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Prologue

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Prologue

"Lily it's him! Take Harry and Run!" James Potter shouted as he turned away from his wife when she frantically bounded up the stairs. He braced himself for the upcoming fight and watched as the door blast open. Glass shards flew everywhere and several items fell to the floor with a crash. James stumbled back as the force of the wind slammed into him. He steadied his footing and looked up to see the one person he was dreading.

Voldemort stood there, red bloodshot eyes blazing with anger. His pitch black robes were flowing behind him. He sneered at the man in front of him as he growled out, "Where is my son Potter?"

James gulped as he stood in front of the towering man. Voldemort's magic swirled around him breaking everything in sight. The windows burst into a million pieces and made contact with his skin leaving it bloodied as he cried out in pain. Tripping back he fell to his knees as pain overwhelmed him. He looked up to see the dark lord laughing at him cruelly. He swallowed back the lump in his throat and the thoughts of his wife and the family they wanted filled his mind. He knew it was wrong what he did. But he couldn't find it in himself to care. He did what he had to do for his family.

"I won't ask again Potter! Where is my son?" Voldemort snarled as he peered down at the pathetic man in front of him.

James shakily stood up and stared defiantly at the towering man in front of him. " He's not yours. He's mine now. Monsters like you don't deserve children." James spat.

Voldemort's eyes narrowed in anger.
He released a cry of fury and snapped out his wand pointing it directly at the mans chest. The bloody glass shards that lay discarded on the floor suddenly rose and once again pierced James skin but before the dark lord could do anything truly damaging a jet green light erupted from the corner of the room and hit James directly in the chest. He let out a cry of agony and fell back onto the floor as his eyes rolled to the back of his head. James Potter was dead.

Lily his wife came hurriedly down at the sound of the commotion and stopped still at the sight of her husbands body. She clutched Harry tighter to the point he began to cry. Lily ignored him and took out her wand.
"YOU BASTARD. YOU KILLED MY HUSBAND!" She screamed in anger and let out a hex from her wand.

Voldemort simply pushed it to the side and cast a spell directly at her careful to miss the crying baby in her arms. Lily glared at him and hastily put up a shield. She stood too overwhelmed in anger and grief to think straight and cast a killing curse meant for the dark lord. It bounced off the shield she made earlier and hit her directly in the chest instead.

Voldemort watched as the woman collapsed to the ground next to her deceased husband leaving Harry crying on the floor next to her. Voldemort hastily picked the toddler up and cradled him to his chest soothing him. Just when he was about to leave he heard a cold voice speak from behind him.

"Well isn't this a touching reunion." Dumbledore sneered coming out from the shadows.

"Dumbledore. Why are you here?" Voldemort spat quickly casting a shield up to block a killing curse Dumbledore sent his way.

"She called me Tom." Dumbledore said grimly. 

He cast several more killing curses weakening Voldemort's shield until one finally pushed through. However instead of crumpling to the ground Voldemort disintegrated. Dumbledore's eyes widened as he watched the "power" swirl around him and then out of the door. He was so distracted he didn't notice that some of the power had flown away from the crowd and seeped into Harry.

"What did I do? I don't get it! He's supposed to be dead! I was supposed to kill him!" Dumbledore said angrily. He looked down at the baby wriggling in Lily's grasp trying to escape and an unnatural gleam appeared in his eyes. "Harry!" He said as he picked the squirming baby up and noticed the lightning bolt scar on his head. He realised that his curse must have somehow touched Harry as well. Dumbledore raised his wand intending to finish the work the curse had started but lowered it when a brilliant idea popped into his mind.

"Lets see if we can find a place for you Harry." Dumbledore said. His brilliant idea was to send Harry over to his "aunt" Petunia's house. He remembered Petunia and the consistent letters begging him to let her attend Hogwarts. He had seen Lily's memories of her. She had never forgiven him, or any of the magical world for excluding her. It was the perfect place to send Harry. He took a moment to pause and write a letter to put on her doorstep.

Dear Petunia Dursley,

Its my unfortunate task to inform you that your sister and brother in law have passed. They met their untimely death at the hands of the most powerful dark lord Voldemort. Luckily I managed to chase him off and by a miracle young Harry, your nephew, survived. However I feel he might return one day and because of that I am entrusting Harry's care in your hands. In the case he does return I feel he might have evil plans for young Harry here. By putting Harry into your care I am not only guaranteeing the safety of your nephew but also yours.

While Harry is in your care I want you to ensure you do everything possible for you to stomp the magic out of him. It is for his own good. I think it would be best if when Voldemort returns Harry is no longer a wizard so Voldemort won't be able to use him for his own nefarious plans. I know you will aid me in this task. If not for me or young Harry then for whatever love you have left for your departed sister. She did of course give her life for Harry here.

I understand that taking care of another child is quite expensive so I have arranged for a monthly stipend to be transferred into your account. This will continue on until Harry's 17th Birthday which is when he reaches his age of maturity in the Wizarding world.

Sincerely yours,

Albus Dumbledore

Headmaster of Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

(0rder of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc, Chf Warlock, Supreme Mugwump, International Confed, of wizards.)

Satisfied with the letter Dumbledore apparated to Privet Drive in Surrey and walked towards Petunia's door. When he was in front of number 4 he caught sight of McGonagall's cat form. He smiled at her, blinked and was suddenly looking the severe witch in the eyes.

"How did you know I would be here Minerva?" 

"Hagrid."

"Of course."

"You don't suppose you'd tell me why your here of all places."

" I'm here to bring Harry to his last living relatives. His aunt and uncle. There the only family he has left now."

"You don't mean - you can't mean the people that live here!" Minerva cried pointing at number 4, "Dumbledore you can't! What about Augusta? She was Frank's mother who was Harry's second godfather, mind you!" 

"It's the best place for him. His aunt and uncle will keep him protected. He'll be famous for something he can't remember! Can't you see he'll be better growing up away from the limelight and everything until he's ready. Besides I've wrote a letter to explain everything. They'll tell it to him when he's older." 

"Really Dumbledore? You think you can explain everything in a letter?"

"Obviously as I have already done so." Dumbledore pushed pass McGonagall and placed Harry with a bundle of money and tucked the letter inside the blanket. "Come on. It's been a long day."

As they turned to leave Dumbledore stopped and looked back over his shoulder. "Hold on. I almost forgot." He pulled out his wand and cast a quick warming spell. It wouldn't do well for Harry to freeze. No he had plans for the young child. Plans that wouldn't be ruined so easily.