93A/N: Yes, ANOTHER new story. I was going to take a short break from writing, but this story idea popped into my head and I couldn't help but write it down. As you can tell from the title, this will be a wrong-boy-who-lived story. I will try to keep it original, but due to my love for these stories, I have read numerous stories like this, so I may or may not take someone else's idea and think it's my own. Also, I WILL complete this story. If for some reason I have to end it, I will post the fact it's being discontinued in every possible place I can, reviews, summary, title, profile, chapter, etc. The Hogwarts reads the books story I mentioned on my profile will probably be put off for a little while, because I am lazy and haven't finished the first chapter yet.
Updates: I will try to update whenever I can, this could mean once a week, or once every two weeks, I'll try my best to keep it to one week, but you never know.
Disclaimer: I am in no way, shape, or form J.K. Rowling, and it will stay that way, so no, I don't own. All I own is my O.C. Albus Sirius Potter. I know, SUCH an original name, but it's all I could come up with :). Anything you recognize has been taken from the Harry Potter Books.
New A/N. so this only had a few, minor errors, but I will be changing the name of Albus Sirius to Matthew Adam Potter.
The night of October 31st, 1981 started off like any other night. The James Potter was sitting in the sitting room of his heavily protected home with his two sons, Matthew Adam and Harry James. James was making puffs of colored smoke erupt from his wand for the amusement of the small, black haired boys in their blue pajamas. The children were laughing and trying to catch the smoke, to grab it in their small fists.
The door opened and Lily entered, telling James it was long past the boys' bedtimes and that she would take them to bed, her long dark-red hair falling over her face. Now James scooped up the sons and handed them to Lily. He threw his wand down upon the sofa and stretched, yawning. . .
James thought he heard the gate creak open, but no, Peter would never sell them out, they were safe, he was just imagining things. All of the sudden the door was lasted open and James froze, knowing that Peter had betrayed them.
Voldemort was over the threshold as James came sprinting in to the hall. It was too easy, too easy; he had not even picked up his wand. . . .
"Lily, take Harry and Matthew, and go! It's him! Go! Run! I'll hold him off!" Hold him off, without a wand in his hand! Voldemort laughed at the absurdity. He reached out his wand, ready to cast the curse, when he remembered the blasted vow the Rat had twisted out of him. On tonight's mission, he could only hurt the boy. But which boy? Oh well, he would finish foolish, arrogant James, off later. With that, Voldemort laughed before casting the curse. . . .
"Stupefy!"
The red light filled the cramped hallway, it lit the pram pushed against the wall, it made the banisters glare like lightning rods, and James Potter fell like a marionette whose strings were cut. . . .
He could hear her screaming from the upper floor, trapped, but it as long as she was sensible, she, at least had nothing to fear, stupid bloody promise to Severus! He climbed the steps, listening with faint amusement to her attempts to barricade herself in. . . She had no wand upon her either. . . . How stupid they were, and how trusting, thinking that their safety lay in friends, that weapons could be discarded for even moments. . . .
He forced the door open, cast aside the chair and boxes hastily piled against it with one lazy wave of his wand . . . and there she stood, the children in her arms. At the sight of him, she dropped her sons into the cribs behind her and threw her arms wide, as if this would help, as if in shielding them from him she hoped to be chosen instead . . .
"Not Harry, Not Matthew, please not Harry and Matthew."
"Stand aside, you silly girl . . . stand aside, now."
"Not Harry and Matthew, please no, take me, kill me instead-"
"This is my last warning-"
"Not Harry and Matthew! Please . . . have mercy . . . have mercy. . . . Not Harry! Not Matthew! Please- I'll do anything-"
"Stand aside. Stand aside, girl!"
He could have forced her away from the crib, but it seemed more prudent to finish them all. . . .
The green light flashed around the room and she dropped like her husband. The smaller child had not cried all this time, while the other was making a loud fuss. Casting a silencing charm, because he did not like crying, he had never been able to stomach the small ones at the orphanage. He turned back to the child; Harry, or so his crib read. He could stand, clutching the bars of his crib, and he looked up into the intruder's face with a kind of bright interest, perhaps thinking that it was his father who hid behind the cloak, making more pretty lights, ad his mother would pop up at any moment, laughing –
He pointed the wand very carefully into the boy's face: He wanted to see it happen, the destruction of this one, inexplicable danger. Red eyes met emerald green eyes, which seemed to have finally grasped the gravity of the situation. If it hadn't been for the impending danger from this child he would have liked to keep him alive, after all to have that intelligence at such a young age was impressive, but never mind, he needed to get on with the task, so that he could move onto the other child. Harry's eyes seemed to bore into Voldemort, as if daring him to kill him, no, inviting him, a silent taunt, almost as though the child had contemplated death and the idea did nothing to scare him, but more or less it fascinated him. And Voldemort had a grudging respect for this child, for being able to face his lone fear so calmly, which is why he would end his life first, quick and easy, not a slow torture, which he had planned for the other insolent brat whose wails could now be heard over the silencing charm. Beginning to get a headache Voldemort waved his wand, and didn't bother to watch the green light hit the infant, for if he had he would have noticed the gold shield that encompassed him and the way the curse was slowly rebounding towards him, no, he was too busy carving a V into the other child, named after the insufferable old man, Albus. Which is why, when the sudden pain hit Voldemort that caused him to flee, he was NOT prepared.
Slowly, James Potter started to stir. Shaking himself awake, he noticed the house was a wreck. Looking around, he tried to remember what had happened, when it dawned on him. "Lily!" he shouted, racing up the stairs to the nursery. Seeing her passed out on the floor, he shook her, shouting, "Lily, you can't do this to me. Come on Lily. Wake up!" When she didn't stir, he grabbed her hand, the passed out Harry, and a wailing Matthew, and quickly appparated them to Saint Mungo's.
So, that's the first chapter. Next chapter will include the hospital, Lily's fate, and Harry's new life after Dumbledore proclaims one of them the B.W.L. I want at least 5 reviews to carry on