Disclaimer: Alright people, I'm only saying this once, I own nothing of Harry Potter. Only the plot and any new character you come across is mine.
Shrouds of Mystery
Prologue: And so it begins
All was silent as the cloaked man walked up the pathway to a cozy cottage. A quick look at the moon showed it to be full, as the man made his way to the door. It opened quickly and a short fat man bowed low.
"My lord," the man backed up out of the way of the door as his lord entered.
"Where are the babies Peter?" Lord Voldemort asked, red eyes flashing with glee of what was soon to happen.
"In th…their room, my Lord."
"Leave," Peter bowed his way to the front door before turning tail and running off the Potter's property.
Voldemort hid his disgust at his cowardly servant and made his way up the stairs. He opened the first door to his right, the nursery, and walked in, a cursed knife in one hand, wand in the other.
The diapered twin boys sat on the floor, toys surrounding them. The one closest to the door looked up at Voldemort and smiled, his chubby little hands held up in hopes of being picked up.
Voldemort sneered at the little redhead, "I'll mark and kill you first." Ignoring the second twin, the black haired one who quietly watched the stranger, Voldemort made his way past the toys and kneeled before the first twin. Sparing a quick look to make sure nothing could see him in his comprising position on the floor, Voldemort sent a binding spell at the redhead.
Taking his knife, Voldemort slowly began cutting an L on the chest of the one-year-old, the knife hissing as it touched flesh. Unsatisfied with the silence, he undid the binding spell from the redhead's neck and up. Young screams filtered throughout the room as a V was cut next to the L.
Ignoring the second twin who was crawling over to his brother, Voldemort stood up and pointed his wand at the crying twin. "Avadva Kedavra,"
The second twin cried out as the sickly green color of the killing curse shot out of the wand and headed straight for his brother. Voldemort could only stare in growing horror as a pink bubble came out of the second twin, surrounding him and his brother. The pink bubble deflected the killing curse, sending it back at its castor.
He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named let out an inhuman scream as he was hit by his own curse. Bursts of magic released caused the house to buckle and begin crumbling.
Slowing the car down, Hawk sighed in relief. He had thought he would never loose the police. He looked around at the scenery of the small village, not too far from London, thankfully. Ever the thief, Hawk noticed the cottage on his left. The door was off its hinges and parts of the roof littering the ground around the cottage. He felt the need to explore for anything worth taking before the house collapsed completely. Which it looked like it would be soon.
Pulling the stolen car over to the side of the road, Hawk unconnected the wires keeping it running. He walked over to the cottage making sure to keep to what shadows there were just in case someone was out walking on the fine night. He hated full moons; there were fewer shadows and a better chance at getting caught stealing.
Slipping inside, Hawk reminded himself not to touch anything he wasn't going to take. Looking at the living room, Hawk grinned, there were plenty of items he could pawn off. His horrible day was finally turning around. Reaching for a small glass sculpture, Hawk froze. There was a noise like crying coming from upstairs. Hawk grabbed the knife he always carried with him. made his way over to the stairs in a crouch. The crying grew slightly louder by the stairs.
As he made his up the stairs, Hawk noticed the damage that had to the cottage been done was getting increasingly worse. The crying led him to the first room on the right. It looked like a nursery, though it was so damaged Hawk couldn't be sure.
Sitting in the middle of the room, a black haired baby cried softly, his little hands pressed against his bleeding forehead. Hawk made his way past the rubble, anger growing inside of him. Who would leave a baby alone in a collapsing building. He knew people did horrible things, just look at his father had done to him but this was vile. Grabbing the baby gently and holding him just as gently, Hawk noticed another baby lying motionless in a pool of blood pinned under a drawer from the nearby broken and charred dresser. Seething, Hawk looked away from the baby he assumed was dead. He would kill whoever did this.
A chunk of plaster hitting his shoulder reminded Hawk of where he was and he quickly made his way back down the stairs with the now quiet baby in his arms. Hawk grabbed the glass sculpture and a few other trinkets on his way to the door. Taking care of a child cost money, money that he didn't have but there was no way the baby in his arms was going to an orphanage.
Getting in the car, Hawk set the baby whose age he assumed was around one, in the passenger seat with the seatbelt buckled. Knowing the seatbelt wouldn't really help if he got in an accident, Hawk was determined to drive carefully and take the longer, yet safer, route to the car shop. Hot-wiring the car Hawk drove off, not knowing whom he had really taken with him.
The next morning found articles upon articles of the Daily Profit selling out because of the news it contained.
CODY POTTER KILLED HE-WHO-MUST-NOT-BE-NAMED
Last night, He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named attacked the home of James and Lily Potter. The Potters have spent the past year under the Fidilus charm, safe from attacks until their secret keeper and school friend Peter Pettigrew betrayed them. Last night while the two elder Potters visited Headmaster Albus Dumbledore, the twins, Cody and Harry Potter were under the care Pettigrew. He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named went after the twins to kill them for reasons unknown. Cody Potter successfully killed He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, how is still unknown. Cody Potter is currently in St. Mungos, for the cursed scar upon his chest. One healer comments, " It is a shame that the poor boy will always carry a scar that says LV upon his chest though it will remind us all of what he has done for us." The bodies of Harry Potter and Peter Pettigrew have not been found. Leading the aurors to suspect that Pettigrew is still at large and may have taken young Harry Potter with him. At this time James and Lily Potter refuse to comment and have spent all of their time at the bedside of our savior, Cody Potter.
For more information about The-Boy-Who-Lived turn to page three
For more information about Auror Sirius Black leading the search for Peter Pettigrew turn to page six
A/N: Sorry if I took anything from someone else's story, I'm trying to make it my original. Review please.