The people of number four, Privet Drive, were proud to say that they were perfectly normal, thank you very much. They were the last people you'd expect to be involved in anything strange or mysterious, because they just didn't hold with such nonsense. The Dursleys had everything they wanted, but they also had a secret, and

their greatest fear was that somebody would discover it. This big secret was at this moment sleeping in a old worn out bed in the smallest bedroom of the house. At first look you would think that this person was as normal as normal could be.

However it was what was inside the small boy that made the Dursley's blood run cold. You see this small boy, their nephew Harry Potter, was a wizard. It was this that they kept from anyone who would happen to visit. But this night while all were asleep a even deeper fear was in the process of being done. No one heard the light click as the lock in the kitchen turned. No one heard the open and close of the back door as some one had entered. No one heard the soft barely audible steps of a this dark and frightening being. No one even heard the sound of the door to the smallest bed room open, or the soft sound it made when he closed the door. Before a sound could be made it was drowned out as the life of this young child seeped into the mouth of this ancient being. As the last drop of life left the young boy the stranger took a knife from his cloak and gently slices a small area on his own arm. Blood began to flow as the blade opened the pale skin. Drops landed in the open mouth of the boy fighting to stay awake.

The taste of this new drink was making him wild with hunger. Lightening fast the mans arm was brought to the mouth of this youth. Gulp after gulp the youth devoured this new food, until he was pulled fro it with a pain that couldn't match any other. Pain so horrible that he couldn't even speak. The older figure backed away cradling his arm as he watched the youth change. He too had been through the same ordeal as the young boy was now. The boys body was dieing his organs stopping. Slowly his heart was beginning to beat slower and slower until finally it stopped. There lying on the bed curled up fear etched on his face was the cold lifeless body of Harry Potter. The dark figure left the house to return to safety of the hidden Keep in the Forbidden Forest, as the first rays of sunlight began to etch over the sky. He wasn't scared of the sunrise but rather the people that appeared as it rose. Entering the Keep he rushed to the center room, sighing he sat down. Now it was only a mater of time.

            In his office the elderly wizard sat watching the sun rise as a single tear fell. The savior of the wizarding world was lost. It was too late. But in fear of what would happen if the muggles would do he had two teachers go to his house and gather the belongings of the boy, and the boy himself to bring back to castle. But the thing he had not counted on would come to pass as the boy awakened.

"Minerva, you get the boy's body I'll get his belongings." Whispered the voice of Severus Snape. Minerva nodded as she walked the stairs to the smallest bed. What she hadn't expected was what was in the room. As she opened the door a young man/boy turned to her and smiled. With a soft thump she fell to floor, out cold. The Potions Master rushed up to the room to find a young man kneeling next to Minerva. He could hardly believe his eyes as the boy raised his head to greet the new person standing next to him.

"Hello Professor, what are you doing here?"