First came the boar and of all the godsbedamned things to do him in, it had to be something as insignificant as the animal he had come out to hunt for game. In hindsight he probably shouldn't have been hunting while heavily drunk on wine but wine was the only thing that made him feel alive anymore, well some good wine and a couple of good whores but that's another story.
Next came the pain, said pain being excruciating in the stomach area as he had to sit through the Grandmaester wrapping his belly so tightly to stop his guts from falling out which they had already done twice just on the way to the Red Keep alone.
A godsbedamned boar ha! The irony was not lost on him however, he had become as fat as a pig and another pig (albeit a wild version) had basically gored him alive. As far as death goes anywhere it was ironic he had been killed by a similar creature to himself, pig to pig not a bad way to go as far as irony.
The next form of pain came in the form of Cersei forcing her way into his chambers in the name of seeing her 'wounded' husband and Lord King to offer him some comfort. Ha! If anything the bitch was here to watch the light leave his eyes before he fully went to the Seven Hells. At least she had brought Tommen and Myrcella by to see him, his two little stags were his only bright spot in his entire marriage to the bitch, with their golden blonde hair and forest green eyes you'd think he'd hate them like all the other Lannister shits infesting his castle but no Tommen and Myrcella were as beautiful and kind as they come and he'd at least crack a smile and reassure the two of them.
The two of them were inconsolable but Robert cracked jokes and kissed them on their heads before he dismissed them and the bitch had the audacity to glare at him when he asked Barristan to remove her from his sight and go to get Ned. She had the audacity to demand she be around to hear his final proclamations before he passed, he had half a mind to keep fighting the Stranger's embrace a while longer just to let the bitch have her grubby mitts as far away from the throne as possible.
"You called for me, Your Grace," Ned Stark closed the door softly behind him as he looked at Robert, his face stricken with grief and sadness but his grey eyes were as sharp as ever when he looked at his friend. "Bah! Enough of that Your Grace shite Ned, to you it's always been and will always be Robert," Robert cracked a smile at his long time friend and brother by choice, " Come closer brother and tell Ser Barristan to grab a parchment and an inkpot I have some things to say."
Ned obeyed his command without hesitation and shortly after the things had been brought, pulled a chair close to Robert's bed using a small desk to write on. "I Robert Baratheon being of sound body and mind hereby decree that Lord Eddard Stark, Lord Paramount of Winterfell, Warden of the North and Hand of The King shall be Regent of The Iron Throne until my son Joffrey comes of age and ascends to Kingship or barring that proves to be worthy of being King unless otherwise the latter shall be passed over for my other son Prince Tommen Baratheon, second Prince and soon to be heir to the Iron Throne."
Ned looked at Robert in shock but set his face in stone as he wrote Robert's dying words, Ser Barristan who had been commanded to bear witness and not leave the room looked conflicted but nonetheless steadfast and true as he had always been.
"Is that all, Robert," Ned wearily spoke, " is that to be your final decree my friend."
Robert looked at Ned, really looked at his friend. This man who had been raised side by side with him, who had fought a bloody war with him to see his betrothed and the man's own sister returned to him by an evil, mad and unjust King and from the clutches of his rapist prince son. A man who cried with him when they lost her and stood by him when he was crowned King of the Seven Kingdoms. A man who even now came riding all the way from the North to stand by his friend's side despite him seeing how much of a piece of filth the former had become. A man who despite almost losing his leg to Robert's honourless cur of a good brother and having been mocked by the court for his blasted honour (which to be honest really did have no place in this blasted viper's nest), even still Ned had remained even when they had disagreed heavily on how to handle the Last Targaryen girl, his brother had offered him sound counsel and remained. Steadfast, stalwart and always loyal, Lord Eddard Stark had been the best thing to ever happen to Robert Baratheon and Robert had taken him for granted.
"I am sorry my friend," tears unwillingly came freely falling from Robert's eyes, " I have been a terrible friend and worse still an even more terrible King, I've left the realm a right mess and you'll be fixing my mess long after I'm gone, I wish I could have done better by you Ned you're the best brother I ever had and the best man I've every known."
Ned's brows jumped almost all the way up to his hairline and his grey eyes widened in shock, it would've been comical if the situation wasn't so dire, " I will not lie and tell you that you were a good King, husband or father, Robert and we both know you wouldn't have it any other way the truth is known to us both."
Robert chuckled, while Ser Barristan shifted uncomfortably in his armor clearly not used to hearing anyone ever having been this crass with any of the Kings he had ever served under for sure.
"You are all the worst parts of your excesses Robert," Ned sighed heavily, "but a truth not necessary to be communicated but understood between you and I remains, you are my brother Robert for now and always and regardless of who you became between me riding North after you won the crown and the man laid before me today I have and always will love you, Your Grace."
Robert boomed out a full blown laugh at seeing Ned's cheeky smirk at the way he ended his small speech and ended up coughing out a glob of blood for good measure. Both Ned and Barristan hurried over to him with worry but he waved them off.
"Ser Barristan," he pointed directly at the knight, " you are the finest Knight I have ever had the pleasure of knowing, I'm glad we spared your life at the Trident I am however sorry that I couldn't be a King worth shite, you are the only one currently in your godforsaken order who deserves that white cloak as far as I'm concerned."
Ser Barristan looked upon Robert with a small and grateful smile, " you may not have been the best King your Grace but you were once a good man and a strong leader and that will be the Robert Baratheon I choose to remember."
At this Robert barked out another booming laugh, " I was a whorer back then still but perhaps less of the man I am now, thank you for your kind words Ser Barristan."
Having said his peace Robert leaned his head back on the pillows and felt a strange sort of acceptance wash over him as he genuinely begun to feel the strength seep out of his body and his vision grew blurry but he had one last jape to say before he went, " Ned, by the way isn't it funny how you the most honourable man I've ever known, has something rather close keeping us similar to each other."
He heard the confusion in Ned's voice, "Whatever do you mean Robert?"
To that Robert smiled as he finally closed his eyes, " We both can't help but father a bastard!"
The last thing he would ever hear was the exasperation in Ned's voice as he said, "Robert will you ever grow up."
Thus Robert Baratheon son of Steffon and Cassana, First of His Name, Lord Protector of The Realm and King of The Seven Kingdoms passed away with a smile on his face.
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A little while later
Robert expected to smell brimstone and feel fire licking his entire body as if he had been sentenced to burn like one of Aerys courtiers back in the day if he ever came to again and to see thousands upon thousands of other souls suffering in damnation, not the scene he saw before him.
Before him loomed the black stone and storm-lashed walls of Storm's End, his childhood home, the castle that would have been his home in another life. The air crackled around him not just with the rumble of thunder as a storm raged around him which wasn't unusual but it felt different still, something primal was in the air something old and...dangerous. He felt before he knew or saw someone, he wasn't alone.
He suddenly found himself within the Great Hall of Storms End which was disorienting and jarring and sat smack dab in the middle of the dark throne was a man Robert had seen in tapestries and portraits throughout the castle. Robert stammered, " D—Durran Godsgrief."
Wreathed in shadow and salt, his cloak billowing like sails in a gale. His eyes were blue and stormy, fury lay in his gaze and his face was fixed in a permanent scowl.
"Yes boy, I am Durran Godsgrief," the man spoke with an edge and his voice rumbled like the thunder from the storm brewing above Storms End. "Your ancestor, your blood," Durran's eyes travelled over Robert's form, " and your Judge."
Despite the severity of the situation, Robert chuckled, " You can not do any worse to me than that infernal boar that ended me, send me on to the Seven Hells and let's be done with it."
Durran's face darkened and he sneered at Robert, hefting the war hammer that before Robert hadn't even noticed laying at the side of the throne and levelling it at him, " You think eternal damnation is what you deserve boy? You think that death is an escape from the mistakes and shit you left the realm to deal with after your death? You will carry out your penance for your mistakes boy but no, first you shall bear witness to what happened to the realm after your death."
"At my death and defiance of the gods, they cursed me boy," Durran spoke to Robert, " I married my sweet Elenei and they hated me for it, Brandon long before he would be known as the Builder and her helped me build my seat and the gods destroyed them over and over again until we built the place where Storm's End."
Robert looked on entranced as he got the true account of how his childhood home came into being. " At my death, I fought with the gods of death themselves such was my defiance even then and struck a bargain with them that should I receive even a sliver of their power I'd help in keeping balance and ensuring that my line never produced a creature such as me again, thus far I have been successful," Durran spoke with a mirthless chuckle.
"However the rage and arrogance that was placed upon my line by the gods in retaliation for my unending defiance persists even to this day," Durran pointed directly at Robert, " so much so that after we toppled Rhllor and the Valyrian gods remaining scions they needed to find a way to balance the scales, that is why you needed to die, a true testament to the last of the Storm Kings and also my greatest shame."
"Stannis, Renly, my children and all the numerous bastards I sired still yet live so your point is moot," Robert grumbled, " the line of the Storm Kings endures."
Durran released a rumbling belly laugh, " endures he says, Stannis has always tempered the anger to be a perfect and stalwart brother, Renly is a pompous fool who believes in his self-importance a weak fop of a man, all of your bastards are untested and no nothing of the storm and your so called children are nothing at all."
Robert was about to retort but the chamber around him shifted dissolving into visions that grew more terrible the more they came.
He saw Joffrey ordering Ser Ilyn to chop off Ned's head at the steps of remembrance, saw Sansa scream as her father's head rolled down the steps. He saw Stannis consumed in his fanaticism of worshipping that Essosi Red God and the witch Melissandre whisper him into damnation. He saw him burn his own daughter on a stake at the wall and gods that made him retch, his brother had loved his daughter for him to grow that desperate after his loss to Joffrey at the Blackwater was saddening.
Speaking of Joffrey he felt rage at that little shit he had had a feeling that nothing that vile could have ever been his seed and he was right, that incestuous bitch had given him the horns but he felt sad knowing that Myrcella and Tommen were not his.
Renly murdered by a shadow assassin sent by Stannis' Red Witch and although saddened at his death and the kinslaying, technically as far as succession went Stannis was the rightful King not to say he'd have been a good one the man was as rigid as a stone but nonetheless he shouldn't have killed their baby brother.
He saw creatures of pure Ice raise the dead in the far North and wasn't it a complete shock to find out that the White Walkers of Legend were real.
He saw Ned's boy and Catelyn murdered by the Boltons and Freys at a wedding.
He saw Ned's other boy, the bastard for who else could he be but Ned's bastard looking quite similar to the man but surprisingly gentle in features and more comely standing in the frostbite ruins of Winterfell after having avenged the Red Wedding and returning from the dead (which was honestly unfair because why couldn't have the same be done for him, but Ned's son was as honourable as they come so he probably deserved to return to life).
He watched the boy fight the army of the dead and the White Walkers after rallying the living. Robert was proud of Ned's bastard son, he was a natural born leader and fought tooth and nail to get the job done, the type of man he'd have been proud to call a son had the fates been different in fact had he and Lyanna had a son he'd imagine him to be like Jon Snow.
The irony is how painful the next revelation hit because of this. Ned's younger son Brandon had returned after his stint being trained by Brynden Rivers (and wasn't that a shock to the system, it seems even bastard dragons are like cockroaches too so hard to kill), he told Jon Snow who his mother was and the floor could've swallowed Robert up with how much he felt himself sink to his knees.
Lyanna, his sweet, wild and free woman was Jon Snow's mother. His father was of course the rapist Prince Rhaegar Targaryen but sadly even that part was untrue. Rhaegar was not a rapist and Lyanna was not whisked away against her will. Robert's Rebellion was built on a lie and built on his pride, for Lyanna and he had never had some grand love story that he had pictured it to be.
Memories came unbidden to the front of his mind, Lyanna looking upon him disgusted when he grab a passing maid at Harrenhal and laid her across his lap grinning all the way, Lyanna telling him that he was a disgusting whorer when he revealed how many bastards he had had so far. Lyanna's smile failing to reach her eyes when he offered her red roses assuming they were her favourite flowers like every other lady and Lyanna looking upon him with disdain when he claimed the Knight of The Laughing Tree ran off when he caught him and left as the crowd nobles in the Hall of a Hundred Hearths cheered Lyanna gave him a look of loathing. She knew he had lied for she was the Knight, she knew he had lied because Rhaegar gave him the shield so that he could get the petty recognition. She knew and just like with all the other ways he disgusted her she just added it to the notches in her belt.
Aside from the pain of discovering that she had never loved him, Robert felt his default emotion to things not going his way. He felt that all familiar rage begin to take over him. "HOW DARE THAT BITCH!" Robert raged as the love story of Rhaegar and Lyanna unfurled to him, "I fought a gods damned war for her, men died in the name of me reclaiming my lady love and all for what?! For her to be sucking the cock of a damn dragonspawn bastard the entire time!"
Robert could feel his entire body tremble with rage as he spoke he was beyond angry and he knew he deserved to feel how he did, the bitch had willingly dishonoured him and broke a betrothal. She had led thousands hells millions of men to their deaths all for the sake of fleeing her obligations of being a wife to him.
Durran laughed breaking through Robert's hate filled rage, " there is that good old Robert Baratheon fury, the anger that both took and destroyed the Seven Kingdoms."
Robert grew angrier still at that statement and turned to his ancestor in rage but Durran threw some rage right at him, " CALM DOWN YOU FOOLISH BOY, LYANNA MAY HAVE DISHONOURED YOU BUT YOU DID NOT LOVE THAT FOOLISH GIRL AND YOU NEED TO PAY ATTENTION TO ALL THAT YOU ARE SEEING IN ORDER FOR YOU TO BE USEFUL TO ME MOVING FORWARD!"
Robert was still angry and wanted to rage but held back because the power radiating off his many times back ancestor gave him pause. He clenched his fists until they turned white and gritted his teeth so hard he was certain Stannis would be proud but albeit forced himself to continue to focus on the visions.
He saw his Rebellion, the three battles he had one in one day and he smiled faintly at the memory. He saw his defeat to Randyll Tarly at Summerhall and his escape to the Stoney Sept. He saw his turn with the whores in the whorehouse while loudly proclaiming he would save his betrothed and felt a little uneasy at that. He saw his defeat of Rhaegar at the Trident and finally understood why his last words were Lyanna further deepening his frown.
He saw Stannis standing strong against the besieging Reachmen and getting relieved before Ned proceeded to Dorne and Ned's fight with the Kingsguard and Lyanna dying in childbed.
He felt shame for the fact that his friend had to pretend that his sister's son was his bastard to protect him from his own friend. He saw Tywin present him with the dead children of Elia Martell and her corpse as well and his praise for the men who did the deed and felt shame thinking of if it were Tommen or Myrcella.
He watched himself slight Stannis and give him Dragonstone for failing to capture the Targrayen children even though he had finally seen how his brother had struggled to keep their home safe. Robert still felt the fury, still felt that he was justified in it, but the former king felt shame over his actions just as deeply.
"Gods," The former king of the Seven Kingdoms chuckled, " I was a shite everything, brother, Lord and King."
"At least you're understanding," Durran scoffed, " you may still have a lot to learn but I want you to understand overall, my progeny that you can not live as you did in Westeros if you mean to be better than that waste you became in your previous life."
Godsgrief hefted his warhammer onto his shoulder and got off his throne . He began to saunter towards Robert slowly large deliberate footfalls echoing across the halls, finally letting the man realise that he was a hulking beast in the form of a man as he continued with his slow approach. Coming upon Robert the former King on the Iron Throne noticed he only reached Durran's chest was of a height with his head.
Robert was not intimidated however and held his ground, he was the Demon of The Trident and no man or deity would frighten him.
Durran stopped before him, " your life was a disappointment successor of the Storm Kings, you could have been great but excess and wastefulness led you to your doom and this time around I would not have you waste the chance we as the gods of old bestow upon you."
Robert's eyes widened, "what could the gods want from me?"
"We need a warrior to go forth into another world and fight to bring balance there, we have done so before bringing one from their world into ours to save us from a great catastrophe," Durran said to Robert's consternation, "Bran the Builder was one such warrior pulled from their world to ours to defeat the servants of the Great Other."
After having seen those creatures first hand Robert had no reason to reject their existence as mere fairy tales ,"Bran the Builder must have been one hell of a man."
Durran chuckled, " he was and where you will be going you shall grow both in magic and in skill to rival him, you will be the subject of fate in this world from the moment you are born and you will have a hard life but you must rise to the occasion the world of magic you will born into depends on it."
Robert sighed deeply with his eyes closed, " I understand, Storm King hopefully I do better this time around," Robert developed a small smile, " the Lyanna thing still doesn't sit right with me but I'm too dead to properly care, what will help me in this promised second life of yours."
Robert unclenched his fists and sighed a bone deep exhaustion running through his body, " I'm definitely not the best at doing much asides from killing, there are some hard truths I need time to get over but if you're giving me the chance to do things better and grow to the fullest of my potential then I will do so," Robert looked in defiance at Durran however, " make no mistake however ancestor that I am not anyone's plaything gods or no I will be my own man and a credit to the words of my house before me as I wreak havoc upon those who believe they can trouble me in this new world Ours is The Fury after all."
Durran smirked before glaring at Robert, " may your fury guide you well descendant." He hefted his warhammer over his shoulder and swung it straight at Robert's shocked face, " may your next life be a testament to your house of old."
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July 31 1981
Godric's Hollow
Potter House
This new world that Robert had been born into could be described as nothing short of maddening....however in a good way.
Firstly he was a godsbedamned baby and if that wasn't aggravating enough he had seen himself in a mirror a couple of times courtesy of his new mother and was angry to find his eyes were a dazzling shade of vibrant green.
Green like a damned Lannister! The only saving grace that kept him from hating them was that his new mother, a gorgeous redhead named Lily had them as well and if Cersei Lannister was the fucking Stranger, Lily was the picture perfect example of the Mother herself in human form. Her goodness despite having those eyes and the fact that he was quite a handsome babe with a mop of black hair again even in this life calmed him down somewhat.
The madness continued to escalate however in the fact that this new world was definitely as magical as Durran had said. Owls able to deliver mail wherever you told them to go without training them, wands that could produce feats that the wildest imagination couldn't even dream up, a damned kind droopy eared demon that Robert had discovered was called a house-elf named Flopsy that sometimes changed his diapers when Lily went out and sang lullabies to him that had the magical quality of putting him to sleep in seconds. There were many more things about magic that drove him mad but he was learning to embrace the culture if he wanted to live in his new world.
His new parents helped however , bless them. Robert wasn't ashamed to say despite the short time he had spent with them so far, that he loved James and Lily Potter without a doubt. Of course not forgetting how amazing Steffon and Cassana Baratheon were as parents in his last life, but James and Lily were just as amazing if not the magic made them even a tad more.
James was barely a man grown by even Westerosi standards but he took to fatherhood like a boat on water, he probably would have been spoiled by the age of 10 if Lily didn't temper James' overindulgence, his father had this neat trick that once frightened him where he would literally turn into a stag for Harry's amusement and gallop around the living room to his pleased clapping and delight. Sometimes James would make the furniture dance or bring tiny figurines to life and have them entertain Harry, he was overall a fine father and wouldn't hesitate to show his son how much he loved him.
Lily was open with her affection but more reserved on spoiling Harry, she would however charm the roof of his room to mirror a night sky and make Harry fall asleep to a sight of shooting stars racing across his roof as he laid in his cot. He loved them both, gods he loved them.
Apart from James and Lily there was also another constant in Harry's life and this came in the form of his Godfather, a rambunctious young man named Sirius Black. Sirius Black made Robert feel extreme nostalgia for Westeros, he had the looks of a Stark and wasn't that a shock to the system the first time Robert actually saw him. The man had a long face, aristocratic cheekbones and the signature grey eyes of the Starks but that was were the similarities ended.
Sirius was reckless, charming and quite the ladies man if his mother's rants about Sirius not licking Harry's face too much when he shifted into a great big Shaggy dog because she didn't know which bint that tongue had been around was any indication. The man would whine as a dog and drop his ears but Harry would laugh and he'd immediately perk up and do some tricks to make him cackle even more.
In fact speaking of Sirius he had outdone himself today if his mother's shouts were anything to go by. Harry zoomed across the room on his brand new toy broomstick cackling with glee as he held onto it, with Sirius chasing after him equally laughing with glee. James had stopped laughing after Lily gave him a death glare and was half-heartedly yelling about how unsafe Harry was as well.
"Really Sirius! A broom of all things, he just turned one for heavens sake," Lily's eyes zoomed after Harry keeping track of the toddler's movements around the room, wand in hand prepared to stop him in case he fell at any point.
"Relax Lils, working a broom shaft is in his blood he couldn't possibly fall off I mean just look at how awesome Prongs is at it," Sirius laughed as he followed Harry around the room chasing him in circles as they played around.
"Yeah Lils, think about how awesome I am at it.." James was smiling but quickly rounded on Sirius with a glare, " Oi you prat I just realised what you were doing there!"
Sirius continued to laugh as he played with his godson while James crossed his arms and Lily snickered at him.
Harry understood why the Targaryens may have loved dragon riding so much in that moment however riding a broom through the air was exhilarating albeit the said broom was set at toddler speed and his tiny arms were already getting tired of holding on. Although he was cross at his Godfather as well for that silly joke of his but he loved how silly his Dad loomed trying to hex Sirius from across the room as the latter dodged and Lily panicked watching out for Harry as Sirius and his friend acted like children.
His new life was good.
Until it wasn't.
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October 31 1981
Godric's Hollow
Potter House
It was just like any other night James, Lily and Harry were in the living room curled up together listening to the Wizarding Wireless, the Weird Sisters playing a sweet melody and Lily and James disgusting Harry with random bouts of PDA. Harry loved his parents but seriously please couldn't they wait for him to fall asleep first.
The first sign that something was wrong was James abruptly standing up, " the wards are down, so is the Fidelius how in the hell—"
The entrance door blasted open immediately after, " Lily quick take Harry upstairs!"
James immediately sent a jet of fire straight at the doorway as a hooded man walked through, Lily sprung into action and raced up the stairs.
James whipped his wand around him in a circle all the wooden furniture breaking apart into sharp stakes and he immediately banished them straight towards the robed figure who immediately disintegrated them with a lazy wave of his wand.
"James Potter," the intruder practically hissed, " blood traitor and a waste for a scion of an Ancient and Noble line."
"Lord Voldemort, come to have yourself embarrassed by a barely out of Hogwarts youth again," James shot back with a strained cocky grin on his face, " By the time I'm done with you, Lily will be long gone and maybe I'll have earned the title of Dark Lord slayer, they'll probably fast track my auror career."
Voldemort chuckled, " you are full of yourself without reason Potter, tonight will be your undoing."
No talk was necessary, James immediately waved his wand in a fast intricate pattern, the couches turned into snarling wolves and the ink in the paintings rushed out like a tidal wave as they slammed into the Dark Lord. The 5 snarling wolves shot forward barely a second later aiming to rip and tear into the man.
A concussive wave burst forth before the wolves could even reach their target flinging them and even James who had cast a powerful shield in front of him, flying straight into the walls of the living room.
James groaned as he shook his head and propped himself up, he immediately rolled out of the way of a sickly green curse that would have struck him.
"The reflexes of a former seeker, still in effect I see," The Dark Lord appeared still relatively unharmed by all James had sent at him so far, " I heard tell that you were quite the transfiguration genius and after seeing how fast you brought up these now deceased pups I see that they were right."
"Thanks for the compliment ol'Voldy," James shot back as he wiped the blood away from his forehead in an attempt to stop it from getting into his eyes from a cut that must have opened when he hit the wall earlier, "compliments from a soon to be dead man however don't mean to much perhaps to your Death Eater lickspittles but not me."
Voldemort smirked, "your parlour tricks end now boy."
James waved his wand again and it seemed nothing had happened until Voldemort felt a powerful blow hit him from behind and send him straight into the fireplace. The Dark Lord immediately snuffed out the flames but his other arm and leg were bent at unnatural angle as he forced himself back to his feet.
Before he could snap his limbs back into place with a bout of his powerful healing magic, the culprit for the blow he suffered grabbed him in a vice grip from behind. His arm with his wand dangling uselessly in the giant arm of a Stone Golem.
"Well done I'm impressed Lord Potter it seems you put a lot of work into protecting your family after all," Voldemort sneered as James raised his wand for what he assumed to be the boy's attempt at a killing blow, "but it's still not enough to deal with the likes of me!"
James golem exploded as Voldemortt used unnatural strength to simply rip himself away from the construct and in the same breath slash his wand at it and explode it to pieces. Wheeling around he sent an overpowered blasting curse at James that sent him careening into the wall again and hitting it with such force that some chunks broke off it.
James tried to get his body to move but it was futile and he was pretty sure his back might have been broken.
Voldemort sauntered up to him and looked down at him, " The last pure-blooded Potter such a waste," he said as he looked down into James brown eyes. No trace of injury was apparent on Voldemort he had been playing with James the entire time, even the broken bones had been reset already making it more apparent.
Lord Voldemort levelled his wand at the downed man and said, "Avada Kedavra."
As the spell whistled towards him James only thoughts were of Lily, Harry, Sirius, his friends and family 'please let them be safe.'
The moment Lily got upstairs to Harry's room, she cast the strongest locking charm she knew and topped it up with the rune scheme matrix for good measure. She immediately tried to apparate a second time and found that the anti-apparition charms were still locked tightly in place by the Dark Lord.
"Damn it all," she said as she felt the house shake as she tried to send a patronous for help but it couldn't even be drawn out all that escaped her wand was a wisp of silvery light, " he even made an anti-patronous charm damn it!"
Lily placed Harry in the cot and felt the house shake for a second time. "My darling baby boy," tears welled up in her eyes as she looked down at Harry who had a look too grim to be on the face of a one year old, " I need you to be brave while your father fights for us, I have something that will save you my love." Lily pointed her wand at the floor and twisted it in a counter-clockwise locking motion and a complicated rune matrix appeared on the floor, walls and roof of the room, a dark red and complicated thing.
Lily began to chant in a guttural voice as she waved her wand around the room. "Blood of the mother willingly given, cover thy son in bonds of magic and blood protect him from the enemy that has chosen him and wreak thy vengeance on the soul of the more than thrice damned with love as the anchor so mote it be!"
The room glowed deeply in the red light and Lily finished it off by using a cutting curse on her palm and dripping her blood in the centre of the rune scheme on the floor. The room was dazzlingly bright for a moment once more and then all the runes disappeared once again making even the blood on the floor disappear.
Lily panted heavily, whatever magic she had done rendering her heavily weakened. She turned to Harry with a weak smile, " you'll be safe no matter what my love."
The door blew open and off it's hinges as if the locking charm and reinforcements were never there. Lily defiantly stood to face the Dark Lord, a cutting charm soaring straight towards his face that he batted away carelessly.
"Step aside foolish girl, I only came for the boy," Voldemort's crimson eyes burned with anger at the audacity of the Mudblood to try to strike at him.
"I'd rather die, please spare my son he hasn't done anything to you take my life instead," Lily sent wordless spells careening towards the Dark Lord and were batted away easily due to their weakened state.
"I will not ask you again girl consider this your final warning," Voldemort said as he levelled his wand at her.
Lily turned her face to look at Harry tears gleaming in her eyes and whispered 'I love you'. She levelled her wand at the Dark Lord, " Ava--."
Lily's spell never left her mouth, a sickly green spell struck her in the chest before she could even wave her wand. Lily Potter died protecting her son.
"Foolish girl, Severus will be displeased but no matter," Voldemort snarled as he walked towards the cot, " all this for an insignificant child."
Harry Potter fixed Voldemort with a glare as his green eyes glowed with unrestrained magic. The toys in his cot begun to float and the Dark Lord smiled down at the toddler menacingly.
"Defiance at only a year old," Voldemort chuckled ruefully, "perhaps you really would have been the one to challenge me, a shame we'll never know."
Voldemort levelled his wand at Harry and the toddler forced his tiny body to stand and hold his cot by the handles as he levelled a glare at the Dark Lord.
The monster known as Voldemort had come into Harry's home and taken his family from him and Harry for the most part had promised himself one thing above all else. If he survived this Voldemort would rue the day they ever crossed paths.
The Dark Lord's menacing smile never left his face as the green spell flew out of his wand towards the child he had come to kill.
As the spell soared towards the young Harry Potter he had only one overwhelming thought filled his head along with what Uncle Sirius said whenever he stubbed his toe and mom wasn't around, "Ours is The Fury Motherfu--!"