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Prologue
It was always extremely warm and dry in his quarters, like always, but tonight seemed different somehow. It felt colder. He was almost positive it was the situation. He sometimes wondered how such an emotional race could control it so well. Tonight he just couldn't understand it. It could have been his heritage from his mother's side or the fact that his son was officially gone. It could have been who his son's mother was or the many other things wrong with this situation. He was young, yes, but not stupid. He had been intellectually above average for his age, even classified as a genius but he was sure to hide it when he found out, and quick. He always knew that the underestimated where the safer beings, there was almost always an out that way. So why did he feel so lost?
He had lost control when he had heard. He was only thankful he had been alone and was capable of hiding the damage done. He was alone. He was utterly and truly alone for the first time in a long time. The worst part was no one knew and no one could. His son was gone and she was dead. Ekkhae was killed in cold blood by her clan. They had found out, but not who or where the child was. With that thought he yelled one last time and slammed is fist into the wall leaving a coat of dark green blood on his fisted hand. He took a deep breath and with a quick wave of his hand made the large dent disappear back into a slick wall and his blood vanished. Time to find Selvek. Hopefully being two years old, and the training disk he had sent, would save his son. He had few clues but he would find him. At the moment one look at the twenty eight year old Vulcan would've shown anger and determination, but within a second it was gone and his mask was back in place. Time to act. And with that thought Spock walked from his room in the Enterprise to find his caption to report for duty.
Albus Dumbledore was many things but stupid was not one of them. Lilly and James had been expecting but he knew that the black haired child was not theirs, he just knew. He looked wrong. He couldn't explain it but he hardly looked human. The boy set of every warning bell he had and there was no reason and it scared the headmaster. The boy looked barley two but could almost talk perfectly and understood too much. The night Lilly and James died the child's hazel eyes showed understanding, something no two year old should have of his parents' death. He was almost scared to leave the child with his relatives but he had. The boy wouldn't let his little toy radio go or its case but it was muggle enough to let slide. Little did he know that letting the boy keep his toy was the smartest thing he could have done.
Petunia nearly screamed when she saw the boy on her doorstep that morning. Lilly had told her to watch the boy should she ever die and how to do it. Lilly had lost her son but had cut a deal with a woman from afar, or that's what she had explained her. Unlike many thought she had still loved and gotten along with her sister. They had to plan this just right. And they had. The glamor on the child would only last till he was seven then fade. She had reluctantly agreed. Vernon had been a mistake anyway. That very morning in August she hid the child with a quick 'shhh' in the cupboard under the stairs, knowing he would understand, and acted as normal as she could.
The minute Vernon was gone she was flying through the house packing everything she could and by noon she had her can packed to the brim and two children in the back seat with a bag of money by her side. She looked one last time in disbelief at what she was doing and rolled out of the drive. It was the best decision she could have made.