Disclaimer : I am not rich. I am not Rowling. I don't own harry potter.

"Crack!" A tall figure clothed in black silk robes radiating black waves of darkness apparated onto the stone front steps of an oak door. Opening the door, he entered the living room - lavishly decorated with a soft velvety red carpet, a mahogany coloured leather sofa with an armchair at each end - and silently walked up the stairs leading to the second storey.

Then, reaching into his pocket his long garlned fingers caressed his bone white wand lovingly. Stopping in front of the nursery's Gryffindor coloured door, he stepped in as the door swung open of seemingly its own accord.

At that moment, Harry James Potter, the younger of the fraternal twins was readying himself, taking out a mirror he had prepared. Three weeks ago, he had overheard his parents' conversation on a prophecy and a bad, bad man who was going kill him and his brother because of it.


Flashback :

"'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 ...'... James? are you sure we should listen to Dumbledore and leave the twins without any protection? What if Maxi or Harry can't defeat him? What if my babies die? It will be all my fault!" Lily cried out in anguish her voice growing more frantic every second, eventually sobbing uncontrollably onto James. Her pale soft hands tightly gripping his maroon jumper like it was her lifeline.

"Lily love, we've been through this. The entire wizarding world needs a saviour. you should be proud that one of our little boys will be the chosen one. Have some faith in the twins. little Maxi or Harry will defeat Voldemort no matter what dark spell that bloody Slytherin will use," James reassured her, while stroking her fiery red hair soothingly.

" James! mind your manners!" Lily scolded.

"Well, I suppose your right." She said finally.

"Of course I am!" James exclaimed running his hand through his, causing Lily to giggle and swat his arm playfully. James stood up and dipped her before he kissed her. Harry after watching that incident (the conversation not the kissing) crawled away from their room in terror and down a flight of stairs to the library while wondering whether he would live to see the next day.

For the next two weeks he stayed at the library to research spells that blocked all dark curses, only leaving to eat and sleep. After reading all the books on that subject located at the lower shelves(since he was to short to reach the higher ones) Harry decided that he was looking in the wrong place. So he went to research it in the muggle fairytale section near the fireplace. He figured that muggles were pretty innovative and could have thought of a solution without realising it. A few days later, his search bore fruit. He found out from a book called 'Princess Sarah the smart' that by placing a mirror in the path of a spell, the spell will be deflected and will rebound on the caster. Harry was estatic. He and Maxi would live! They would live happily ever after. Yay!.


The tall snake-like figure entered the nursery. The room was cluttered with toys of every kind, trains, dolls of famous figures and quidditch players. Voldermort drew out his wand and idly blasted off a Dumbledore doll's head, leaving a blackened stump where the head once was. Looking over to the centre of the room where the crib was, he raised his yew wand. He narrowed his blood red eyes and decided to kill the child that was awake, before he started crying, which he absolutely detested. It reminded him of those days when he was - no. Best not to think of it. Mouth curving into a mocking cruel smile, he said coldly, "Avada Kedavra".

Harry whipped out the mirror with his tiny hands and managed to intercept the spell before it hit him. The force of the spell had shattered the mirror before the green spell rebounded and turned on its caster. Voldemort's eyes widened in shock. As the spell came closer and closer, as if in slow motion, he felt fear for the first time. The idea was foreign and unwelcome to him, for he had always been the one inciting it, but was never on the receiving end of it.

But he had no time to ponder about it, because the spell had hit its target. Voldermort screamed in agony, his soul was ripped from its body causing him to be reduced to naught but a wraith. There was nothing else he could do, so he escaped, leaving the Potter Manor.

Unbeknownst to him, a piece of Voldemort's soul had leisurely drifted away, embedding itself into Harry's forehead when it was ripped from his body.

Unfortunately, Voldemort's body was set on fire - the reaction of an experimental ritual and an Avada - which had eventually spread to the red silk curtains, story books, walls - basically, the entire room. A part of the ceiling started crumbling and Harry had to push his brother aside to save him from being crushed by the falling cement. However, the piece of cement had cut a lightning bolt shaped gash onto Harry's forehead - coincidentally where the Voldemort's soul had entered - while he was trying to save his brother. When Max was pushed ,his hand got cut and pierced by a glass shard, leaving a 'number seven' shaped cut and a glass shard sticking out of his palm. Finally waking up at last, Max cried out in pain.

Seeing his elder brother's tear streaked chubby cheeks Harry felt his heartache at his brother in such pain. So, closing his eyes and drawing as much magic as he could, Harry poured it all out, vanishing the mirror - or what's left of it - and healing both he and his brother. Extremely tired, but relieved, Harry collapsed.

Author's Note : James' jumper was made by Mrs Weasley. Anyway, I will try to update ASAP. Please read, rate and review.