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The War of the Lords

Book One: (untitled)

Prologue: 31 October 1981.

Voldemort was walking slowly towards Godric's Hollow. How dare James and Lily Potter defy him and not surrender the child she had recently bore. He was incensed at it. Had they not betrayed him enough? James and Lily Potter were the only of his servants that he actually regretted giving the Dark Mark too, the only ones. And now they had had the child which if the prophecy was correct would destroy him. The very nerve of those two.

The wards on the house glowed green to the Dark Lord's eyes, he hissed a command to his one follower who went with him...the spy Peter Pettigrew.

"Peter, the stone. We cant have these wards blocking us." Voldemort said slowly and crisply.

"Yes, my Lord." Pettigrew said placing a black stone which appeared to be onyx on the ground and incanted something in Latin which was indistinguishable. The wards protecting the house fell instantly and Voldemort raced towards the house that contained the would be lord Harry James Potter.

James Potter became away of the wards falling the instant they did so, and worse than that the Dark Mark on his arm began to throb and burn with his lord's hatred.

"Lilly...Take Harry and run!" He shouted up the stairs to alert his wife who was caring for the infant.

Those were the last words that James Potter ever spoke he was cut down by an Avada Kedevra instantly his wife just coming down the stairs to see what James had been screaming about saw Voldemort. She in-tern screamed and raced up the stairs to see if she could use her son as a shield against Voldemort. She knew he radiated lord-level power and surely that must mean something to her dark former master. However, she found out that it did not as she was cut down by an Avada Kedevra just as she approached the crib in which Harry lay sleeping. Voldemort smirked, two Potters down and one left to go; he would not have anyone disrupt his climb to domination of wizarding Britain. It was always best for a country to have but one lord, or if it must have two, a Dark lord like himself and a Light lord like Dumbledore. There was no room for any others in Britannia.

Voldemort stood over the crib where the boy lay sleeping...Peter Pettigrew at his side and cast the killing curse but the impossible happened. Abruptly before the killing curse struck the child a field of power leaped from the babe and reflected the Avada Kedevra back at its caster. Voldemort was reduced to less than smoke, less than ashes.

Pettigrew seeing one of his lords fall contacted the other, Albus Dumbledore using the phoenix brand on his right arm.

"Lord Dumbledore," Peter began, "The Dark Lord is fallen, Harry Potter slew him but I no not how and this house is a ruin, come quickly."

"We are on our way, Peter." Dumbledore said in Peter's head and apperated to the location of the Potter Residence.

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The day rose bright and sunny at number 4 Privet Drive in Little Whinging, Surrey. Asleep on the door step next to the milk bottles was a babe in swaddling cloths a parchment letter tucked underneath the wrapping cloth. Petunia Dursley picked up the child and the milk the milkman had left and quickly deposited him on the sofa in the living room, thankfully her husband Vernon had already left for his office or she would have heard his yelling about her taking in an obvious orphan.

She unwrapped the child slowly and the parchment letter fell out. She quickly opened it when she saw her name on it.

Mrs. Petunia Dursley,

This is your nephew Harry James Potter, the son of your late sister Lilly Evans Potter. He was their only son and she and her husband were killed in a horrible incident this past night.

Harry is a wizard we can tell due to his magical signature which has already manifested itself. Please care for him as you are his only remaining family.

Should we not contact you before his eleventh birthday please know that we have made arrangements for him to attend Hogwarts and to take up his role in our world.

Also know by accepting this child into your home you are bound by magical contract to protect him so long as you live, even if that may mean sending him into the wizarding world prior to his eleventh birthday. We will be in touch.

Yours In the Light

Albus Dumbledore

Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

chief Mugwump of the Wizengamot.

Petunia was stunned and now also bound to do what she could for the boy, but that didn't mean she had to like it. She promptly attended to the need to care for her own son Dudley and then attended to Harry changing him and then feeding him. She knew that there was hell to pay once Vernon got home. This was just the first day of a penance that she knew was coming since her sister had told her that she was joining the Dark Lord five years ago.

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The years came and went, the abuse came and went but by the time Harry was aged six he was destined to leave the muggle world for the wizarding one after Uncle Vernon had been killed in an automobile accident.

"Harry, I've made arrangements for you," Petunia said to him quietly while cooking.

"What do you mean Aunt Petunia?" The boy said from the table.

"What I mean is that I don't have the money necessary to raise you now that your uncle is dead." she said beginning to cry at the thought of the death of her husband.

"What will happen to me." The boy asked.

"I don't know yet, but there is to be a man to come from the Ministry of Magic...and he will let us know what they have decided." She said placing breakfast on the table and then calling Dudley down for breakfast.

It was noon before the man or rather men arrived with a sharp knock on the door. Petunia opened the door to reveal two men, one rather tall and blond with sharp and cold gray eyes, the other rather short and rather fat with brown eyes. The tall one spoke first.

"Madam, I am Lucius Malfoy, an Auror of the Ministry of Magic, and this is Pimberly, of the Department of Children and Families with the Ministry. May we come in and discuss the concerns of Mr. Harry Potter?"

Petunia thought for a moment, should she be seen with these two weird men wearing robes or should she let them in the house, not that it really mattered what the neighbors thought as the foreclosure by the bank would take the house from her in a week or so. "Yes, do come in please." She said finally.

Petunia lead the men into the front parlor and set them on the sofa and went to retrieve the tea that she had prepared for them prior to them coming to her home. "Would you care for tea?" She asked the men. Pemberly accepted the tea while Lucius did not.

"Well," said Lucius, "Mrs. Dursley, the Ministry often likes to keep the child with his blood relatives but in the case of Mr. Potter we feel that it would be best for him to learn the ins and outs of the wizarding world first and foremost. I am not sure how much you know about the wizarding world being a muggle but Harry does have an unusual amount of magical power for someone so young...indeed it is bordering on lord-level now and he is what, six years of age."

"That is correct Mr. Malfoy." Petunia said.

"Please, my title is Auror. Anyway, we would wish to appoint Harry a guardian. His parents assigned a godfather for him, a Sirius Black, but he has sense been tried and executed for his activities during the war." Lucius said.

"Auror Malfoy, did she need to know that?" Pimberly said finally.

"Not necessarily but after she signs the document I have orders to obviate her anyway so I don't see what the problem is." Lucius said.

"Obviate?" Petunia asked.

"To erase your memory of raising Harry Potter and all your connections to him." Lucius said.

"Well whatever has to be done, my late husband and I never wanted him you see. We would have been better off without him and you freaks in our life." Petunia spat out.

"Well, now that that is out of the way here is the document that would make Harry a ward of the Ministry." Lucius said. "If you will just sign where I have the x marked we can collect Harry and be on our way."

Petunia signed the document quickly. "Now do what you must and get out...my life is hard enough without Vernon around anymore." She said.

Harry, who was sporting a black eye from where his cousin had punched him, was quickly and quietly situated in the ministry car which was parked in front of the house by Pimberly. The child seemed to be glad to leave actually, much to the Children's Department member's surprise. While Lucius tied up the loose ends and the three left for the Ministry Offices in London to tie up the loose ends. Lucius Malfoy was promptly awarded guardianship of Harry James Potter and he took him home to Malfoy Manner where Harry began his trip on the road that would lead to a war of lords.