologue

"Lily, Its him! Take Harry and run!" The door to the small cottage was quickly blown to shreds. The high pitched maniacal laugh that could belong to none other the Voldemort could be heard throughout Godrics Hollow, that is if the dark Lord hadn't placed a silencing charm around the house. The red haired witch by the name of Lily picked up her son, gave her husband a chaste kiss and ran up the stairs, desperately trying to find away to get her son out of there. Downstairs, the most feared wizard of modern times entered the house which no one but the potters and one other were allowed to. If muggles could see the house they would see a magnificent show of lights dancing across the room, but as beautiful as those lights were they were a signal of a threat and a fight. The fight soon ended, though, as a stream of green light hit James Potter square in the chest. Slumped against the wall, but with his chest rising and falling ever so slightly, James was thought dead. Voldemort advanced upstairs, where Lily had yet to manage an escape. Knowing it was futile now, she took stance in front of baby Harry begging for mercy on his life. Voldemort payed no mind, the same green light shooting towards her. Knocked unconscious as well but also having that minuscule rise and fall, Voldemort also thought her for dead. But the same light did nothing to the baby but brand him with a lighting bolt. As for Voldemort, the light shot back at him rendering him a wisp of black in the midnight blue night.

AN: I've decided to try out this new story. I would really love to hear feedback! I kniw this is short but this is just background. Review please!