The Potters were a respectable and perfect light family, at least they were now that George and Harry Potter were born. Lily and James Potter couldn't be happier, they were glad that they now had children of their own, although they felt a little uncomfortable with bringing them into this war-torn world, the thought of them pushed them to fight harder, to try harder, they needed to win this war, for them.

George and Harry Potter were like a mix between his parents, George had the pretty facial features of his mother and her hair, but had James hazel eyes; Harry had the aristocratic features of a pureblood, from James of course and his bird nest he called hair, the only thing he seemed to have inherited from his mother were his eyes, brilliant green eyes that seemed to shine on their own.

Godric's Hollow was a rather secluded residential area, much like a suburb but for magical people, that is were the Potters lived, in a rather small house down the street, the house was pretty and cozy in itself, made of wood, with it́s two floors, with a kitchen on the left side of the first floor, a living room on the right and a dining room in the middle, behind the stairs and the entrance, on the second floor were three bedrooms, one for the twins, decorated with Quidditch posters and flying snitches, courtesy of James Potter of course; the second bedroom was like a storage room, reserved for when the twins needed individual bedrooms; and the third was the master bedroom with the custome king size bed and the usual furniture, in front of the hall was the bathroom and a closet for blankets and that kind of stuff. All in all, it would warm up the hearts of whoever entered it. Sadly nowadays people hardly ever came any more; well it was to be expected, that's the purpose of going into hiding after all.

James Potter was not a happy man at the moment, being caged in his own house for nearly two months now was taking it's toll on him, he was an outside man, he liked playing Quidditch, hunting down Death Eaters, well that not so much but hell he would accept that if it meant going out of this prision. Things were also bad with Lily, the hot tempered red head had been in hysterics ever since Dumbledore had told them the prophecy concerning either one of their twins or the Longbottom boy nearly three months ago, and it was draining them both, Lily was like a zombie and snapped at James almost everytime, which James was getting fed up with, and that is why James Potter could be seen tiptoeing to the front door, he had eveything planned, Lily was in their room taking a nap and hopefully would not notice him leaving, hoping to get a walk around the block he started to open the door. But fate had other plans.

Just as James opened the door he saw a dark figure in the entrance, his eyes widened dramtically and he fumbled for his wand, but the figure was faster and slashed his wand downwards, sending a stunning hex towards the defensless Potter who stood no chance and crunpled in a heap to the ground.

Lord Voldemort was a happy man, if he still was one anyway, about a month ago Peter Pettigrew had informed him that a prophecy had been made concernig him and three possible children, the Potter twins or the Longbottom boy, the rat animagus had not known the full contents of the prophecy, his friends had only told him the general idea as the explanation for they were going into hiding, the rat had said that they were using the Fidelius Charm for their purpose, as were the Longbottoms, he also had said that the Potters would most likely choose the Black traitor as their secret keeper, but he ignored who the Longbottom's secret keeper would be.

The Dark Lord had sent out some of his minions to spy on Balck, so when he was made Secret Keeper he would have him right away, yet things had gone even smoother, Black had said the Pettigrew should be made Secret Keeper and he would act as a diversion. And that is why Lord Voldemort was so happy right now, tonight he would get rid of two out of the three potential candidates for the misterious prophecy; he was only waiting for Pettigrew to arrive with the location and it would end.

Pettigrew was not a happy man, he had betrayed his friends, his long time school friends, well, yes Sirius could be a right ass some times but James...James had always been the person Peter looked up to, he admired him, he had worshiped him, he was everything he could hope to be, James was tall, well built with his aristocratic features, perfect nose high cheekbones, the unruly hair that all girls seemed to adore, charismatic, intelligent, all in all the best friend one could hope to have; and he...who was he, Peter Pettigrew, the short plump, shy and ugly guy everyone seemed to make fun of, everybody but James, he never laughed at him, not even when his animagus transformation had gone wrong and had gotten large teeth and tail, he had helped him, even Black and Lupin had laughed at him. Everything was perfect...until Lily arrived, she had taken HIS James away. When he went dating with Lily to Hogsmeade he would be left alone at the castle, Moony and Padfoot would't even talk to him, James was the only thing that attached him to the Marauders, and as so he didn't wanted him to die, but more was his desire to break Lily Potter nee Evans, she had destroyed his life, his frienship, he had taken away all that was his, all that really mattered to him, and if getting Lily meant James had to go too, no matter how hard it was he was ready to do that sacrifice. And that was why he entered the Dark Lord's throne room with a sorrowful expression, Sacrifices needed to be made.

The Dark Lord's mansion was a damp place to be blunt, it was made of cold stone, but unlike Hogwarts, it lacked the cheerful, welcoming atmosphere Hogwarts gave, the whole mansion was cold, the smell of death, suffering and insanity always lingering in every corner, and, as said Dark Lord, not a pretty sight. Said mansion was one of the most warded places in all Britain, as was to be expected, after all Voldemort didn't become the current Dark Lord by exposing himself to the whole Wizarding World, but that didn't seem to satisfy the Dark Lord, as nobody but him knew the exact location of the mansion, he just summoned his Death Eaters and altered the wards for admitting entrance to those he had summoned; it did not matter if one was a Death Eater, if you weren't summoned you couldn't apparate nor portkey in. Some said Voldemort was paranoic, they had no idea.

The throne room was a very large room, a little bigger than the Great Hall in Hogwarts, just a lot more creepy, the entrance were three meter high metal doors that were charmed not to be as heavy as they should, the doors opened to the inside, and directly in front, altough quite a long distance away, was the throne were the Dark Lord sat during meetings, to the sides were columns made entirely of stone, and had shackles facing the opposite column, some of wich were still blood stained.

Voldemort saw Pettigrew enter the room and couldn't help but smirk 'Finally' he thought, and waited for Pettigrew to bow and give him the news.

"Master I have the location of the Potters..."Pettigrew said and couln't help but shiver a little, the snake faced, red eyed Dark Lord was certainly intimidating.

"Well, what are you waiting for fool, where is it" snapped Volemort, he was growing impatient, he wanted to finish this as soon as possible.

"The Potter's residence can be found in Number 15 Godric's Hollow" Pettigrew recited mechanically.

The Dark Lord got up and dissaparated without a moments hesitation.

He appeared outside number two in Godric's Hollow and without a second thought he twirled his wand above his head, dissilusioned himself and strode towards number 15. As he passed the houses he couldn't help but think about his life as Dark Lord, sure he was pleased with what he had accomplished so far, but there were always cons to it, for example he couldn't just go out in all the raids as he would like, it would not inspire as much fear as if he appeared randomly, maybe he could win the war faster but with Dumbledore alive he felt insecure, the old man's power was no real match for him now, but the experience and knowledge the old man had acquired during his life were an edge he was still wary of, and while he would never accept it he feared Dumbledore, at least thirty years ago, when he had just got out of school and started his quest, back then Dumbledore was really powerful and he was still old, he shuddered at the thought of what would have happened had he lived in Dumbledore's youth, the crazy transfiguration master would have given him a run for his money in raw power, even though without rituals...or so he thought, but alas Dumbledore's time was coming to an end, and his was just beggining (for a wizard his prime is from 30 to 70, as they tend to live for over 150 years), 'yes, with the death of this children and if the prophecy that blasted Pettigrew told me about has anything true in it, I will be invincible'. It was with that thought in mind that he stoped between number 14 and 16 and thought 'The Potter's residence can be found in Number 15 Godric's Hollow' and the space between the two houses enlarged to allow another to take place. And so he tensed his whole body in anticipation to the battle.

He knew what to do, he would stun both parents, and then when he had killed their children he would show the corpses to their parents, then he would torture them a bit more phisically and then he would rid the world of the blasted Potter line, 'Yes, that should teach them that no one escapes my grasp'. He was about to unlock the door, when he saw the door open on its own, he stared incredously at the door before recovering himself and with a perfect salshing motion with his wand sent Potter to the ground stunned. 'How ironic' thought Voldemort still surprised that James would open the door 'Well all the better'. He then proceeded silently to check the first floor for any human, when he found none, he proceeded upstairs, casting a basic silencing ward on the stairs; when he reached the top he went to check each room finding the twins sleeping soundly in their room he resisted the urge to curse them on the spot 'It wouldn't do if the mudblood got a chance to call for aid' he thought and proceeded on the next, finding it full of junk, he closed the door and went to check the last room, he silently opened the door and found Lily Potter sleeping peacefully in the bed, he then cast the same curse as he did on James, and saw with a satisfied smile as Lily tensed for a second before relaxing, everything was going according to plan, now he just needed to kill those twins torture the Potters a little and it would be finished, the Potters would bother him no more. Fate it seemed had other plans.

Voldemort entered silently to the twins' room and went over to their crib, what he saw would forever remain in his mind, it seemed one of the twins was awake, and for a strange reason seemed to be understanding what was happening, he was sitting in the crib leaning against the crib's bars and was watching him with the brightest green eyes Voldemeort had ever seen, they were staring at him, they were judging him, at that moment Voldemort felt uncertainty, he felt uncomfortable being there, but he was there to complete something and he'll be damned if he was going to turn like those idiots that called themselves Death Eaters that could hardly ever get something done the right way. Steeling himself he aimed his wand at the green eyed boy and muttered the most feared words in the Wizarding World.

"Avada Kedavra"

The green light hypnotised him, the eerie green glow, the feeling of death that the curse left behind, his eyes never left the curse and therefore he didn't notice that the green light should have dissapeared already, so it was too late, the curse hit him straight on the chest and he felt nothing but pain, unbelievable pain, at that moment he could do nothing but scream as his soul was tored from his body, and with a final backlash of magic, the Dark Lord's physical form was no more.

Harry had awakened in the middle of the night to a strange feeling, as a one year old he could not associate it with nothing, as almost everything was new and strange to him; yet this felt different somehow, he sat there watching his brother sleep next to him; that's when he saw him, peering from the door was a man with red eyes, he felt scared but for a strange reason couln't help but stare at the man, he was deadly scared, yet never a whimper escaped his mouth nor a tear his eyes. He saw the man point something at him and mutter some words, he saw a flash of green light and then his world was reduced to one word: pain; he felt like his head would split in two at any moment, he felt his whole body burn, he felt like life was being drained out of him, and then he gratefully embraced unconsciousness.

What happened next would be forever lost to the Wizarding World, and thus no one forsaw the consecuences that were to come from it.

When Voldemort lost his body, the magical backlash pushed both twins against the crib's bars as well and lit one of the Quidditch posters on the nearest wall, as Harry was already leaning against the bars he just got pressed against them, but George was not so lucky and hit himself in one bar in the forehead, and as the fire extended to the roof, a chunk of wood came crashing to the crib just as Lily and James came entering to their room, and hit Harry in the forehead.

As Voldemort vanished, Lily and James groggily woke up, James being the first to take into the situation, he quickly got up and went for the master bedroom where he found Lily massaging his temples as if she had a headache, when he entered, she turned to look at him with an annoyed expression; James was breathing hard and sighed soundly in relief before his eyes widened in horror.

"The twins.." he whispered before sprinting towards his children's room, Lily following behind with a confused expression on her face. James came in front of the door and heard something that resembled wood cracking and a fire, before opening the door just in time for him and Lily to see a piece of wood fall and hit Harry in the corner of his forehead. Lily let out an anguish gasp and proceeded to the crib to inspect her two son's, when she was sure both were alive, altough Harry seemed (to her) to be using all his magic to try to stay alive, as he was low in reserves whereas George who had low reserves too, was only unconcious as if some force had made him spin, a curse for example; putting a tight leash on her emotions she proceeded downstairs to floo Albus and St. Mungo's while James extinguished the fire. 'First thing's first'

"St. Mungo's emergencies" Lily called out before sticking her head through the fire.

Albus Dumbledore was not a happy man, at the moment at least, he had too much paperwork for his tastes, after all being the Headmaster of Hogwarts, the Chief Warlock of the Wizengamot, and the Supreme Mugwump of the International Confederation of Wizards was sure to give him loads of paperwork, but he didn't have to like it, he just did it for the political advantages it gave him in the Wizarding World, he really wanted to help people but how could a nobody help, no, that is why he had sought political power, magical power he had but that was not all, he prefered magic as a studying subject, yes, practice and perfect himself in that area but he had no desire in compelling people like Voldemort did, by fear of the retaliation if they did not follow. Voldemort...another of his problems, every time he thought about Tom Riddle in his early years at Hogwarts he couldn't help but sigh, how could that child, always eager to learn something new, had turned out the way he did was beyond him, yes the muggles in the orphange treated him bad, but that was no excuse, in his early days, Albus had also suffered at the hands of the bullies of Hogwarts, Tom had only turned out as the very same thing he hated; that man he would never understand completely.

He was shaken out of his musings as the fireplace besides his desk roared and the face of Lily Potter came out of it.

"Albus you need to come here, I think Voldemort was here, the twins are injured so I called some healers from St. Mungo's, please hurry"

"Right away Lily, step out and I'll cross"

With that Lily Potter stepped out of the way and Dumbledore came through the fireplace into the Potter household.

"Thank god you are here Albus I don't know what to do, one moment I went to take a nap and the other I wake up, James comes barging into our room and mutters something about the twins and we got to their room and...and..." Here Lily started to sob uncontrollably

"It's OK Lily, you are fine James is fine and the twins are fine, let's just worry about their health for now" Albus soothed Lily while they went upstairs to the children's room. As soon as he entered the bedroom, he knew something big had happened here, the place looked like a battle zone, half the bedroom was burnt, the twins in the crib were bloody and at the side of the crib was a pile of dust that seemed to reek Dark magic. He then went to the Potter brothers and took out his wand, with a glance at Lily and James, and a nod from both he proceeded to wave a complex pattern with his wand and George glowed a red color, repeating the process with Harry, said child also turned red also and Dumbledore frowned.

"Well, it seems that both, George and Harry have low magical reserves..." at both Lily's and James' nods he continued "They also seem to have been 'splashed' so to speak with Dark Magic, which is why I believe that the scars that both have will not fade away, they will close but not dissapear, but I don't understand how can they both be low in reserves, it does not make sense..."

Lily exchanged a glance with James and he spoke up "Wll, Albus there is the fact that when we entered the room, a rather large piece of wood hit Harry on the forehead, and...well...we think that his reserves are low because his magic is helping him sustain himself"

Albus looked pensieve for a moment before waving a pattern with his wand and Harry glowed black, Albus' eyes widened before rushing out of the room and into the fireplace and calling out.

"Pomfrey Residence, London" He stucked his head through the fireplace, and seemed to converse for a while and when he pulled his head out of the fireplace, the flames roared a brighter green and in came strolling a very tense Madame Pomfrey.

"Where is he Albus?" The nurse asked not bothering with the formalities.

"Upstairs, first room to the left, acrooss" Albus replied looking very pale.

When he came upstairs again he saw two very distressed James and Lily Potter, he went to them and spoke.

"Lily, James you were right, Harry's magic was indeed sustaining his life, but he was running far too low and was slowly loosing his grip, also the Dark Magic prevented Harry's innate magic to heal himself, instead, the only thing he could do was prevent further damage. This is why I believe George Potter is the one that defeated Voldemort, somehow George's magic should have reacted to Voldemort's, whatever the cause was, and destroyed Voldemort; I can only guess here, I do not know for certain what was that George did to destroy the Dark Lord, but I'm almost certain that it was him".

"He's stable now Albus" the nurse said in an almost relieved tone.

"Where the bloody hell are those mediwizards" Lily bellowed, remembering for the first time since calling Albus that they were supposed to have arrived at least 10 minutes ago.

The Daily Prophet

The Dark Lord: Gone

by John Riggs

Yesterday evening, Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore, Chief Warlock of the Wizengamot and Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, gave a press conference in wich he stated: "The threat of the Dark Lord is no more, two days ago young George Potter defeated him, by wich means I ignore, but rest assured, I verified myself, the Dark Lord has vanished. Nevertheless, I urge the community to be more aware, it was us who created Voldemort, others may rise, maybe we can not do anything about it but we can prepare for an extreme situation".

As you see, the Dark Lord will no longer bother our peaceful community, all around the country people are celebrating, while some Death Eaters have been captured and are being interrogated in the Ministry of Magic. For more information on:

Albus Dumbledore pg-3

You-Know-Who pg-10

Death Eater's list pg-15

From that day on George Potter was hailed the Boy-Who-Conquered and Harry Potter was forgotten to the Wizarding World, but there would come the time where he would prove himself, he would show them how wrong they were, he would show them that he was not someone to be taken lightly. He would show them.