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"The equilibrium of the good and evil forces,
shall only descend,
when the power of necromancy
befalls upon the earth."

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"Lily, take Harry and go! It's him! Go! Run! I'll hold him off!"

The bespectacled man picked up his son and handed him to his mother, shielding his daughter from the hooded figure, kissing her on the forehead.

The hooded man let out a bark of high-pitched laughter, for the young man didn't even have his wand in his hand. He glanced at the baby behind the man, her hazel eyes wide, staring at him blankly.

He laughed before casting the curse..."Avada Kedavra!"

The green light filled the cramped hallway, it lit the pram pushed against the wall, it made the banisters glow like lighting rods, and James Potter fell like a marionette whose strings were cut, leaving his daughter defenseless...

The baby watched the man climb over the stairs and she crawled over her dad, trying to wake him up. She placed the wand in his hand, waiting for him to use his magic and sit up, laughing that yet again, one of his spells went wrong enough to render him unconscious.

Following the man, she crawled up the steps, slowly, her dad's wand in her hand.

He forced the door open, cast aside the chair and boxes hastily piled against it with one lazy wave of his wand ... and there she stood, the child in her arms. At the sight of him, she dropped her son into the crib behind her and threw her arms wide, as if this would help, as if in shielding him from sight she hoped to be chosen instead...

She saw her mother, scared, her voice hysterical. Between her fingers, she held the mahogany wood, backwards, pointing it at her mother and waving it around. The stranger had no idea he'd been followed.

Placing the wand on the floor, she sat still, watching her twin stare blankly at the scenario. Her mother seemed to notice her.

She could see the hooded man's shadow fall upon her. Curious, she touched the floor in an attempt to figure out what a shadow was, noticing it moved when he did.

Gurgling, she didn't seem to notice the tense environment. She looked around the room, the nursery she shared along with her twin.

"Not Harry, not Harry, please not Harry!"

Her hazel eyes focused on her mother, her hands still on the floor, on the shadow. Gurgling, she tugged on the man's robe.

He kicked her with a simple movement of his ankle, no more like how one would shake off a pest. Whimpering, let out a cry.

"Stand aside, you silly girl... stand aside, now."

"Not Harry, please no, take me, kill me instead --" her mother pleaded. "Cal go downstairs," her mother added, in hopes her daughter would at least remain safe.

But the baby didn't understand, being only a year old... Her hair was changing shades at an alarming rate in the midst of her everchanging emotions, the man not even sparing the baby a glance.

"This is my last warning --" the man said, his voice high.

"Not Harry! Please... have mercy... Not my children... have mercy ... Not Harry! Not Harry! Please-- I'll do anything... Just leave my children alone.."

"Stand aside. Stand aside, girl!"

Sighing, Lord Voldemort yet again ignored her last request, taking her life too with a simple wave of his wand.

"Avada Kedavra."

The green light flashed around the room and she dropped like her husband. Harry had not cried all this time. He could stand, clutching the bars of his crib, and he looked up into the intruder's face with a kind of bright interest, perhaps thinking that it was his father who hid beneath the cloak, making more pretty lights, and his mother would pop up any moment, laughing—

But not the girl.

The second flash of green light had scared her, and her hair was suddenly a vivid shade of red that matched her dead mother's. Her cries filled the silent room, and she only stopped when once again, she noticed the shadow on the floor.

Uncontrollable anger burst from her, once she sensed her parents were hurt. Her fingers touched the shadow, which moved, yet the hooded figure remained still.

The stranger didn't seem to notice this, his attention was solely focused on finishing off the Potter family, once and for all.

Turning around to face the girl, he could've sworn her hair was brown only moments ago... Shrugging he pointed his wand at her. And she pointed her fathers wand at him, in a poor attempt of defense.

The man laughed, looking at her with curiosity, through his red slit snake-like eyes. The baby waved the wand, pointing it at her mother, as if it were a mere toy.

Slivers of light danced from the wand, disappearing into thin air.

The man laughed again. "Pathetic."

She saw his face, it had scared her.

"Avada-"

She began crying, her hands were on the floor, and in attempt to crawl away she landed in his shadow.

Energy burst through her fingertips, and without further thought, his shadow seemed to have a mind of its own.

And once again, curiosity made her forget about the stranger in the room.

The shadow detached itself from its owner, and the baby dropped the wand in her hand, reaching out to touch the shadow instead.

And the shadow entered her hand, disappearing, as if it were never there.

The man's eyes widened, wondering what sort of obscure magic she'd done. No matter, no matter... she'd die, just like her parents.

But she'd put on quite an amusing show, she at least deserved to watch her twin's death first... He'd finish her off later...

The girl managed to crawl to her mother, trying to shake her awake, but with no avail. Her eyes found her twin's and she babbled, making a grabby motion for him.

The wizard let out a high pitched laugh as he watched the two defenseless babies at his mercy.

First, he pointed his wand at Calysta. Oh the Potter girl amused him, she would be capable of great things... He couldn't let that happen anyway.

"Avada Kedavra," he hissed, wand pointed at Calysta.

She didn't know what he was doing, being a baby, all she did was lift up her hands to grab his wand, but the moment the spell hit her, right on her forehead, she fell back onto the floor. He thought her dead, but little did he know...

There was magic beyond what he was capable of that existed inside her. She was unconscious, and the spell had been absorbed instead of affecting her, all that was left was a dark, jagged scar on her forehead, and fairly noticeable.

Lord Voldemort let out a high-pitched laughter. There was just one more left.

He pointed his wand at Harry, wanting to see it happen. The destruction of the Potter twins, the end of their line.

"Avada Kedavra."

There it was, the flash of green light, ricocheting off the boy's forehead, and backfiring on the caster.

And then he disappeared.

"No..."