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Nothing had gone had to plan. There was a snitch in Marvolo’s inner circle. Igor Karkaroff, old family friend (his father one of the first death eaters) had betrayed them to Dumbledore in return for the control of Durmstrang and protection. Dumbledore was waiting for him at Godric’s Hollow, angry, waiting for the kill. Marvolo had made a great show, turning up in his full ‘Lord Voldemort’ glamour.His plan was for it to appear that Voldemort had killed Lily and James and the baby so they could all escape to the slytherin house in Germany. The ministry would never look for him there, the german and english relationship never being fully repaired after the reign of Grindlewald. They could all be safe, well in theory.
Dumbledore took him by surprise. Marvolo was ashamed to admit how easy it was for the old man to over power him. He hated to think of what happened next, but the end of the night Lily and James had both died at the hands of Dumbledore. Marvolo’s soul has been tears apart, fragments across all his horcruxes, he body and sanity both disappeared.
Looking at Harry brought all of these memories flooding back to Marvolo. He stood still as a board for a few seconds before coming back to his senses and taking notice of the small teenager that stood before him, his hand still outstretched for Marvolo to heal. He wicking composed himself carefully, not letting anything slip in his expression but he felt a rush of pride as he looked at his son, at his Harold. “Severus please come to my drawing room. This requires your attention” he used his python patronus to send a message to his partner. They were in for a tough few days.