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Summary: Harry Potter grows up in the realm of Warcraft and is the adopted son of the Lich King. How will life turn out for him? Powerful, dark and cold Harry!

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Prologue

It was a dark and dreary night and the wind was howling, but that did not stop the people at Grimmauld place from having a good time. Almost all of the order was there and of course James and Lily were there, Peter Pettigrew had volunteered to babysit little Harry because he couldn't quite handle crowds without getting some kind of panic attack, while they were out at the Halloween party that was currently in full swing. They were all gathered in the rather spacious living room and they were all gathered in small groups of talking people. James, Sirius and Remus were all quite drunk and had the time of their lives while Lily was standing talking to Dumbledore. There were only two people that didn't take part in the good mood. Mundungus Fletcher was lying in a corner unconscious from all the booze he had been drinking and Severus Snape was leaning against a wall and observed the whole spectacle refusing to take part in such an "undignified event" that was going on.

"Prongs, do you remember that one time in Hogwarts when we almost managed to put the slytherin common room on fire?" Sirius slurred.

"Oh? You mean the time when we fired off those gryffindor-color firecrackers to redecorate the place?" James asked in an equally slurred voice.

"Yup, and it was all because of Moony's intervention that it all didn't go up in flames, you're too obedient to the rules moony!" Sirius replied while grinning madly.

"Well someone had to keep you both from getting punished too badly" he replied while laughing at the memory of that particular incident.

"Oh come on, it was just a harmless joke!" Sirius replied

"Harmless indeed... I would hardly consider setting a whole common room on fire as harmless. What if you had been caught?" Remus countered.

"We would just have played innocent and James could have flashed one of his famous smiles. You know how almost all the teachers melt because they can't resist that smile!" Sirius exclaimed.

The trio bickered back and forth in the same way and Lily let out a sigh at their childishness. She loved James but his and Sirius' childish sense of humor and pranking sometimes grated enormously on her nerves and she had to use every ounce of willpower to not go insane. She had hoped that once baby Harry was born that he would lessen up with his pranking nature but that didn't seem to be the case. She was suddenly brought out of her thoughts when Dumbledore cleared his throat.

"The protection you have on Godric's Hollow is quite adequate. Not to boast or anything but I myself put up the fidelius on that house and with the secret keeper inside and watching over Harry nothing could possibly go wrong." Dumbledore stated.

"Yes I know but I can't shake the feeling that something bad is going to happen! What if You Know Who managed to overcome the fidelius?" Lily asked, clearly not satisfied with Dumbledore's answer.

"Lily we've been over this plenty of times already. Not even Tom is capable of breaking my wards, and even if he would get past the fidelius, I've added pretty much all the protective wards I know, and that is quite a lot if I may say so myself." Dumbledore said.

"Yes I know but I don't want anything to happen to Harry, and with He Who Must Not Be Named knowing half of the prophecy and targeting Harry! I'm just so worried." said Lily

"Yes I know how you feel. But I think you have worried enough for now. Go and have some fun, socialize and take a drink and you'll see that everything will be alright" Dumbledore reassured her. He didn't know how wrong he was!

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Voldemort sat in his study in the huge Riddle manor. If his calculations were right, which they most often were, then he could safely make one more horcrux and he would have seven, the most powerful magical number. He had already created six of them and now he was going to get rid of the baby Potter so he could fulfill the prophecy and then figure out what would be fitting to hold the last part of Lord Voldemort's soul. Yes my friend... Voldemort was indeed very arrogant, proud and egocentric.

"What if I make Harry's skull into a horcrux? I don't think so, it's not worthy of being my horcrux! I need something grand, something noble, of pure blooded history!" He mused to himself.

You see, Voldemort didn't usually talk to himself, but with Wormtail gone he didn't have anyone to share his ideas with, not that he let Wormtail remember any of their conversations, no a simple little memory charm later and it was all safely removed. This way Voldemort didn't look all that insane and no one was able to find out what he was planning.

Voldemort took his wand and cast a wordless "Tempus" and the time showed in glowing green numbers before him. It would soon be eleven PM and he would soon have to go and pay his visit to Godric's Hollow. He had instructed Wormtail to come outside and tell him the secret at exactly eleven PM, and if the worthless little rat wasn't out there on time he would get rewarded with a long good Crucio for his lateness. Voldemort did not tolerate any failures, be it small or big, and even such a minor thing as coming a few seconds late would guarantee a Crucio. Voldemort just loved handing out Crucios, he loved hearing the pained screams from his victims when they collapsed on the floor before him, it was like a drug to him.

Voldemort got up from his desk and walked to the apparition point so he could leave for Godric's hollow, he was wearing black robes that were so long that they covered his feet when he walked which made it look like he was floating forwards, this was a neat trick that made him look quite intimidating, the glowing red eyes also helped in creating that dangerous and powerful look. People would normally feel terror and run from his stare alone. On his way he met one of his most loyal death eaters, a member of his inner circle in fact, who was easily recognized by his long silvery blond hair even though he had his mask on, it was Lucius Malfoy. He immediately bowed before his master and asked:

"My lord, is it time? Will you go and remove the last obstacle that could stand in your way?"

"Yes Lucius, tonight the "prophesied one" will die. No one will be able to stop me!" Voldemort replied.

"It is about time that people will give up hope and learn to fear and respect you as their lord, Master" Lucius said with an excited voice.

"Yes, go and prepare the Death Eaters for a celebration, for tonight I will bring you the dead body of Harry potter" Voldemort hissed.

"As you wish, Master" Lucius said, his excitement clearly showing through his normally calm mask.

Voldemort dismissed Lucius and continued walking down the dark hallways until he finally reached the apparition point. "Finally the time to ascertain my victory has come" he thought to himself. And with that last thought he disappeared with a silent "pop"

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Wormtail was getting very nervous when the time neared 11 PM, he was literally shaking with anxiety. He had very conflicting emotions regarding his coming actions but it was fear that was the strongest one by far. He didn't want to betray James and Lily, he loved them as his own family, they had always been nice to him and James was the first real friend he ever had, but his fear of Voldemort had always been in control of him. He had first joined the Death Eaters when he had been promised power and glory, but when he noticed that he would never get any power nor glory it had been to late to turn back. If he betrayed Voldemort then he would most certainly die a very long and painful death and he feared death beyond everything else. He like so many people didn't want to die and that was the main factor to why he was now pacing nervously inside Godric's Hollow glancing at the clock every now and then. He looked at the clock one last time before he let out a shaky sigh and donned his Death Eater robe and mask and went outside to wait for his master.

He had only been standing on the street outside Godric's Hollow for a couple of minutes, but it felt like a couple of hours because of the horrible weather, before he heard a quiet pop and saw the dark lord standing before him. He bowed low and crawled up to his master and kissed the hem of his robe, while saying:

"Everything is as you planned Master."

"Very good Wormtail, now please tell me the secret so we can get on with it!" Voldemort hissed.

"Y-yes master! Potter manor is located in 13'th Godric's Hollow" Wormtail stuttered out.

Voldemort saw the manor pop into view from nowhere, it was an impressive and huge manor with white marble walls and large windows, But it didn't hold a candle compared to Riddle manor in Voldemort's "humble" opinion. He took out his wand and started to analyze the protective wards on Potter manor, and he quickly found out that it was Dumbledore that had cast the wards because of their power level. He carefully started to bring down the wards so that Dumbledore wouldn't notice the intrusion and come running with his little order. After a good 30 minutes the last ward crumbled away and Voldemort stepped inside the manor with Wormtail leading the way. After a short walk he found himself in a bright blue colored nursery with lots of toys and other stuff spread out everywhere. He was so certain of his victory that he told Wormtail to go and report to Lucius that they could start the celebrations and that he would return shortly. Wormtail just bowed and quickly ran out of the building and apparated away. Voldemort looked down on the little infant that was sleeping peacefully in his bed and thought about what a pity it was for such power to go wasted. He could actually feel that Harry would have been a powerful wizard when he got older but it didn't stop him from raising his wand towards the infant and whispering "Avada Kedavra". But he had not expected the green light of the killing curse rebound from Harry and go straight back into himself. Something went awfully wrong, Harry's own magic had tried to repel the harmful magic that was cast at him but it somehow connected with Voldemort and there was a large vortex of energy and a bright flash of green light. When the light died out there wasn't anyone in the room, both young Harry and Voldemort had been sucked into the vortex that had appeared.

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Severus Snape still stood in the corner of the living room in Grimmauld place when he suddenly fell to the floor in incredible pain that was emanating from his dark mark. Everyone in the room immediately ran over to Snape since they all knew something was wrong, the mark had hurt many times before but never to this extent. They didn't know it then but at that moment every single person with the dark mark had collapsed from the excruciating pain that came from the bond with their master breaking. After a little while the pain became bearable and Snape shakily rose to his feet. Dumbledore was the first one to reach Snape and helped him stand up while asking if he was okay.

"I'm okay, but I think something terrible, or great has just happened. I can no longer feel the connection to you-know-who."

"This is troubling news indeed, do you know if Voldemort had any special plans for today?" Dumbledore asked.

"No I wouldn't know, I fear the dark lord was suspicious of my loyalties as I wasn't trusted with any important information anymore." Snape said.

Suddenly they all heard someone throwing floo powder into the fireplace and yelling "Potter manor" and they all saw lily step into the flames and disappear. When James, Remus, Sirius and Dumbledore arrived at Potter manor they heard lily's screams from the nursery and they rushed there to find out what had lily so worked up. James feared for the worst and almost fainted when he saw that his fears had come true. Baby Harry's crib was empty and the magical residue from the killing curse could still be felt in the air. Lily ran over to James and clung to him as if her life depended on it while crying her heart out.

"Dumbledore! I told you I had a bad feeling about this night! Now look what has happened, HARRY IS GONE!" The last part came out in a scream that made all of the rooms occupants wince, not that anyone noticed, they were all busy crying and feeling depressed over the happenings of the night. Albus face was a mask of sorrow, not for the life of an innocent no, but because the chosen one, his only weapon to defeat Voldemort, was gone and now he could only hope that Voldemort was gone too.

"It is a great tragedy that an innocent child had to suffer but if what Severus said is true, then he took Voldemort with him and that is at least some consolation for the suffering you will have to go trough. Dumbledore tried to console the mourning family.

"I don't care about Voldemort or the world! All I want is my baby back with me!" Lily screamed, and James held his wife and agreed.

"I think it would be best for all of you to leave us alone right now." James managed to choke out

Remus and Sirius looked over at the openly crying pair and nodded towards them and left quietly, both of them were so shocked that all the drunkenness had instantly vanished. Dumbledore tried to say something but James just held his hand up and just pointed towards the fireplace. Dumbledore noticed that James' hands were shaking and decided that he would return later and talk to them when they had calmed down. As soon as all the guests where out of the house two things happened simultaneously, Lily broke down and fell to her knees and sobbed even worse than before while James started swinging his fists and destroying random things around him. When James calmed down he held Lily close and led her to the bedroom and they both fell into an uneasy sleep.

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Somewhere in Naxxramas

Five men stood circled around a pentagram, one at each point of the star, and chanted in an old and grotesque language. They all looked pretty much the same with black robes and long white hair and beard, but the most noticeable trait they shared was the yellowish glow around their eyes. They were trying to resurrect a powerful Lich by bringing his soul back from the twisting nether, but suddenly something went very wrong. Inside the pentagram there was a huge magical vortex swirling that grew in size until it swallowed four of the necromancers, one of them wasn't as lucky as the others since he tried to jump out of the way and only his lower-half was swallowed, and when the vortex collapsed in on itself half of him went with it. He lay there in his own pool of blood screaming when suddenly the large double doors to the chamber opened and a skeletal being floated in. It was Kel'thuzad himself that had rushed there when he heard the explosion. The sight that greeted him made him pause, it wasn't the blood and gore of the half necromancer, being a lieutenant of the undead scourge had made him very resistant to grotesque sights, but the sight of a little baby and a dead being in dark robes with green trims.

"What has happened here?" Kel'thuzad asked the dying necromancer.

"S-S-Something went wrong with the ritual... Power fluctuation... vortex swallowing us all..." And with those words the necromancer died.

Kel'thuzad floated over to the child lying on the floor and examined it. He let out a gasp when he felt the child's magic going wild trying to keep the child alive. His power was enormous for such a little infant! He quickly took the dying baby in his skeletal arms and floated away towards the teleportation area in Naxxramas not even looking back at the dead wizards on the floor.

In the Lich-king's chamber in Azjol-Nerub

Kel'thuzad arrived inside his King's chambers and laid the baby on the table before Arthas and told him what he knew of the baby and what had happened in the necromancy chamber. Arthas examined the baby and saw the power and potential in the little infant and immediately made his decision.

"This child is very powerful indeed and has a very strong will to live as he survived the trip trough the twisting nether, he will become a very powerful death knight in the future. Arthas told Kel'thuzad

"I will send him to Mograine for training as usual then. Kel'thuzad said.

"No, I will raise him myself, he will be my son and heir." Arthas said.

"My king, are you sure about that decision? It is much hard work raising a child, especially a living being as this one." Kel'thuzad voiced his opinion.

"Yes I am sure, you shouldn't question my decisions if you don't want to be turned into one of my mindless minions! And the living being issue is easily solved." And with that Arthas laid his hand on little Harry and turned the baby into a true undead. The baby instantly started to scream and cry at the sudden pain but soon quieted down and fell asleep as his condition was stabilized.

"Welcome, little one, to the Scourge and to my army," Arthas said with a grim smile.

"My king, what will the boy be called?" Kel'thuzad questioned.

"His name will be Morsul Menethil."

A/N: Yay! My first chappie! It probably lacks in length but... I'm new to writing stories and because of that I will probably update slowly and the chapters wont be very long... have some mercy :P

Well then! Let the Flames begin! circus music