The Potter House

The moon reflected off the puddles left by the rain that had fallen in Godric's Hollow. It was a cold frigid night as Xavier made his way through the vilage that now seemed so desolate. His footsteps would cause the puddles on the road to splash onto his black leather boots. With every breath he could see the mist as he exhaled. His deep gray eyes would scan the remnants of this place. It seemed abandoned, houses boarded up, just a shell of a once prosperous village. Supposedly this village was the birthplace of the great and noble Godric Gryffindor, and is in fact the birthplace of the young Harry Potter, the boy who lived. Xavier let out a deep rumble of a growl at this thought, how was it a boy just a baby was able to stymie the great and powerful Voldemort? Xavier saw weakness in Voldemort because of this. One who is not worthy to lead or be feared. Making his way through the ruins of this village Xavier had only one goal, the house where The Dark Lord lost his power.

Trudging along the winding path, each heavy step leaving a print in the mud Xavier thought back to the day when he became a Death Eater. In his seventh year Voldemort told him to kill his father for his betrayal. With no hesitation Xavier did this. Returning with the news of his father's death and his mother's for she tried to stop him he was granted his status and recieved the dark mark. That was the proudest moment in his life. He was now a feared man and would set out to strike fear in the hearts of other wizards. His feats were not without reward as he rose quickly in the ranks and now was one of the most trusted and feared of Voldemort's followers. 'Follower' Xavier thought, a word he hated. He was no follower, he hated it. He was so power hungry that it nearly has driven him to the brink of insanity. His lust and greed were the only things he followed. Thus him and an accomplice have devised a plan to usurp and kill The Dark Lord and take his throne for themselves. He had to bide his time, this could not be followed through with haste. Xavier was always a calculating person, planning everything to the very last detail, but his need for power was making him impatient. He dreamt of the day where he would stand as The Dark Lord and have others bow at his feet. And those that didn't would suffer for their betrayal and die.

Finally coming to the house he was seraching for Xavier stood outside of it for a moment, taking everything he saw in. He was no fool, Xavier would never enter a situation where he had no idea of what could happen or some kind of plan formulated. What he saw was a house ravaged by time and uncared for. It seemed that no one has stepped foot inside the house since that fateful day. The doors and windows were all boarded up and vines have grown and wrapped themselves tightly along the walls. Seein enough he began making his way towards the house, with each step gravel would crunch and grind underneath his weight. Coming to a stop just inches from the boarded door Xavier stopped and gazed up and down the house slowly, his silver eyes penetrating each and every brick. A house obviously built by muggles Xavier thought. "Pathetic creatures." he said to himself in a hushed whisper.

Taking a step back Xavier positioned his weight on his left leg and kicked through the door with a powerful thrust of his right. The wood would splinter into pieces as it instantly shattered. Dusting the loose wood off of his leg and coat Xavier stepped into the old worn down house. It was dark and musky, no fresh air has been through in years. Supressing a cough Xavier reached into his pocket and retrieved his wand. With just a thought the tip of the wand grew bright and he mentally said the encantation Lumos. The light shone fiercly as the house now became illluminated. What he saw was nothing special to him. Just dusty old furniture and mice that scurried away quickly as the house once again had a wizard in it. Pieces of the ceiling were on the molded floor from rot that accumulated over the years. Looking around, Xavier found the stairs that would lead him to the room he was seeking. As he walked over to them he pushed and threw anything that was in his way. Reaching the bottom of the stairs he held his wand high to light the path. Seeing nothing that he posed as a threat he slowly began to ascend. The stairs creaked and moaned under his weight as he made his way up them. Once at the top he turned to see a hallway, broken pictures of James and Lily lined the cracked walls. Walking down the hallway he looked at each one and stopped all of a sudden when he came to one of Lily holdng the infant Harry. Reaching out and grabbing it pulling it off its hanging a piece of the wall fell to the ground. Holding his lit wand close to the picture Xavier stared at it with a look in his eye that would crack the glass if it weren't already. "What is it about you that gave you the power to destroy The Dark Lord?" Xavier asked quietly to himself as his vacant lips turned into a sneer. Taking in everything the pictured showed Xavier threw it down and continued down the hallway. Looking in each room as he passed them he finally came to the one he wanted. The infant Harry's room.

Standing in the doorway Xavier coudl feel the tension in his muscles. This was the very room Voldemort was rendered powerless in. Xavier inhaled a deep breath as if he were tring to take in the power that destroyed the Great Voldemort. All he saw as he entered the room was plain and simple. Typical muggle fashion. There was a wooden crib to his left coroded by the years of just standing there, a dresser was across from it that seemed to have been moved for he saw the scratches on the floor by the legs. Must've been pushed to the side when Lily forced her way into the room when Voldemort tried killing the baby Potter. How foolish of him Xavier thought. Not checking to see if his victims were in fact dead. Walking over towards the crib Xavier would kick a few toys to the side causing them to fly and smash into the wall. Standing right over the crib one hand gripping the wooden railing tighly Xavier entered a deep thought. Tring to picture all of the events that took place on that one eventful night.