Prologue
The door seemed to explode into a million little shards that flew to cover the entryway. Lord Voldemort slipped through the wreckage like a snake. He searched for the boy's father in obvious view half expecting him to be standing stupidly defiant with wand held at the ready, not that the Potter boy would have a chance of beating one of the most powerful dark lords ever. No, Voldemort would play this game of cat and mouse. Besides maybe then he could find his way to the child quicker. The sooner he was out of the way the sooner Voldemort could begin his meteoric rise to the very top of the whole world. He would rule over both halves of the world the muggle and magical.
Yes, he would rise like a shooting star. Lucius and the other Death Eaters wouldn't regret their choice of hitching their carts up to his. No matter if he would ever admit it but they had been quite the asset to him over this short war if you could call it such. Dumbledore's forces couldn't ever meet the definition of a soldier neither could the Death Eaters when Voldemort was being truthful to himself. Yet the fate of the world lay in the outcome. He was positively sure he would claim victory in the end. He would brush that old bumbling fool aside and gain immortality and invincibility.
No one could stand in his way certainly not James Potter, Harry Potter or any Potter for that matter. "Oh, James come out come out wherever you are. Did you seriously believe leaving Godric's Hollow would make you so much safer? I can find you wherever you hide. I would hunt you down to the ends of the earth. Your son shall be destroyed." Voldemort whipped through a doorway to find a seemingly empty room. It turned out to be truly empty as he blasted it apart.
Then he swung into a room that held a crib. Somehow he had managed to slip past James to make it to the child's nursery. Lily Potter, James' redheaded wife was standing looking at the other door with her wand drawn. Voldemort lifted his wand and muttered, "Boo." A stunner slammed into the woman's back and she fell unconscious. Then he used a spell to transport her 20 miles away from the hideout house. When her husband swung the door open he hit him with another stunner. Then he transported him as well.
Then he walked toward the crib. He looked down into the prefabricated baby crib. There laid a black haired infant settled among the blankets and sheets. He almost felt bad about killing the babe. Then he lifted his arm and pointed his long wand down at Harry's head. Then he spoke the words that made up the killing curse. "Avada Kedavra!" A burst of poisonous green light flew from his wand. He watched it closely as it seemed to fly in slow motion toward the baby.
It burst suddenly against a translucent barrier. It suddenly rebounded off like a stone off a wall. It sent it back at Dark Lord Voldemort. He stared it down in disbelief wondering how this had happened. He had been so sure that he would be the winner of this contest between Dark Lord and innocent baby. The spell slammed into him and his perception of the world went black. As his body dissipated out of existence it created a small explosion. It set the house on fire as if Voldemort had tried to kill Harry from the grave.
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This fire attracted the attention of a Russian Magical Ambassador who was residing in his vacation home in the British country side. Besides being a Magical Ambassador he was a political ambassador in the Russian Federation. His house was in a close vicinity of the hiding house that the Potter's were using. When he noticed the smoke he sent out one of his aides to see what was going on. When the aide heard Harry crying he made his way to the baby which he carried out of the smoldering house. He searched but couldn't find anyone else in the house even though he made a fruitless search.
Then he took the baby back to his boss Dalahan Mogranov. The ambassador met them at the driveway to the large estate. He was dressed in a finely tailored suit made by a famous Moscow designer. His tie whipped in the wind that beat at the party outside. "Quick Gregorie bring in the baby before it catches a cold or something! Come on!" He hurried his aide into the lobby of the estate. Then he forced Gregorie to sit down with the babe in a plush couch. He then ordered a bunch of blankets brought to cover the babe.
"Who is he?" Dalahan pondered once his wife had made it down to the lobby. She held the baby with maternal instinct. "We certainly can't keep him he is not ours. We must try to find out who owned that house." So over the next week Mrs. Gina Mogranov took care of the baby as Dalahan searched for his lost parents. They uncovered nothing and after two weeks Dalahan assumed guardianship of the parentless child. They then left to head back to Moscow where Dalahan would resume his duties.
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Dumbledore led James and Lily to the wreckage of the hiding house in the rural country side. He stood quietly as they wept tears to find that their son's life had been forfeit to destroy Voldemort. Dumbledore had assumed that nothing could have survived the house fire that destroyed the house. He personally was thankful to the young child for giving its life to destroy the Dark Lord. Not many would realize the great sacrifice made by the small Potter boy. Dumbledore unhappily predicted that he wouldn't be marked in the annals of history.
He believed that the Potters would survive this grievous wound. They were still young they could have more children. Soon little Harry would b e forgotten to the world. Little did Dumbledore know that Harry would become know but not as Harry Potter but as Sergei Mogranov. Russia wasn't prepared for the revolution brewing around the adopted child of Ambassador Mogranov. They would soon notice Sergei Mogranov little black haired wizard.