Chapter 1

The fall of The Dark Lord

October 31st 1981

It was a quiet evening when it happened. James Potter was reading Quidditch through the ages to his one year old son Arthur. Arthur was a near copy of James with the exception of his eyes, like his mother he has emerald eyes. Lily Potter nee' Evans was fondly watching her two boys while gently rocking her sleeping three month old daughter Morgana.

The couple were just about to put the children to bed when the wards went off. James who was the closest to the door quickly handed their son to his wife. "Lily he's here! Take the kids and run!" He didn't wait for an answer he set about building defenses as quickly as he can, transfiguring the furniture into numerous creatures before grabbing his ancestor's sword from its mount above the fireplace. With his sword in one hand and his wand at the ready in the other he was ready to protect his family.

Meanwhile Lily fled to the nursery knowing that she didn't have time to escape she quickly hugged her son and daughter one last time and set about drawing some runes around the crib starting with her youngest. Lily was about to start on her son's crib when the door blasted open and in stalked the Dark Lord.

Voldemort tried to spare the redhead but in the end he killed her, which activated the runes around Morgana's crib. Voldemort was about to kill Arthur when green and red lights surrounded the girls cradle drew his attention. Voldemort turned to see the sleeping toddler open her eyes for the first time that night. Startling Avada Kadava green eyes met blood red before the girl giggled and pointed at the Dark Lord before saying "boom" in a cute little voice.

That one word seemed to set off a chain reaction as the rune finished charging and the red and green glow entered little Morgana's heart, Voldemort fired the killing curse at the boy intending on killing the boy and taking the girl with him to raise as a dark lady. But with a flick of her wrist Morgana rebounded the curse back to him killing Voldemort but causing the roof to collapse leaving Arthur with a lightning bolt on his forehead and a serpent on Morgana's wrist.

Exhausted from such a huge feat of magic the exhausted three month old took one last look at her mamma before she fell asleep. The next time she woke up she was on her Aunt's doorstep in the cold frigid November air where she would spend the next eleven years preparing for her return to the wizarding world where she would get her revenge.