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Voldemort:”Seems like the Potters are more powerful than thought” he said annoyed
Evan Rosier:”How so My Lord?” Confused as the rest
Voldemort waved his wand saying “Memoria Proiecto” and the memory of that night was projected
*FLASHBACK*
There was a figure in a black cloak walking to the Godric’s Hollow. The was light on indicating there were people inside. The man known as the Dark Lord grabbed his wand firmly when he got to the front door and said “Confringo” The door didn’t simply break it detonated, splinters vaporizing in the heat. The lock screamed apart, hinges twisting. Smoke curled like fingers into the room inside. He stepped through before the first embers touched the carpet.
Inside James waited having been alerted by the wards having been breached. Wand in hand, ready to fight for his family. James instinctively casts:”Depulso” sending the burning fragments away from the nursery upstairs.
And so the duel begins between The Dark Lord and Lord Potter.
“Expelliarmus!” a reflex honed in James from endless school duels. The red light strikes Voldemort’s wand and scatters across the walls like lightning.
“Crucio.” The floor splits where James had been standing not a warning shot, just missed timing. Voldemort isn’t toying with him, he’s ending him.
But James adapts fast he covers and uses quick casting “Incarcerous” to force Voldemort to break concentration.
James lands a hit unexpectedly “Reducto”
Voldemort hissed not only from pain, but surprise. Blood darkened his sleeve, spattering the living wall. For a heartbeat, his crimson eyes widened:’How dare this blood traitor injure him!’
He could destroy James, but Harry’s cry interrupts. Voldemort’s attention flicks towards the stairs, and James seizes the chance to throw him back with a powerful Depulso, forcing him out the doorway.
Voldemort’s voice, low and cold:”You’ve only delayed the inevitable, Potter. Nothing more.”
And then the air cracked and he was gone.
*FLASHBACK END*
Mulciber:”I don’t remember Potter being this powerful or smart” he said remembering Hogwarts days
Wilkes:”Well the Potters are always secretive”
Antonin Dolohov:”Why not just get them to our side? They are related to the Blacks”
Bellatrix huffed:”So?”
Antonin Dolohov:”Sirius Black is Lord Black, and with Potter on our side eventually so will he”