Chapter 2: Chapter 2 The Boy Who Lived [Rewrite]

Chapter 2 The Boy Who Lived [Rewrite]

 

“Hello, little Harry,” said Remus Lupin, also known as Moony, one of James Potter’s best friends

While this was happening, the baby in question was thinking about the future, a non-evitable future, a future in which his parents would die, of course, he could also hope to be born in an alternative universe where he didn’t die. He had, however, no sister or siblings which reduced the possibility because, in almost all of the alternative futures that he knows, Harry has either a sister which is mostly the MC’s future wife, a twin who is the boy who lived and so Harry gets a bit forgotten by his parents, or he is Gender bent and is also the possible MC’s future girlfriend.

“Are you Hungry? Here let me bring you to your mommy.” Spoke the Werewolf, trying to imitate a baby voice…

The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches... born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies... and the Dark Lord will mark him as his equal, but he will have power the Dark Lord knows not... and either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survives... the one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord will be born as the seventh month dies....

This is the prophecy that brings doom to my parents’ life. Voldemort being scared by this and having only heard a part of the divination tries to kill his “predefined” enemy, there were only two families that corresponded to the description: born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month equal, the Longbottom with Frank Longbottom and Alice Longbottom and their son Neville and the Potter with James Potter and Lily J. Potter (née Evans) and their son, me, Harry James Potter.

Hell, I don’t even know if the power that the Dark Lord doesn’t know is the same as in the books, I mean in the book it is love, however, Love is something too global because it could be said that Voldemort loves power, loves torturing. Also, he hates Dumbledore and the difference between hate and love is a very thin line, I believe that one can not exist without the other, but that’s just my opinion.

As for why it could be different is the thing that I am reincarnated meaning that my existence alone could make some Butterfly effect and the fact that I am not as malleable, righteous, or naïve as the Original Harry. Love is something that many people have, there are not many that do not feel it, especially in this world where emotions are probably more than just chemical reactions, and so I being the only one being able to defeat him because of Love is not much probable.

He will come and soon, I heard my parents and Dumbledore talking about Tom, let’s just call him that, searching for us and the protection measure we need. Tom Marvolo is probably one of the dumbest Dark Lord, he broke his soul into seven, his diary, the Marvolo Gaunt’s Ring, Salazar Slytherin’s Locket, Helga Hufflepuff’s Cup, Rowena Ravenclaw’s Diadem, Nagini and Me (unintentionally). Touching the soul, a taboo in this world, not only this one but many others, except if you are extremely strong or knowledgeable, and breaking it is something that even extremely powerful beings wouldn’t do and now, I am going to have his soul inside me… Just the thought of it makes me want to puke.

…

(Some days later)

*Boom* the door was broken and the reason being a “man” who with only a glance was able to intrude into the Potter’s cottage.

“Lily, take Harry and go! It’s him! I’ll hold him off! screamed James Potter after seeing Lord Voldemort in his house.

“Hmmph…” ‘laughed’ the Dark Lord at the young Father who thought that even without a wand he could defeat him someone who was known to be one of the strongest Dark Lord to ever exist.

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“{Avada Kedavra}” he then simply said with his wand which ‘magically’ appeared in his hand even though it was previously nowhere to be seen and so dropped Prongs like a marionette whose strings were cut.

*Crack crack* The Dark Lord was marching toward Harry’s room, the stairs were making deep cracking sounds, making the atmosphere ‘darker’ as if this was a Horror movie.

While he was making his way toward the baby’s room Lily Potter was uttering some words full of love to her boy, her magic followed her will and fully used itself to help her child

“Stand aside and I will let you live and if not then die with your child”

“Not Harry! Please...have mercy...have mercy...Not Harry! Not Harry! Please-I'll do anything!” she cried while shielding her boy

“What a pity, Severus will be sad.” He uttered while looking at the ‘mudblood’ in front of himself, she had talent, courage, power, and Knowledge, it truly was a pity she didn’t have wizard parents or she could have made a great wife for one of his favorite servant, Severus Snape.

‘{Avada kedavra}’ no sound was said but a green light still came out of Tom’s wand, killing her, what he didn’t know however is that when she died her soul was almost completely drained and went toward Harry to protect him.

The Dark Lord then pointed his wand toward the baby “Mmmh… so you are the one destined to be my rival, sad for you that I am above mere prophecies, or we could have had a great battle together” continued by a hissing sound “$ {Avada Kedavra} $”

And so one of the darkest Wizard to ever lived disappeared, to not be seen for a decade, the first Wizarding War was over, Harry James Potter was named the Boy Who Lived, the savior, and this night would stay in the annal of history.

“Waa Waaa” cried the baby who just lived through the death spell, a spell reputed before this night as ‘absolute’.

A few minutes later came a thin man with swallow skin, a large, hooked nose, he wore black robes which floated as if the wind was constantly fighting against him, and he had shoulder-length greasy black hairs and penetrating eyes that resembled tunnels.

He then took the body of Lily Potter, his childhood crush, and cried into it, but quickly reassembled himself and disappeared.

Again after a few minutes came two persons, one was a tall, well-built, darkly handsome man with fair skin, lustrous black hair, and striking grey eyes, this was Sirius Black also known as Padfoot, however he wasn’t nearly as tall as the man near him, Rubeus Hagrid, who had the height of someone who could only be described as ‘giant, his face was completely hidden by long, shaggy mane of hair and a wild tangled beard and glinting black eyes.

Sirius Black however soon ran away, giving his motorcycle to Hagrid, looking for Peter, the traitorous rat. The giant then took Harry with his motorcycle to Dumbledore.

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