Today's post is in homor of the late Remus John Lupin's birthday.
PROLOGUE: THE FINAL DEED
Tom Marvolo Riddle, Lord Voldemort to most of the Wizarding worlld, strode through the village, looking for something. No, not something, someone. Had the information his spy gave him be correct? Could this child really defeat him? In Voldemort's mind, it would be smarter to remove the threat before it becomes a threat. In this case, it meant killing Harry Potter.
He looked in the window of the cottage. They should have put teir trust in a different friend, one who would not be so easily swayed. No matter. He woud rectify that mistake tonight. He watched, waiting for the right moment. He was sure all of them would ggo quickly.
James Potter was the ffirst to die. It was easy, as he had discarded is only weapon. Just before he died, he yelled for Lily to take the twins upstairs. Twins? That had not been in the information his spy had given him. No matter. Just one more person to kill tonight.
When he went upstairs, the woman, Lily, threw herself in front of two cribs. The one on te right, which he could just see, held his quarry: the boy. She was standing in the way of his mission. So, he killed her.
Neither cild cried, which was just as well. He could never stand the crying of the young ones in the orphanage. He aimed his wand between the boy's eyes, and spoke the fataal curse.
"AVADA KEDAVRA!"
In that instant, he was broken, nothing. He wasn't dead, thanks to his greatest secret, but close enough.
PROLOGUE: THE FINAL DEED
Tom Marvolo Riddle, Lord Voldemort to most of the Wizarding worlld, strode through the village, looking for something. No, not something, someone. Had the information his spy gave him be correct? Could this child really defeat him? In Voldemort's mind, it would be smarter to remove the threat before it becomes a threat. In this case, it meant killing Harry Potter.
He looked in the window of the cottage. They should have put teir trust in a different friend, one who would not be so easily swayed. No matter. He woud rectify that mistake tonight. He watched, waiting for the right moment. He was sure all of them would ggo quickly.
James Potter was the ffirst to die. It was easy, as he had discarded is only weapon. Just before he died, he yelled for Lily to take the twins upstairs. Twins? That had not been in the information his spy had given him. No matter. Just one more person to kill tonight.
When he went upstairs, the woman, Lily, threw herself in front of two cribs. The one on te right, which he could just see, held his quarry: the boy. She was standing in the way of his mission. So, he killed her.
Neither cild cried, which was just as well. He could never stand the crying of the young ones in the orphanage. He aimed his wand between the boy's eyes, and spoke the fataal curse.
"AVADA KEDAVRA!"
In that instant, he was broken, nothing. He wasn't dead, thanks to his greatest secret, but close enough.