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Disclaimer: I do not own the Harry Potter series.

"Lily! Get the boys!" shouted James as he desperately tried to stun the attacking Death Eaters.

Lily ran up the stairs and into the boys' room to protect the Potter heir, Harry James Potter, and his younger brother, Stephan Charles Potter. She started muttering spells while waving her wand towards the door in complicated intricate motions.

'Hopefully this would be enough…,' thought Lily worriedly. 'Oh please be okay, James.'

Downstairs, James was trying as hard as he can to get rid of the attackers, but it was all in vain. More and more Death Eaters soon broke through the protective wards and easily overpowered James, then left him stunned lying face first on the ground.

James struggled to get himself free, but it was no use. Even his sheer will alone could not fight off the power of their magic. All he could do was watch helplessly as more Death Eaters came, followed shortly by Lord Voldemort himself.

Voldemort quickly made his way to the room, confidence reflecting in his powerful stride to where the Potter boys were being held. He didn't know which boy would be the one powerful enough to end him, so he decided to just kill them both. With a wandless bombarda, the door exploded despite the enchantments, such was the power of the Elder wand, knocking out Lily in the process.

Voldemort sneered disdainfully down at the bodies of Lily and James Potter and ordered, "Bring these two away from here. I don't want any distractions."

He turned to both cribs, holding the two boys, one of which was fated to become his end. He then noticed Harry, the eldest child, looking at him with power radiating from his form. Voldemort had no doubt now. Harry would be the prophesied child.

Gleeful to see the death of the only person who could have stopped him, he pointed his wand at Harry and cast his favorite curse, "Avada Kedavra!" He grinned maliciously.

A bright green light burst out of his wand and flew to the eldest Potter. As the spell was about to reach Harry, a golden shield burst out of his body and formed a shield around his brother and himself. The Killing Curse reflected of the shield, and flew towards a dark lord, frozen in shock at what had just transpired.

Voldemort snapped out of his shock and quickly casted a reducto. 'If I'm going down, might as well bring the Potter boy down with me,' he thought.

When the Killing Curse hit Voldemort, his soul was ripped off his body with a small piece flying towards Harry's forehead, etching in his forehead a peculiar lightning bolt-shaped scar. From then on, the Dark Lord was never to be seen again.

The roof started collapsing around the Potter boys from the Dark Lord's Reducto, while Harry's magic struggled to keep his shield in place.

When the last bits of rubble collapsed, Harry drained the last of his magical reserves and fell unconscious.

Stephan however, was still conscious and was still screaming his lungs out as the last bits of wood scratched along his cheek, scratching out an 'L' shaped scar.

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Dumbledore sat in his office, planning his next course of action now that he knew that either one of the children, Harry Potter, Stephan Potter and Neville Longbottom, could be the prophesied child. He rubbed his temples, frustration clear on his face, as he wondered what to do with the three. Perhaps he could train them before school?

Then something strange happened, one of his trinkets, his crystal ball shattered and landed in pieces on the carpeted floor.

His skin paled and his expression turned weary. Something had happened at the Potters' and he was sure of it.

'I just hope I'm not too late.' He thought worriedly, then he apparated on the spot to Godric's Hollow.

He was faced with a horrifying site as the Potter cottage at Godric's Hollow collapsed.

He searched the wreckage for any survivors and was happy to find the Potter boys alive, though the eldest was still unconscious.

While carrying the two baby boys in his arms, he scouted the area for Lily and James Potter, to see them disillusioned around the back of the wreckage. As Lily and James were brought back to consciousness by a quick Ennervate, the couple snatched their sons from the old man's arms to comfort them.

Dumbledore decided to tell them of the prophecy. 'If my theory is correct and one of the Potter boys is the prophesized child, then they deserve to know,' he thought.

"Lily… James, there is something you must know. I'm afraid Voldemort has been looking for the prophesized child and his search led him here," he said. Noticing their looks of confusion, he continued, "You see, a prophecy was made by a divinator, Sybil Trelawney. It was a prophecy about a child who would be destined to kill Voldemort. "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 ..."

Lily and James looked joyously at one another before Lily spoke, "Are you saying that one of our children is destined to kill You-Know-Who?"

Dumbledore just nodded in confirmation.

James asked excitedly, "Well who is it going to be then? Harry or little Stephan?"

Dumbledore didn't really know so he studied the two little Potters. He looked between the two of them to see a scar on each of their faces. One of an 'L' shape and one of a lightning bolt. Since both of them were marked, he used a spell to see their magical cores. He found Harry's core to be so lacking in magic, that he could be classified as a squib while Stephan's core was that of a normal baby boy. Little did he know that Harry's depleted core was because of straining his magical core on the golden shield, and that his magic would replenish over time.

After deciding Stephan would be the prophesied child, he declared "I present to you Stephan Charles Potter, the Boy-Who-Lived!"

I hope this chapter is long enough for you guys! Things get even more interesting on the next chapter. Please write me reviews so I know of what to work on as well as suggestions.

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