Authors note: Will be going through and editing this story. My apologies it's taken so long.

'parsletongue'

*gobbledygook*

"human speech"

Chapter 1 The beginning of the beginning

It was supposed to be a normal night of cheer and festivities. Nothing was supposed to go wrong.

The protections had been set on their house with the Fidelius. With Peter in hiding they were safe and could enjoy the celebrations of Halloween.

However, a man in a dark flowing cloak stepped out of the shadows and walked towards a house in Godric's Hollow.

Stepping around the children in costumes, he blended in with them.

He, Lord Voldemort would not allow the Potter's to survive the night.

The door was blasted to the back of the room and the Dark Lord walked found a house empty of it's residents.

Hearing cries above him, he gracefully swept up the stairs only to find a young woman barricading a door with her body. A flash of green light and she slumped down uselessly as the cries continued.

He opened up the door to find a crib in where a child with messy red hair and hazel eyes was crying, "You must be the child of prophecy, Alexander Potter. Your the only thing in my from reaching immortality so you'll have to go now. Avada Kedavra!"

The sickly green jet of light shot towards the boy but as it hit him a golden light appeared around the curse and out of sheer improbability the spell was rebounded back to it's owner

A backlash of magic from the rebound causing the room to be destroyed and slam a 4 year old who had gone unnoticed into a wall in the of the bedroom as the Dark Lord's body was destroyed with ease but a wraith screamed and rose from the remnants of the body, escaping out of one of windows.

Small pops unnoticeable through the crackling of flames and a building falling apart went off. Two young adults rushed into the burning house as the 3rd, older figure surveyed the surroundings before following in holding a frown on his face. All three ran into the nursery bedroom.

The woman ran over to Alexander who had spotted this figure as his mother and was now quiet. "Alex! Your okay, thank Merlin. James look he's okay!" James went over and a gave his wife a hug. "Of course he is, he's a Potter and Potter's don't go down without a fight!"

He noticed a marking that ran along his son's left arm that looked like a spear and turned to the quite older man that entered into the room, "Hey Dumbledore, what is this mark along Alex's arm?" Dumbledore ran his wand across the scar with a twinkle appearing in his eyes, "Your son has seemed to survive the killing curse from Lord Voldemort, the scar is residue from the amount of magic used."

Lily smiled at her son in her arms "He's the Boy Who Lived James, he can fulfill the prophecy." The two parents left the room in a gleeful manner trying to spend as much time with their youngest son as possible.

Back in the room where the two elder Potters were, was Dumbledore thinking with a frown at the actions of the couple.

He mentally sighed and left hoping this was a beginning to a peaceful era.

That night there was celebration all across England about the fall of a certain Dark Lord and cheers to the Potter family. You could hear people saying their savior's name, "Alex Potter."

Throughout the celebrations there were two people who weren't celebrating that night.

Dumbledore sat in his office contemplating how to destroy Voldemort once and for all. The other was a 4 year old boy who was sitting against a wall in a nursery bedroom of a destroyed and forgotten house attempting to keep his eyes open but failing.

Silence reigned over the Potter's house in Godric's Hollow as a Dark Lord's plan failed and a boy who was forgotten about. He has messy black hair and emerald green eyes, this boy's name is Harry Potter.