Prologue

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The child of Maran and Kilak sat beside them. Maran, [being the man he was] held his son close to his chest.

"You know we won't be able to keep this a secret for very long." The other male, Kilak said.

"I know, but if we can for a bit longer that would be nice." Replied Maran.

The child had been a cauldron baby, something which was not only illegal, but dangerous. The entire process in and of itself was basically theory. Only a few had managed to do so before, and never this type of pair. It had always been pure blooded wizards, not a muggleborn and a pureblood. They were lucky to even have a child as it were.

With their family lineage [combined] to worry about this child would be rather powerful. He may even be able to defeat the 'dark lord.' This wasn't something that they wanted, they did not support him, but did not support the light either. Dumbledore and his 'greater good' ideals were not what they believed was just. He could let others follow blindly, but neither of them were going to be fooled by it.

It was when the child was nearly a year old that the secret was out. A prophecy had been foretold in England, and a few children had been scouted for. The 'dark lord' was desperate to vanquish the 'savior' of the wizarding world. Or the would-be-savior anyway. This led to searches throughout many countries, one of which was their home country.

Their child [which Maran had chosen to call Darani] had been born on the fifteenth of September, but the appearance of a child at the residence of two males had risen suspicion. Even though their child was not born near the end of July, he was still sought after. There was only one child that they could tell fit the description, and he was a wizard child from Britain.

Kilak's job sometimes sent him to the British Isles, where he had overheard part of the prophecy. When he told Maran, the other male had glared at nothing for quite some time.

"Our son will most likely be targeted. He is much stronger than the average child of his age, and if it weren't for my distant relatives of the Black family people would have already found out." Maran had said, but that was nearly a year ago now.

The child was little more than a year old now, and he was the pride and joy of Maran and Kilak. It was on one night when things changed. Maran and Kilak had just come home from work and Darani was left with his grandfather for the day. They came home to find the wizard dead, and a foreign wizard in the house. What was the meaning of this …

The man had uttered Avada Kedavra, and Kilak's lifeless body slumped to the floor before Maran could even lift a finger. Destraught the male clutched the body of his dead lover and glared hatefully at the man.

"Why?" he asked, tears slowly running down his cheeks.

"I cannot have such a strong child live. He may not be part of the prophecy, but his power drew me from Britain." The man said, pointing to a sleeping Darani in his crib. Maran's hands tightened on the body of Kilak as he walked over to the crib. The other did not move, watching to gauge the newcomer's reaction.

"What is so important about him? My son …"

"He is your son? Surely you could not have-"

"My soulmate has been killed and you ask such a thing? My son shall not befall the same fate." Maran said, dropping the body gently to the floor and taking out his wand. It was of cypress, something that was not used in wands created in Britain, so the foreigner was temporarily distracted by it.

Maran's mercury gaze was determined as he pointed his wand and cast a wordless Protego at his son. He then engaged in a duel with the foreigner. All of the spells the other wizard shot at him were strange, said in the language of his own country, and not in Japanese like Maran was so used to. In the end, Maran's very life was hanging by a thread. There was no way to continue, but he needed to, he needed to save his son. Their son …

The last thing Maran did before a streak of green light claimed his life was say goodbye to his son. He gave him one last gift: the gift of their family lineage. Something that would forever bind his son to the heir of his ancestors. It had been fortold, long ago, that the heir to Slytherin and the heir to Kilak's line would end up life bonded, and he made that even easier. Maybe his son could change things; make life better for everyone, and knock both leaders of light and dark down a few knotches.

Voldemort aimed his wand and hissed the killing curse. The dark haired man slumped to the floor, a smile on his lips. The dead man meant nothing to him, but the dark lord realized he might have made a powerful ally. The man had been adamant on saving his son, so that might not have been possible. A soft noise brought him out of his musings. The child had crawled to the edge of the crib, blinking tired eyes oepen to look at the room.

Voldemort did not know why, but he was drawn to the small frame. The child was nothing out of the ordinary really. He had hair a shade or two darker than blood, eyes the color of ash, and skin a combination of the two dead men at his feet. There was nothing special … but there must have been. He stared into the child's eyes, and saw a burning fire, one that should not be in the eyes of someone so young …

Before he could stop himself he had let a hand start to reach out to the child. He blinked and forced his arm to his side. This was no time for curiosity, and staring at the child he wanted to kill would do no good. He'd managed to plant a cursed scar on the forehead of the Longbottom child, but it was this one he would kill. This one who was much stronger, and this one who must die for it.

He raised his wand and uttered the two words that would seal their fate forever.

"Avada Kedavra."

With a flash of light they both fell, the child's small body arcing to the floor and landing next to the body of the dark lord almost gracefully. They both seemed dead, for their eyes were closed and their bodies lax, but it was the child who opened his eyes an hour or so later. This child, who would be the 'savior' but not grow up as one.

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A/n:

I know this seems confusing. Things will be explained eventually, and this is not a Harry is the bwl story. Things will not completely follow canon either, so if that's what you want leave now.

R and R