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Well, here's my second story, hope you guys like it. Also, for those who haven't read my first it called

"Dementors Unknowing Gift"

Thank you

-Slytherin98

His eyes crept slowly among the houses.

Disgusting muggles lay sleeping silently in their beds as if the world around them was as safe as their mother's womb; he will teach them fear.

A few stray children ran by him, giggling with little bags in their hands that shook with the sound of the sweets they had collected; beautifully innocent creatures.

But children can be cruel, even far worse than the adults that surrounded them. He knew just to the extent of childhood 'teasing'. Some could say that was where he based his hate for muggles, but he knew that it was something far deeper.

He walked down the sidewalk with his thoughts growing darker with each step. How would he kill the child? Torture and then death? Or should he at least give some mercy to a child who carries pure blood within it's veins?

No time to dwell, the Potters must have felt their wards falling by now. They must be looking for an escape route, not knowing that he had cut off every single lifeline that would be possible. There would be no survivors tonight. Just one man leaving this house.

His mouth curled upward into a lip less smile, tonight would end any dents in his plan. He will kill his fated rival.

He heard a hissing sound to his left, his eyes darting that way.

A small cat stood in front of the doorway with it's fur on end, fear overloading it's senses.

He pointed his wand at the feline;

'Bombarda" He whispered, a small red light beamed for the cat. In the next instant, blood spattered against the windows and fur disappeared in the pools of red. The creature would have never stood a chance.

His wand would not be put away now.

He reached the doorstep, their Welcome Home was covered in warm blood and he stood in it; relishing the feeling of death around his feet.

Returning to himself, he pointed his wand at the lock.

'Alohamora'

With a click, the fate of whoever was behind that door was sealed forever.

He opened the door and stepped onto the carpet when he heard a voice.

"Lily? Did you forget something?"

From the kitchen stepped an older woman, her graying hair sealed up tightly in a bun and she wore a baking apron around her body. She wasn't looking at him, her eyes looking down at her watch.

"I already put Calla and Harry to bed, she was pretty restless tonight. Also, tell James to make the living room child-proof; Harry almost cracked his head open on the table..."

The woman had finally looked up. Her eyes filled with dread the second she saw him. She knew who he was and probably why he was here.

They stared at each other for what seemed like ages.

She took a step forward and Voldemort raised his wand.

"Run."

The woman moved out of the way, tumbling onto the floor. She scrambled to pick herself up as spells came flying at her, just barely missing every time. She dashed up the stairs, only odd twists in the banister saved her life. He was toying with her.

She ran towards the children's room, she could hear his slow steps behind her as he taunted her.

"You'll never leave alive, you and your grandchildren will lay together with death."

She finally reached the door, yanking it open.

She tried to remember what Lily and James had told her in case something like this happened. But she was terrified, she couldn't think straight. Like a caged animal, she only thought of fear.

Her heart was beating faster and faster; she slammed and locked the door behind her.

Frantically, she rushed towards the babies' cribs. Lightly shaking each child to awaken it, she started to cry.

She knew the end of her life was here in this room and she couldn't save her grandchildren from this monster. It was over.

She heard him from behind the door, and she braced herself. She would face death in the face.

And as the lock clicked, she was met with that horrible face again.

No words were exchanged this time. Just one simple spell.

"Avada Kedavra!" Lord Voldemort said quietly. The old woman crumpled to the floor, her eyes widened in surprise and wonder as well as defeat. Voldemort glanced down at the woman.

Voldemort stepped over the body of the woman, he smirked, that idiotic old woman should have known not to stand in his way. Trying to protect the children. He noticed the cribs in the corner, and he moved towards it.

Lord Voldemort stood over Calla Lily Potter and Harry James Potter, trying to decide.

They were asleep, cuddled close to eachother.

He placed his hand on the girl's chest, feeling a steady breath, and feeling a weak magical pulse run through her. He touched her head softly, delicate hair lightly brushing his palm.

He pulled his hand away slowly, looking at the boy, only to be met by a pair of startling green eyes.

They stared into each other's eyes.

Green met red in the most horrible of ways; one with a calculating coldness and the other with a child's curiosity. Voldemort had chosen.

The child reached up, towards him. Beckoning him forward.

He leaned down, his face near the child's.

The child giggled, reaching his hands up and placing them on either side of Voldemort's face. Grabbing onto his ears.

Voldemort took time to study the child.

His silky black locks were messy, but in a... cute sort of fashion. Almond shaped eyes were alight with happiness, his tiny lips were parted, giggles escaping every now and then. His dark green eyes seemed to shine with innocence.

His sister was utterly different from him, her red locks were easily identified. Voldemort almost bet that she would grow to look almost exactly like Lily Potter.

"Harry James Potter." He said, his voice so soft it was a hiss. He placed his hand to the boy's chest, almost pulling back at the power he held within him.

"You would do great things in the future, but I cannot allow you to live. If only you were Malfoy's child, you would have made such a remarkable addition to me." He said, taking a step away from the crib. The small child had placed his thumb in his mouth, watching him with curious eyes. The child gurgled when he saw Voldemort's wand, thinking he was going to play with him like his father would, letting out little puffs from the tip of the wand.

"Avada Kedavra!" He said, the dark green spell ripped through the air and brushed Harry, but just as the green light enveloped the child, a warm glow filled the air.

The killing curse fought with the light, a mix of white and green. When all of a sudden the white overpowered.

The room lit up, screams of agony, exploded from Voldemort, his remaining bit of soul ripped from his body.

The light faded, leaving only two crying babies, one with a scar on her forehead, a wand, a cloak, and a sinister air in the room.

Suddenly, a black cloud burst from inside the cloak, the cloud separated, creating two clouds. One flew out the window, towards the forest Voldemort would reside in for several years.

And the other flew towards Harry Potter, entering the boy.

Harry stopped crying, and for the briefest moments, his wonderfully green eyes turned red.