Summary:

With the prophecy reaching Voldemort earlier than in canon, the attack on the Potter's comes not when Harry is a year old, but on the very day of his birth. Lily survives, raising her only daughter, but what happened to Harry, and why does no one remember he exists?

A/N:

This story really needs a longer description than I can fit in that little box...

This story isn't going to be your normal "Wrong Boy/Girl Who Lived" story, in that our main character isn't actually the real Boy/Girl Who Lived.

Don't get me wrong, my version of Harry will still be super important to the story, just not the only powerful player on the board.

This story also won't be bashing any characters. I find the whole Dumbles/Weasels bashing thing way overdone. Like come on people, Ron was one of Harry's best friends, why do you need to keep making him an evil, backstabbing git? I'll be doing my best to make sure every character has their ups and downs, and won't be just mindlessly bashing certain characters.

This story also features a particularly dark, slytherin kind of Harry, and while he will be very, very powerful especially later on, there won't be any godmoding and I also won't just keep tacking on more and more abilities to our hero. He'll have a few that are admittedly a bit overpowered, but then again he's the protagonist soooo...

Lastly, the pairing! No slash and no multi pairings, sorry if those are your thing but I'm just not that kind of writer. Other than that, it's undecided. If you like the story feel free to leave suggestions on a pairing, but understand that my characters will be a bit different from canon, so give it some time so you know what you're getting into.

Now that the longest Authors Note ever is done, on with the story.

WARNING. THIS STORY CONTAINS MATURE CONTENT INCLUDING GRAPHIC, DETAILED VIOLENCE, POSSIBLE TORTURE AND MENTIONS OF HEINOUS CRIMES THAT MAY UPSET SOME READERS. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.

Chapter 1

New beginnings

The wards of St. Mungo's crumpled almost instantly. What little protection they could have offered shattered like glass under the hammering force of the Dark Lord.

Tom Riddle smiled, something cold in the gleam of his eyes and twist of his lips. His Death Eaters swarmed the hospital, black cloaks billowing in the tumultuous night air. There was nothing those inside could do now, but resign themselves to death. Tom drank in the sight, taking a few precious moments to revel in his impending victory.

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 her as his equal, but she 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...

The words of the prophecy rang through his mind just as they had since he first heard them. But now, his mind practically sang them. With the power to vanquish the Dark Lord? The very thought amused him.

Lord Voldemort would not give his enemies the chance to raise a weapon against him. He would crush it underfoot now, like the insect it was.

Flashes of lights, deep purples, reds and a nauseating green lit the windows, vibrant against the darker outdoors. The anti-apparation and portkey wards Voldemort had set around the grounds kept them pinned in, just fish in a barrel for his Death Eaters to play with now. One of his spies inside the ministry had cut the floo connection as well, and Voldemort smirked at the thought of medi-witches desperately huddled in front of a cold fireplace.

Born as the seventh month dies... and here they were, on the very last day of July, just moments before midnight. Another spy, a medi-wizard of St. Mungo's, had been waiting undercover for just this moment. He had monitored every childbirth throughout the month, waiting for the girl foretold in the prophecy. There had been few births, far fewer than even Voldemort had expected, and none had been girls.

Until tonight. As Fate would have it, as the seventh month dies had been far more literal than any had realised.

Lily Potter and her husband, the loathed James Potter, had entered St. Mungo's earlier, having not been seen or hears from in seven months, with Lily already going into labour.

Voldemort could not have asked for a better opportunity.

He began his stroll casually. His hood was down, proud and cold eyes scanning the scenes of carnage as he approached a rather large hole that had been blasted into the wall. Stepping through into the hospital, he finally allowed his magic to flare outwards. The few Death Eaters who remained in the room staggered under the force, turning hastily to bow as low as they could before their Lord. Voldemort never even glanced at them. He let his magic seep through the building, like fingers of smoke, feeling every room and every crevice in the building.

There.

A small room. Six of his minions were there, and four others, two of whom's magic signatures he knew all too well. James and Lily, and two new little lights.

Twins? He twirled the thought through his mind. He had not considered the possibility, but surely the prophecy would only apply to one. It did state his supposes vanquisher as female, and one of the signatures was clearly masculine.

Voldemort could have apparated, if he wished. The wards would have allowed him. But still he strolled casually, through room after room, revelling in the end of his enemies last hope.

When he finally reached the room with the Potters, most of the spellfire, and the screaming, had stopped within the hospital.

The door opened slowly, without Voldemort so much as raising a finger. There, inside the room, were his... enemies. James, Lily and two bundles of crying flesh.

James glared up at him, eyes not widening in horror or fear, but pure, unfiltered hatred. He opened his mouth to speak, but seemed to choke on his words.

Silencing charm. Most likely Lucius' work.

Both Potters were kneeling on the ground, the woman barely seeming to be alive. Her head leaned against her husband, and her breaths were shallow. The couple's wands lay shattered on the ground in front of them and the six masked Death Eaters had wands fixed unwavering on the already incapacitated family.

Silence descended on the room, unnatural and unnerving.

"We meet again, Potter" Voldemort's tone was both amused and polite, while still holding a venomous edge.

"I believe I like you much more under these circumstances".

The Dark Lord's joy poured out in every word, still holding the Potter patriarch's glare.

Three times, the man had escaped Voldemort before. Each by the skin of his teeth, but thrice nonetheless. The loathing Voldemort had for the man was surpassed only by his hatred for Dumbledore, and possibly the mad old Auror who had dealt him so many losses in the war.

Suddenly, an idea almost too perfect came to Voldemort's mind. It wouldn't be enough for James to simply die.

No, James would pay much more than that.

The cold grin on Voldemort's lips grew into something far beyond terrifying.

"Take the woman" His high, aristocratic voice demanded.

His Death Eaters were quick to respond, and far from gentle. A summoning spell on Lily pulled her into the middle of the six, and a muffled cry of pain escaped her.

The look in James' eyes was everything Voldemort had hoped it would be.

"Now, Lord Potter" he began, "I have a proposition for you."

James only glared in response, as Voldemort continued his monologue.

"While you may have betrayed your kind, abandoned our heritage and sided with creatures no greater than the mud in their veins, your blood still remains pure.

He paused for a moment, a brief look of disgust crossing his face, as if the very idea of Potter being a pureblood horrified him.

"But perhaps... perhaps this son of yours could turn your House into one more deserving of your status."

The rage in James' eyes only intensified, as Voldemort summoned the baby boy to his feet. As he was dragged along the rough floor, the wooden planks, splintered from blasts of spellfire, tore a gash into the baby's right cheek. He instantly began screaming, flailing slightly but unable to move.

Voldemort shot a stunner into him.

"And then there is this... whore of yours. To actually marry such a thing, and worse, to let her birth your children? You disgrace the name of all wizards, Potter."

The Death Eaters had closes in around Lily, who still remained unresponsive.

"Although, I suppose even a whore has her uses."

As one of the Death Eaters moved to grab Lily's shoulder, a slight tut from his Lord stopped him cold.

"Unless..." The Dark Lord trailed off, pretending to ponder that which he had already decided.

"Unless of course you truly do love this creature." He snarled. "If so, then by all means, take her back... but if so, I'll be taking your daughter as well."

Of course, Voldemort would not let the baby girl live to see her first sunrise. But the tortured, hateful look in James' eyes as he realised what his choices were was well worth the acting.

Pick. Your wife, raped in front of your eyes and then killed, or the life of your newborn child.

Just as Voldemort was about to remove the silencing charm on James, all of hell broke loose.

The wards Voldemort had set up around the building snapped, and dozens of apparation cracks could be heard throughout the building. Sudden shouts and flashes of spellfire, followed by screams and the sounds of full scale battle.

Aurors.

But how?!

Voldemort's mind raced. There had been no way for the people in the hospital to escape, no way for them to even send a message, and his spies in the ministry should have kept them all busy tonight...

Suddenly it clicked.

Snape, the traitorous bastard.

Voldemort screamed in fury. The greasy haired man had betrayed him. Warned the Aurors, almost certainly in a desperate attempt to save the mudblood whore of James Potter!

In his fury, Voldemort spun on his heel and destroyed the entire wall separating him from the rest of St. Mungo's. As he stepped forwards, ready to slaughter Aurors like the ministry dogs they were, his foot caught on the cloth the baby boy was wrapped in.

With barely a glance downwards, he banished the boy, sending the still unconscious baby sliding out of the room and into an empty corridor of the building.

From behind him, Voldemort heard the meaty crack of a fist colliding with a skull. He spun on his heel, eyes tinged with iridescent red, to find James wrestling a wand away from one of the Death Eaters. It spoke wonders to the man's abilities as an Auror as he managed to disarm one, stun two others and kill a fourth with a well placed cutting hex before any of the useless Death Eaters had even noticed.

Voldemort's wand flashed green, and James Potter dropped dead. He had never seen the spell coming.

Striding quickly now back into the room and all but frothing from the mouth in rage, Voldemort decided enough was enough.

It was time to end this war, once and for all.

The girl stared up at him, strangely not crying. She watched him approach with innocent eyes, despite her father dying mere feet from her seconds before.

How amusing. To be unaware of Death, even as you go to meet him.

Any feeling of amusement was immediately pushed away, as Voldemort's wand rose to point at the girl's forehead.

"For neither can live while the other survives" Voldemort quoted, cold indifference blatant in his eyes.

"Avada Kedavra."

The jet of green light struck the girl on the head, but instead of falling over dead, the girl shook, as two forces collided within her.

Her eyes shot open wide, both nearly the same colour as the curse which had struck her, and her mouth parted in a silent scream.

Then, from somewhere inside her, the colliding forces of magic reached their peak, and an explosion rocked the entire foundation of the building.

When the rubble finally cleared, there was no Voldemort. None of the six Death Eaters, or their bodies. Only a baby girl with brilliant green eyes and a scar on her forehead, the unconscious form of her mother, and the corpse of her father lying next to her.

The Death Eaters that remained fled St. Mungo's, terrified without their leader. Some surrendered, claiming Imperius. Others fought to the death.

But on that day, just as the clock struck midnight, the war was won. Voldemort defeated, his Death Eaters scattered and all at the hands of The-Girl-Who-Lived.

In all of the confusion, the fighting and then later the celebration, no one noticed a black cloaked figure, carrying a second Potter child away from the wreckage.

So! There it is, the first chapter of my first fanfic. A bit longer than I had anticipated, but I wanted a detailed beginning to base the rest of the story off of.

In summary, just in case I didn't make everything clear enough:

-Lily has issues with her childbirth, and is completely blacked out the whole time, never even laying eyes on her children

-Voldemort intended to raise Harry to become a "proper Lord Potter", to prevent a pureblood line from dying out, but grew frustrated and banished him away instead

-James, The Six Death Eater's (Which includes Lucius Malfoy and five unnamed Death Eaters), Voldemort and anyone else who ever saw Harry, died, so NO ONE is aware of Harry's existence right now except the mysterious stranger who took him away

-The Girl Who Lived survived the killing curse, but how she did so is a mystery

-Severus Snape betrayed Voldemort by alerting the Aurors to the attack

-No mention of Sirius or Peter, I wonder why?

... I think that's everything? Maybe? All well.

Hope you enjoyed, any review or suggestions you may have, I'm open to hearing. I have a very good idea where the story is going from here, but that doesn't mean I'm not open to change.

Also, expect this story to progress a bit slow at first. I'll try to keep it exciting though, don't worry.