Prologue

Albus Dumbledore was an incredibly smart man. He was so smart that had already put in protection just in case Lord Voldemort found one of the two boys whom the prophecy he was told by Syrill spoke of. He would be the first to know if anyone attempted to cross the boundaries of either the Potters or the Longbottoms. However, it is truly utterly impossible for any man - no matter how great - to not sleep for so many nights as he had. So he couldn't have been to blame for not immediately waking up when he was notified on his wand that someone unknown was entering the Potters' abode. But his large oak desk hadn't been the greatest place to drift into the inky void of sleep so it wasn't long before he gripped his wand and apparated to James and Lily Potter's quiet cottage home.

As soon as he arrived though, the silence was not comforting and peaceful as it usually was but it was uncertain and foreboding. Rushing through the front door, his wand at the ready, Albus almost didn't see the cold and lifeless body of James potter lying to the side of the hall. "James, no," he said solemnly placing his hand atop the head of his dead friend. He slowly closed James' eyelids and continued on up the stairs at a much more careful pace. There was a light at the end of the upstairs landing coming from a room he knew to be their infant son Harry's. At the bottom of the door frame he saw two legs poking out of someone he couldn't see but suspected he knew, "Lily!" He shouted knowing full well that she couldn't hear him. He entered the room and saw Lily Potter's body in a similar position to her husbands only with her eyes closed. A soft tear trickled down his face and fell onto her's. Preparing himself for the worst he looked up at the cot belonging to Harry and… he was alive! Dumbledore rushed over and lifted up the child in his arms keeping him safe. A hoarse chuckling made him turn and look at the far corner of the room. There sat an injured and weak Voldemort. A rage filled Albus' body and he readied his wand in his free hand. "Why would you kill them but leave Harry, he was who you were after!" He shouted, his eyes red with sadness and fury.

"Oh I tried," Voldemort still chuckled deliriously, "but I should've known a Mother's love was nothing to be trifled with. Her sacrifice must've protected her child."

Albus looked at the baby in his arms, he was completely unblemished apart from a scar on his forehead. "Well look at you now Tom, you're almost dead you will now never triumph over light."

The Dark Lord allowed his old headmaster to use his real name just this once, "I guess you're right, but you should know by now that I always have some contingencies..."

And with that, the light began to fade behind Voldemort's eyes as he began to pass into the world of the dead. Although Albus was uncertain for once in his life about what any of the future may hold, he knew that though Voldemort was dead for now, somehow he would come back.