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Warning: this will become SLASH later on, don't like don't read
Ashes in the wind
Chapter 1: Forgotten
He turned around and woke up screaming. Cold sweat broke out.
He sat up and checked his room. The room was dark and rather gloomy. Heavy curtains blocked out any light that could have come in. It was a small room, especially compared to his brother. His room was bare and devoid of any toy. There was his rickety bed and an old shabby wardrobe which hosted his few shamble robes. On a small wobbly looking shelve were a couple of dusty books and broken figurines.
Finally he realized his room was empty.
There was no evil man-creature with a skin so pale and white that it was almost transparent. No blood red eyes that glinted with sick pleasure and death. His mother wasn't their, standing in front of their crib, providing a measly defense.
It was silent, so silent he could here the rustling of his curtains.
Not the mad cackling that haunted his dreams every night. No pleading and begging, nor the hysterical sobs of his mother. Not a voice hissing those two dreaded words. There was no screaming ringing in his ears. There was no flashing green light and a searing pain in his forehead.
He was all alone. Well, there were his parents and brother on the other side of the manor, sleeping soundly in their large luxurious beds, while he was stuck in his cold room in the attic. They left him alone, alone to fend of his nightmares. Alone to cope with the horrors of that night
He remembered it quite clearly.
He didn't- no, couldn't forget: the blinding pain, the fire, the screaming, the despair.
It was etched so deeply in his memory; he could see it flashing by even in the day. It haunted him day and night, yet he suffered alone. His parents all too quickly abandon him to take are of his brother the moment he even sneezed, yet dumped him the first chance they got. He was forced to suffer all alone.
3 years have already passed since that Halloween night. Voldemort was at the height of his power and the Dark was growing and slowly suppressing the light. They were losing until Dumbledore, the unnamed leader of the Light, heard a prophecy (AN we all know which one) that was their only hope for an outcome of this war.
Of course, being an overly paranoid Dark Lord he had to destroy any potential enemies, never mind if they were only 18 months old babies. Unfortunately, or fortunately depending whose side you're on, he didn't know the whole prophecy or he might have fled.
His spy was found and kicked out of the bar before he heard the whole thing.
He was getting rather impatient. The war was taking to long and he wanted it to end .now all he had to do was find that family that was hidden under the Fidelius charm. Normally one wouldn't be able to find the house no matter what, but what do you know.; it seemed he had a little rat willing to tell him the location of his potential enemy.
So he merrily went on his way to Godric Hollow and stunned the man, desperately, yet in vain, trying to protect his family.
Lord Voldemort( in case you still didn't know) made his way up the stairs and saw them. A woman with fiery red hair and a temper to match. Determined green eyes took on a hardened look. There was no way in hell she was going to let that, that thing come in the neighborhood of her precious boys.
"Hello Lily, how wonderful to see you again. I believe this is the fourth time you've crossed my path and actually have the nerve to try to defy me."
He glanced at the boys sitting behind her. " Undoubtedly, some ward or another has been activated and soon that old codger and his blasted groups of the Flaming Turkeys are going to barge in, trying to save you. Their efforts will be in vain, however. So let's make this easy, just hand them over and perhaps I'll grant you an easy death. Give me the boys."
"Like hell I would let you anywhere near my boys. I hope you'll burn in the seventh circle of hell." She screamed. She drew her wand, yet was a second too late, and the light in her eyes dimmed.
"Now to get rid of my so called greatest would-be greatest adversaries."
He pointed his wand to the twins sitting in their joint crib. One had black unruly hair, hazel brown eyes and was rather chubby. Te other was finer boned with straight black hair and emerald green eyes. While the brown eyed boy was screaming, the other was staring intensely at Voldemort.
Voldemort picked him up. The little boy started to giggle.
"Now what are you laughing for?" he asked.
The boy merely cocked his head.
"Well, since you're so cute, I'll let you see your parents first."
He put the baby again in the crib next to hi brother.
"Avada Kedavra"
And then his memory jogged, and he usually woke up with the flashing green light etched in his retina.
And when he woke up he was all alone. His parents were sleeping soundly and so was his brother. Yet he was always forgotten.
Hey! I had this great new idea, and I thought to put it up already. This way in case I'm stuck with one story I can continue with another.
Ps. I lost one of the stories I read. I know that when he goes back to school he trains a lot. And in one of the lat chapters I read, they got an assignment for DADA. They had to go through a dark forest, but somehow got transported to a real forest. He reaches the eye of the forest and makes out with the creature in the lake (slash) does anyone know this story