A/N: This is my first fanfic, and I know it is extremely short.

Disclamer: I do not own Harry Potter

Prologue

"Lily, take Harry and go! It's him! Go! Run! I'll hold him off-" James screamed to his wife from the hall of their cozy home in Gordic's Hollow. The Dark Lord laughed cruelly, as if mocking James for so carelessly leaving his wand on the sofa. How was he supposed to hold off the greatest and most feared wizard of all time without his wand? He was probably as prepared as a muggle. "Avada Kedavra!" Bright green light illuminated the hallway and James Potter fell, blank eyes staring up at the celling, seeing no more.

He climbed the steps, listening to Lily screaming while trying to barricade herself and Harry in a room. How stupid, she forgot her wand, just like her husband. And they call her the brightest witch in her time.

Waving his wand, he removed the boxes and furniture stacked hastily against the door, in an obviously failed attempt to keep him out. Dropping Harry in the cot behind her, she flung her arms out, with the intention of protecting him.

"Not Harry, Not Harry, please not Harry!"

"Stand aside, you silly girl … stand aside now … "

"No! Please! Take me instead!"

Why don't he take her too? It would only get her out of the way earlier, and he would finish his task sooner…

Pointing his wand at her, he uttered the words to end Lily Potter's life. She fell to the ground, as bright green light filled the small room. Harry smiled at the pretty green light, not knowing his mother lay dead in front of him, not knowing she had sacrificed her life for him.

Turning to face the smiling infant in the cot, the high cold laughter of Lord Voldemort echoed throughout the partially destroyed house. He raised his wand yet again, pointing it directly in Harry's face.

'Just one more spell' he thought triumphantly. 'One more spell, and I would be invincible. No one would be able to defeat me.'

"Avada Kedavra!"

Suddenly all Voldemort could feel was pain. Intense pain that blinded him as he fled from the house, reduced to mere shadow.

Meanwhile, Voldemort's soul latched onto the only living things left in the house. Harry, and the Potter's cat, which have just walked round the corner, forgotten by everyone.