Chapter 1

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Muggle London, 2:48am, August 1st 1981

The night was still, the sky was dark, and the clouds were just rolling in, slowly blanketing the night into fog. A single man hurriedly walked by an alley, his watery eyes darting back and forth. Not a sound was heard, and he let out a long-held sigh of relief.

The man was cloaked in black; a hood overshadowed his face revealing nothing but dark eyes. Glancing back and forth one last time, the man walked back towards the alley, his steps slow and reluctant.

Only when he had slipped into the shadows of the alley did he lower his hood. Jet-black tussled hair fell over a tired face. James Potter's eyes continued to dart around a few more moments before he brought out a bundle of blankets. A little head was seen from within the blankets, a little boy, no more than a year-old at the least. James Potter looked around one last time before gently placing the little bundle on top of a garbage can. Taking one last look at the bundle, the man apparated, his final farewell to the baby blown away by the wind,

"Good-bye Harry."

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Hogwarts, Headmaster's office, 11:17pm, July 31st 1981

Earlier that night:

"NO, YOU'RE LYING!" James voice could be heard vibrating throughout the room. His chair had fallen onto the ground behind him, his wife's eyes had widened dramatically and the man that had caused the reactions sat calmly in front of the Potters.

"I'm afraid not James, a prophecy has been made earlier tonight, and young Harry may just be the one that it's about." James and Lily both paled, both staring at the sleeping bundle in Lily's arms.

"No, no, you've got to be wrong!! We are NOT getting involved in this war any further!! You have to be wrong!" Harry was deposited onto Albus' desk, and Lily was slowly backing away from her child, her voice shrill and broken. James quickly went to his wife, his arms wrapping themselves around her, his right hand placing itself on top of his wife's 6 month pregnant stomach. Immediately, Lily started crying and James did what he could do, hold and try to comfort his wife.

James held his wife tighter as another sob broke through from his wife. Already, Lily had lost so much to this war against Voldemort. Her parents had both been murdered during the night that Lily had gone into labour. In her distress and pain, she ended up losing Harry's twin. She had never been the same since that night, and although James saw that she loved Harry, he couldn't help noticing from time to time that Lily seemed to shield away from her infant son, who was a reminder of what she had lost that night.

"James, Lily, what I've told you is merely just something that may happen, a prediction if you may. We cannot be sure that Harry will be marked by Voldemort." Dumbledore's voice broke through James' thoughts. Both Potter's froze, and their gazes met, failing to see the headmaster's suspicious look. When they turned to him a moment later, Dumbledore's face was nothing but of concern.

"It's been a long night, we s-should be going now." Lily's cracked voice broke through the silence. Her head was bent down, her eyes failing to meet those of the headmaster's.

For a minute, Dumbledore continued to survey Lily closely before slowly nodding. He placed a simile on and gently lifted Harry up from his desk, moving forwards towards Lily to give her back the child. Lily though, had backed away, her wide eyes locked on the baby's tiny form. The headmaster stopped when he noticed, and frowned in concern.

"Lily-" he started.

"James, c-can you take Harry right now? Thank you for informing us…of the happenings of tonight headmaster. Come on James, let's go home." Without letting the headmaster continue, James and Lily walked out of his office and out of Hogwarts.

Dumbledore stood where he was, a troubled look on his face. From his perch, Fawkes trilled urgently, flying over and landing on Albus' shoulder. The headmaster stroked the phoenix soothingly, walking over to his desk and pulling out a sheet of parchment.

"I know Fawkes, I'm worried as well. I didn't like what I felt when the Potter's heard the news. I must say, I'm very disappointed in them. Why-" Albus shook his head, trying to clear his thoughts. Fawkes continues to trill urgently, his usual musical notes coming out rapidly and in high pitch notes. Albus wrote quickly with haste, and a moment later, he was done. Reading it over quickly, the old empath tied the parchment onto one of Fawkes legs and watched as the phoenix immediately disappear in burst of smoke.

Looking out his window Albus sighed and stared warily at the darkening sky.

"I hope it will not come to this."

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Godric's Hallow, Master Bedroom, 1:45am, August 1st 1981

"Lily…are you sure of this? Is this what you want?" James watched his wife, his eyes concerned, his arms holding their son. Lily was across the room from them. Her eyes blazed from his question.

"SURE? Of course I'm sure James! I can't lose anyone else, not you, not our baby," Here she placed both her hands to her abdomen; "…I can't lose another child, or anybody else that I love to this war."

Across the room, James frowned, did she mean then, that she didn't love-no. James brushed away the thought, Lily was a mother, she loved her children, including Harry. He bit his lip, eyeing the little child, the child in his arms. Lily had made sense; they couldn't keep Harry. The Potter's were already high up on Voldemort's hit list, and Lily didn't want it to be any higher, she didn't want her family more broken then it was; she wanted to protect their unborn child, sacrificing their son in the process.

"It's the only way James, or else we may be dead tomorrow or the day after that. I want to see my child born and grown up. Please, James, please don't take that hope away from me." Lily's green eyes pleaded with him. James knew he had given in, he had never denied his wife anything, and Lily was right…she was always right. James let out a sigh,

"Ok Lily, I'll do it." Lily broke into a smile and nodded encouragingly.

"I'll be waiting then." Lily settled herself onto the bed, closing her eyes and smiling peacefully. James watched his wife silently and slowly turned around and left the room. In his arms, Harry shifted slightly letting out a sweet baby sigh. His arms shook as he looked down at Harry, his baby, his son.

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Muggle London, 2:59am, August 1st 1981

Present:

Two pairs of eyes watched as James Potter apparated away.

"I didn't think they'd actually do this." Albus Dumbledore's blue eyes had lost their usual twinkle as he slowly walked over the abandoned enfant. Behind him, a purple-robed figure followed. Albus lifted the child into his arms, holding the little boy tenderly. The figure behind him lifted their arms, signifying that Albus should place the child into their arms.

Albus broke into a smile, "Ah, so you will take him in?" The robed figure nodded, hood falling back. The woman nodded grimly. She was truly beautiful; she had a lithe figure and with a slightly pointed face, forest-green eyes, and beautiful silky black hair, she made quite a sight to behold. What was most amazing and held most attention though were her ears, slightly pointed and delicately shaped. Her ears, along with her beauty clearly identified her as a high elf, a race of beings so rarely seen by mortals or wizards.

Albus smile widened considerably as he watched the elf queen coddle the baby boy. She was examining him, brushing back his hair, and studying him from all angles, making sure that the boy was not hurt, malnourished, or in anyway mistreated. When she was satisfied, she turned back to Albus.

"He'll have a new name and a new family now, do you understand?"

Albus nodded, still smiling.

"He's my son now. The Potter's are not laying another finger on him from this day on."

Again, Albus nodded.

"My family and I will raise him well Albus, but the year in which he will enter Hogwarts is questionable."

At this, Albus stopped nodding and straightened, but understood. "You do not yet trust wizards."

Her piercing eyes met his in challenge, "From what has happened to my race and from what I've seen happen to my son tonight, do you blame me Albus?" She was surprised however when all Albus did was shake his head and continue smiling at her. The queen sighed exasperatly at her old friend. "Honestly Albus, if I didn't know for as long as I have, I would think you've gone senile on me now."

Albus chuckled; she was one of the only people he knew that could say that to his face. "I apologize Chiara, forgive this old man." He laughed outright seeing his friend roll her eyes. As his laughter slowed though, he took the baby boy into his arms once again and gazed into the innocent sleeping face.

"Good-Bye Childe and good luck in your future." Chiara smiled at him as he handed the boy back.

"You are free to visit him Albus, Merlin knows you always show up unexpectedly as it is already. I'm sure my son can use a grandfather." She smirked at him.

Albus chuckled and nodded, "I thank you, and I intend to visit you and your growing family very much in the near future."

Chiara gave Albus a hug in farewell, mindful to not crush her new son, and awake him. "I look forward to your visit Albus," she smiled, "My husband is anxious to continue that chess match that you had to leave in the middle of."

Albus coughed and laughed nervously, "Really now? Tell him that we shall continue the next time I visit." Here Albus smiled, "Farewell for now my friend, and I hope to see you soon. Take good care of the child."

Chiara smiled one last time at her old friend before disappearing from sight, leaving the muggle world, and entering into the realm of the elves.

Albus stayed a moment longer before apparating away. There was no evidence, no trace at all that a child had once been there.

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Hogwarts, Headmaster's Office, 12:00pm, August 1st 1981

Albus sat at his desk, slowly stoking Fawkes who cooed calmly while reading the head line of today's Daily Prophet.

'Young Harry Potter Dies of Death Eater Attack'
-Rita Skeeter

In the early hours of today, the Potter's home was attacked by Death Eaters. Luckily, Auror James Potter was there to defend his home and his pregnant wife, Lily Potter. Unfortunately though, when back-up aurors arrived, the Potter's only son, Harry Potter (1) was killed, and his body missing. The only consolation to the Potter's tragic night is that their unborn child remains safe and healthy. This reporter sends her condolences for the loss of a child and hopes that Potter's will recover.

Albus set the paper aside and walked towards his large windows. He watched as the Slytherin team practiced, each member listening intently to what their captain was saying. He finally smiled as he watched each member kick off and soar into the cloudy sky.


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Um...so tell me what you think, ur ideas of plot, character etc. Hope you guys enjoyed the first chapter.

-Tanzanite S.