Voldemort was going to do the thing, to kill Harry Potter. The Harry boy was certainly the one from the prophecy, the one to kill him if he lived. However with Harry and his family dead. No one stood in his way. He would then be able to do whatever he wanted, it wouldn't be that hard, it was a child for now. It would be like taking candy from a baby, only this time the candy meant something else. Grinning under his hood knowing no one would question him right now, it was a muggle holiday where they dressed up. He chuckled under his breath seeing the thing he needed the most, the house. 

He strided into the house, hearing the sound of James Potter telling Lilly and his child to flee. Stupid man, he didn't even have a wand. The poor foolish fool, he died within an instance his dead body collapsed, Voldemort went straight upstairs to find Lily crying and begging "Don't kill my child please! Kill me instead, spare him!" However she wasn't moving away from him so, he did the most kind thing. Stepping over her dead corpse he smiled at the little child, he pointed his wand straight at it's forehead not wanting to miss. Voldemort fired the spell of death at the 1 year old Harry Potter.

Harry Potter was left at the doorstep of his aunt and uncle that night, with a scar the shape of Lightning Bolt on his forehead. Waiting for the break of dawn and the spiral of chaos that went with it.

Sorry this is short I'll try harder next time. Any if you enjoyed it stop Harry from being a cat.

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