October 31, 1981. The leaves rustled in the faint breeze in a quiet neighborhood in Surrey, England. It was a perfectly normal place to live, with perfectly manicured lawns, nice generic houses, a movie theater, and a town drunk that would sometimes sleep in a park only a stone's throw away from Privet Drive.

That was how things went on an average night during your average Indian summer. But this night was anything but ordinary. An old man in a sparkling purple bathrobe and a woman in a similar green bathrobe were standing in front of Number 4 Privet Drive, talking quietly.

The old man was holding a bundle of clothes, which he quickly placed on the doorstep of Number 4. The old man and the woman exchanged a few parting words and then disappeared with twin cracks.

As quickly as the odd couple from before had left, another, more potent, presence made itself known.

"Hmmmm what's this? A present for me? Well thank you God."

A man of undeterminable age stepped out of the light and picked up the bundle that held a small boy with jet black hair. The man seemed to be vaguely Middle Eastern, with a sturdy build and average height. He was the type of man who could either command an army or fade quietly into the background. The only distinguishing marks were the numerous scars that littered his skin and his eyes, which seemed to radiate an unearthly emerald glow.

"Let us see who and what you are boy."

A strong, heavily scarred hand reached out to touch the sleeping infant's head. Upon contact, visions assaulted the stranger's mind.

'-VA KEDAVRA!'

'... NO! NOT HARRY!'

'A scream of terror followed by a flash of green light'

'you hold all our hopes in your hands little one.'

"…ahhhh, so your name is Harry is it? You're a wizard are you? Well little one, seeing as how you are one of my progeny, I should take care of you," the man assumed a thoughtful pose, "but that could interfere with my plans."

With an almost wistful sigh the man conjured a table to set the boy on.

"What to do, what to do, what to do, what to do….."

The soft wind blew through that idyllic neighborhood again, ruffling the Harry's hair, exposing his new scar; the man's eyes widened at the sight.

"I guess I have to take you with me now," the man sighed, hand drifting to his own lightning bolt marking, "your powers will be far beyond that of anyone else. And to be marked so young, you are going to surpass even me."

The man was brought out of his musings by a gurgling sound.

"Oh, so you're awake are you?" The man bent down to inspect Harry, green eyes met green, and a bond was formed.

"Daddy!" The last scion of the Potters squealed.

A small smile formed on the man's face, it only got bigger when Harry grabbed his nose.

"My name is actually Cain, although your kind know me as Myrddin Emrys," the man replied as he swept the tiny boy up into his arms, "but I suppose you can call me 'daddy'."

"And you, my son, will help me achieve my goal, perhaps a being more powerful than me can grant me what I wish." With a flick of a wrist, a long Roman spear with blood still coating the blade appeared in Cain's hand. In one deft stroke, he speared and tore reality itself and then stepped into the rift.

"Together, you and I, shall use our curse and our power to reach the stars. We shall defy God Himself!"

With the dying breath of the world's only hope, the split in reality mended itself and Harry Potter vanished from the world. He would not return until the time that he was ready to achieve his goals, destroy his enemies and undo the very foundations of the world.