Heirs of the Dark Lord

Chapter 1: The Beginning

"Lily, it's him! Take Harry and go! Quick, get him out of here!" James turned away from his wife as she stood at the top of the stairs. As he braced himself for the coming fight, the door burst open.
Voldemort stood there, eyes glowing with hatred. "Where are they?"
James raised his wand. "You can't have them! I won't let you take them! She's mine! And so is he!" James aimed his wand at Voldemort, but before he could so much as think a spell, the flash of green hit him and he crumpled on the floor.
Lily opened her mouth to scream for her husband before her head seemed to throb,her stolen memories coming rushing back as she crumpled to the floor.
"Lily!" Voldemort called, rushing to his sister's side.
"Tommy? What happened?" She asked, her voice cracking a bit as she allowed herself to be helped up by the Dark Lord.
"It was Dumbledore. He used some sort of spell on you. It took away your memories. Replaced them." He explained, his voice grim. "Oh god! Sev!" Lily cried, panicking a bit. Voldemort chuckled a bit, his scarlet eyes softening slightly as he smiled at his baby sister in all but blood.
"Relax. Severus is alright. If a little stir crazy. I've had him close this last year. I didn't want him to go rushing off without a plan. That man is the most Gryffindorish Slytherin I've ever met." He joked. Lily seemed to relax slightly at this before perking up again.
"Speaking of Slytherins, the boys are upstairs. Harry is fine. He's with Alex." She explained as she lead the dark lord into a rather distastefully decorated nursery with two cribs in the room.
"Red and gold Lily? Really?" He asked, going over to pick up Harry immediately. Holding the boy to his chest he hissed softly to him. "Are you alright little snakelet?" He hissed, causing Harry to giggle in delight.
"Daddy!" Harry hissed back in excitement.
Lily smiled as she picked up her now three year old little boy. "Mommy! There's a scary man!" He said, hiding behind Lily's hair.
"It's not a bad man. That's your Uncle Tommy. He's here to take us home. Home to your real Daddy." Lily explained, frowning when she noticed her hair was down. "Sweet Morgana, how long have I been going around exposed like this?" She asked with a scowl as she handed Alex to Voldemort who looked rather awkwardly at the curious boy who was now rather interested in his lack of a nose in his current form. Lily quickly tied her hair up in a loose knot. It wasn't a proper braid but it would do. She didn't go through all of the exhaustive lessons with Bella and Cissy on how to be a proper witch to have it ruined by the actions of Potter.
"Augusta Longbottom has agreed to help us get you out of here. Don't worry I approached her as Tom. Not as the Dark Lord. It's too much of a risk for you to go home right away. She's given me a portkey that will take you straight to her." He explained as he handed a ribbon with the crest of Longbottom family on one end. Lily nodded as she took it tightly in her hand. "You'll be coming with won't you?" She asked, looking up at him. Voldemort gave her a smile and opened his mouth to answer only to hear a familiar voice from downstairs.
"James?! Lilly?!" Dumbledore called out, causing Voldemort's eyes to go wide. Without hesitation he cast a full bodybind and a noticemenot spell on both Lily and Alex. With wide eyes she couldn't do anything but watch what played out in front of her.
"Why are you here?" Voldemort asked darkly, holding tightly onto Harry who was clinging to his father's robes. Dumbledore looked at him grimly. "He called me, Tom." He cast several more killing curses at Voldemort, weakening his shield. The last one finally broke through. However, instead of crumpling to the ground, Voldemort exploded, his body seeming to disintegrate. Dumbledore's eyes widened as he watched the "powder" swirl out the door. He was too distracted to notice that some of the "powder" seeped into Harry.
"What have I done? This is impossible. How is he not dead?" Dumbledore looked down at the baby still gripping at Voldemort's robes and crying.
"Harry!" An unnatural gleam appeared in his eyes as he picked up the child. He noticed an oddly shaped scar on his forehead. It was not a curse scar but rather one that came from playing too rough with Alex the day before. But Dumbledore didn't know that. He thought that Voldemort's curse must have somehow touched Harry as well. Dumbledore raised his wand, planning to finish the work the curse had started, but then lowered it again. He suddenly had a brilliant idea.
"Let's see if we can't find a place for you, Harry."
Albus Dumbledore's brilliant idea was to ship Harry off to his "Aunt" Petunia. He remembered Petunia from when she had written to him as a child, begging to be accepted to Hogwarts. He had seen from Lily's memories that she had never forgiven him, or any of the magical world, for excluding her. It was the perfect place to send her young wizard "nephew". He took a moment to pause and write a letter to include with the child he would be leaving on the doorstep.

My Dear Petunia Dursley,
It is my unfortunate task to inform you that your sister and brother-in-law have met an untimely end at the hands of the most powerful dark wizard ever, Lord Voldemort. He murdered the two of them, leaving their young son Harry alive, for Merlin only knows what reasons. I managed to chase off Voldemort, however, I fear he may one day return. Because of this, I entrust Harry to your care. In the event that Voldemort does return, I fear that he may have evil plans for your young nephew. Unfortunately your other nephew Alexander has died. While Harry is in your care, I ask that you do whatever possible to squash the magic out of him. It will be for his own good. If he is no longer a wizard when Lord Voldemort returns, Voldemort will not be able to use him for his own nefarious plots. I know that you will aid me in this task, if not for myself or little Harry, than for whatever love you still have for the sister Lily was to you.
I understand that caring for another child will be a financial burden. Therefore, I have arranged for your family to be financially compensated for your care of Harry until his 17th birthday, at which point he will reach his majority in the wizarding world.
Sincerely Yours,
Albus Dumbledore
Headmaster, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock, Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. of Wizards)

Dumbledore then bundled up young Harry, a purse containing 200 pounds, and the letter and apparated to Privet Drive. When he arrived in front of Number 4, he saw Minerva McGonagall waiting for him on the doorstep in her cat form. He smiled and blinked, and was suddenly looking the severe witch in the eyes.
"How did you know I would be here, Minerva?"
"Hagrid."
"Of course."
"I don't suppose you're going to tell my why you're here, of all places?"
"I've come to bring Harry to his aunt and uncle. They're the only family he has left now."
"You don't mean—you can't mean the people who live here?" cried Minerva, pointing at number 4. "Dumbledore, you can't. Muggles!?"
"It's the best place for him. His aunt and uncle will keep him protected. He'll be famous for something he can't even remember! Can't you see how much better off he'll be, growing up away from all that until he's ready? Besides, I've written them a letter. They'll be able to explain everything to him when he's older."
"A letter? Really, Dumbledore, you think you can explain all this in a letter?"
"Obviously, as I have already done so." Dumbledore pushed past Professor McGonagall and set Harry down on the welcome mat. He tucked the letter inside Harry's blankets then walked back to Minerva.
"Come now, it's been a long day for both of us." As they turned to leave, Dumbledore looked back over his shoulder. "Just a moment. I almost forgot." He pulled his wand out and cast a quick warming spell around Harry. It wouldn't do for him to die of cold. Dumbledore had plans for young Harry, and they didn't involve him dying. At least not yet.