1 Night of Fate!

AN: The story takes place in an Alternate Universe which is entirely different from the main universe, The main setting would be the marvel universe but the Wizards have been in hiding for a long time until Hydra managed to figure out some inconstancies and thus began the war between Hydra and the Wizarding world.

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{Godric's Hollow}

{10:31 PM, 31st Oct 1981}

The lamposts flickered, the village was silent even though it was Halloween, and there was no gaggle of children trick or treating as an ominous feeling surrounded everyone. A robed figure silent made his way through the path. His gaze was steady, fixed on seemingly nothing as the blood-red eyes waited in anticipation for his follower to emerge.

The once handsome face of a boy had transformed into a serpentine figurine, pupils shaped like slits, an unnaturally pale face, with flat cheekbones gave him a dangerous look. He glanced at the empty space in front of him, he was patient today, calmly waiting for the rat to come.

"The Potter family residence is located in Godric's Hollow" a squeaky voice spoke as a rat transformed into a man beside him. Pettigrew was short, barely reaching 5'8, plus he was hunched, almost bowing to the Slytherin alumnus.

"Leave!" Voldemort's voice was quiet, he barely spoke above a whisper but the rat jumped and hurried away to somewhere in the village. He looked back at the house that most others can't see with a hint of regret before he shook his head and transformed once again.

Voldemort, on the other hand, watched as a house appeared in front of him out of nowhere, it was a small suburban house, the lights were on and there were still wards present which would alert the inhabitants as soon as he breached them.

The alert ward was one of the most basic and useful ones, it's sole purpose was to break as soon as some unfamiliar magic tampers with it. Seeing that there was no way to sneak in and quietly deal with the twins, he sent a silent bombarda at the door.

The door crumpled inwards smashing into someone as he heard someone grunt before a scream broke through the eerie silence of the village. Unsurprisingly no one reacted, He heard someone's frantic dash towards the stairs as he breached the blown-up front door. A fallen figure easily recognizable as James Potter laid sprawled on the ground, blood pooling from his injuries, he could easily see the gash on his forehead and the blood pooling from the back of his head.

He ignored the crumpled form of the pureblood lord and made his way upstairs. Even if he survives he would in the end come looking to fight him soon once he looks at the corpses of his sons. His attention on the other hand was focused on the next threat to his mission, well not so much as a threat or so to say a minor annoyance.

He blasted the nursery door open and a similar thing happened again, the room was instantly in disarray as he once again looked at the crumpled form of the mudblood witch. She was still breathing and he could hear her groaning as she slowly tried to crawl between him and the crib that she tried to protect with her body.

"I'll finish you off after I'm done with your kids," Voldemort's low tone hissed as he smirked with malice toward the mitch.

"No, no, no please spare them, kill me, please..." The witch started groveling as she renewed her efforts to stall him. The white death stick was swiftly aimed at the crib where two babies lay, both were crying aloud which was annoying him so he swiftly aimed at the hazel-eyed kid and intoned.

"Avada Kedavra"

"Nooooooo!!!!" Lily screamed as a green light flashed towards her babies. She tried to throw herself between them but her fractured leg screamed with agony as she flopped to the floor.

The Dark Lord's smirk quickly turned into a frown and then panic as his face was illuminated with green light before indescribable pain overtook his senses.

A scream escaped his mouth as his body crumpled into ashes as the soul that was pulling it together was ripped away. The black cloak and the yew wand with a bone head as the handle, at the end of it fell to the floor as 100's of wizards all across Bratain felt their hands itch before a pain similar to cruciatus erupted from their right hands. The dark mark rapidly faded as did the color from their faces as they understood the implications.

Lord Voldemort, The Dark Lord had fallen.

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{Spinner's End}

{10:38 PM, 31st Oct 1981}

Severus Snape never liked Hallowe'en, all notions of holidays were beaten out of him when he was merely a child, but he knew in that instance that things could always get worse. Today was one such example, nevermind his excruciatingly painful mistake, he knew what that pain meant more than others under the dark lord. After all, he was the one who placed the prophecy at the Dark Lord's feet in his youthful exuburence.

'No, no, no...'

"Expecto Patronum~" he casted hastily as soon as he was able to get back up. A bright white doe appeared from his wand and did a couple of circles around him, seemingly looking for threats. Putting more power into the spell he spoke, "The Dark Mark's gone, something happened to the Potter's" he said with a grimance, hoping that Dumbeldore would be able to figure out what happened.

He thought for a moment about what to do, he won't be able to enter the potter house because it was under fedilius, there was only one way he could manage that. Severus had a maniacal gleam in his eyes as his hand tightened on his wand, it was time to hunt down a rat...