Disclaimer- I swear, no matter how much I don't want to admit it, that Harry Potter, and Naruto do not belong to me. They belong to their respective owners, J.K. Rowling, and some guy that writes awesome anime. goes off into a corner and cries
Also, the first few chapters actually are based on an abandoned work of Renegade Pot Smoker. I saw that it was abandoned, and have since then adopted it.
It was a peaceful night in Godric's Hallow, nothing was amiss, and children had finished trick or treating mere hours before. But around midnight, a darkened figure detached itself from the shadows of the nearby woods, an act which would cause him to unknowingly start his own downfall. The figure calmly, almost leisurely, glided down the street, a blackened cloak, which seemed to suck in the light, fluttering around him. His destination? A soon to be demolished home; the home of one Lily, James, and Arianna Potter. The figure? A humanoid monster, once a human wizard, name Lord Voldemort
The Dark Lord finally slowed down to a halt in front of a large two story cottage. He shivered in anticipation of his dark plans, and inside his hood, crimson eyes flashed in a twisted sort of joy. After all, what is more evil, then the taking of a life of an innocent, one year old child? A silent, cold laugh escaped snake-like lips. What fun. And the girl's parents, so goody-two-shoes, so happy, so on the Light side. They had been nothing but an annoying thorn since they entered the magical world. Now he would finally be rid of them and their little abomination of a child. Heh. A child destined to defeat him? No half-baked prophecy from an insane squib could mean anything to him. After all, he was the Dark Lord, the Lord over Darkness, and the one, who he though, was destined to rule the world. Feh. No prophecy could stop one as powerful as himself. Nothing could.
He silently unlocked the gate leading to the front door, and glided forward. He paused again at the door, as a cold smirk adorned his face. Nothing would stop him now. Lord Voldemort was here. "Reducto." His eyes flashed as he whispered the silent word, and blew apart the mahogany doorframe. He laughed, almost wildly as he saw a handsome man with piercing hazel eyes panic and scream out,
"Lily, take Arianna and go! It's him! Go! Run! I'll hold him off-" An evil laugh filled the room as Voldemort smoothly lifted up his own wand. He gave another nasty chuckle. "You know James," he hissed darkly. "You could have been great. You could have been my right hand, and my highest servant, had you just given in to me." Another chuckle. "A pity. Such a waste. Avada Kedavra." The face of the man, James, froze in anger and pain, as his body fell to the floor, lifeless.
Voldemort smirked again, and leisurely walked past the body. He looked upon the corpse's terrified face again with mixed glee and disgust. "Such a waste" he murmured again. He turned and slinked up the stairs and walked to the end of the hallway.
On the other side of the door, Lily heard her husbands shout. "No…" She whispered. "No!" She turned around and grabbed her daughter swiftly. She turned swiftly, and fell to the ground as a crack rang through the air. "A anti-apparation field! Who could- Peter! How could he!" The little baby in her arms started to whimper slightly, and she quickly turned her attention to the toddler. "Mommy's sorry baby, mommy's so sorry…" She looked up at the door in worry. How long until death arrived… "No! I cannot think like that! I will not allow him to hurt my baby!" She scanned her memory for spell that she could use in defending her son. Nothing… She squeezed her eyes shut, and growled slightly. "Nothing is not good enough! What could." She froze as a whispered breeze flowed across her memory, a half-forgotten song that her mother had sung to her as a child.
Hush little infant, stay your cry's,
Momma's gonna sing you a lullaby.
Of meadows in spring, and flowers that bloom,
Momma's gonna tell you a story or two.
Hush little infant, hear this song,
A tale to protect, and a song that was sung.
A land far away, in a world not of our's,
Was born a wee infant, with eyes much like thy's,
Stifle thy cry's, and remember to grow,
Strong, and proud, and wise and bold!
Hush little infant, I'll always be there,
Blood protects their own; and you I bare…
"Blood…" Lily whispered softly. "Blood protects their own…" Words seemed to flow through her mind, most flowing language, but a few of the words she could understand. Her face hardened; she had to.
She placed the toddler in his cradle, and, using her wand, chalked intricate markings into the floor around the baby. She started to whisper quickly, taking care to pronounce her words. "Vita Parumper Vita.." Unspoken words seemed to hang in the air. Life for a life….
Lily spoke again, her sweet voice coated in worry, as she changed her wand into a black handled athame. "Cruor Pro Meus Cruor…" Blood for my blood… Lily slit her palm, and used it to add more markings to the circle.
She once again spoke in a haunting voice "Salus Parumper Parvulus…" Safety for my child…. She bowed her head, almost as if in prayer, with her hands clasped in front. The circled glowed, unseen by all except the maker, and the one it was made for. Little Arianna looked around curiously.
The door blasted open, and Lily flipped around to see a cloaked figure. Voldemort… She swallowed a gasp. She couldn't make any sound, other then the actual chants, for the ritual to work.
Voldemort cackled at the fear on the read-head women's face.
The women stayed silent, her tearful eyes silently pleading with him, her crimson hair streaming down her back in waves.
He frowned in slight confusion, yet he quickly shrugged it off. "Stand aside. Stand aside, girl!." Voldemort said in a cold voice. Still the women stood her ground in front her child., and actually seemed to be whispering something. His eyes widened in fear and rage as her voice drifted over to him.
"... Ianua superum." Door of the Gods.
"Fool!" He raged. His plans! "Avada Kedavra." He swiftly turned to the confused child in anger. "Avada Kedavra!"
Arianna watched in confusion. Why wasn't mommy moving? She looked at the figure who seemed to ooze an evilness, and watched in confusion as a green light sped towards him. She tilted his head to the side, as the circle of lights brightened, and became blinding.
Voldemort's eyes widened. "A circle…. No!" He watched, frozen, as a shimmering silver barrier snapped into existence, blocking most of the curse. A green sliver managed to worm its way through the shield, and slammed into the toddlers forehead, engraving a scar in the shape of a lightning bolt.
As if in slow motion, Voldemort watched in horror as the remainder of the spell rebounded of the shield and streamed towards the original caster. He screeched, an unearthly, echoing sound, as he was hit with his own spell, his last sight, the picture of a little year old girl with glowing Avada Kedara green eyes, and a shimmering lightning bolt scar.
Not a second later after the defeat of the Dark Lord, the child was sucked into a Vortex that appeared beneath him. Not even a half an hour after the occurrence, all that a certain gruff and gentle gamekeeper would be able to find, was the dead bodies of Lily and James Potter, a pile of ashes, and a burn mark of an intricate circle with fading strands silver above it.