The Son Of The Dark Lord

On the last day of October, a wet wind silently blew through Godrics Hollow. A barely audible pop was heard. Suddenly a pale man, appeared out of the shadows. His icy blue eyes betrayed no emotion as he sneered at the little children running by. He itched to hex them. He resigned from that thought though. He had business to attend to... He silently stalked up to the house at the end of the street. Peering through the windows he could see a man with crazy hair and glasses holding a baby. It was James Potter. His wife Lily, shot sparks out of her wand entertaining him. After quite a while the lights in the nursery turned off. It was time to strike. 'Nagini' He said to his familiar, 'Keep watch'. She hissed in reply. He smirked. It was an evil smirk that sent chills up ones spine, if they saw it. He pointed his wand at the door, "REDUCIO". The door exploded. James appeared, disheveled and without a wand. "Lily, it's him. I'll hold him off. RUN". He let out a small laugh. Hold him off? How? The fool didn't even have his wand. "AVADA KEDAVRA". James fell to the ground. His life gone in the blink of an eye. He could hear Lily panic, shrieking like a caged animal. He stalked up the stairs. "AVADA KEDAVRA". Whoopsies she's dead to. He let out a cackle. He went to the crib. Harry, the boy looked up with curiosity hidden in the emerald depths. Tom Riddle, also known as Voldermort, pointed his wand at the child and whispered, "Gemino". A lifeless twin of Harry, was now placed in the crib. He called to Nagini. 'Come here so I can apparate, my dear snake'. Suddenly a 12 foot green snake came slithering into the room. Looking at the baby, Nagini murmured,'He is precious, my Lord'. 'I know' responded Tom. 'Let us depart'. Soon, sounds of apparition were heard at the Riddle Manor. A couple of moments later, in the death filled Potter house, a nearly inaudible pop was heard as Dumbledore, headmaster of Hogwarts, apparated into the nursery. He quickly checked to see if Lily was still alive, and shook his head sadly in sorrow, when no sign of life was sound. He then rushed to the crib, hopeful that Harry was still alive. He then saw the lifeless body of 'Harry'. He fell unto his knees as he cried, for the Savior of the Wizarding World was dead.