Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of it's characters, they are the sole property of J.K. Rowling and her imagination

AN: Ok I know that some people may have already done a story similar to this where Harry does in fact have another living family member. I must say that I have been stewing and writing and editing this particular story for over 2 years (no word of a lie just ask my friends). On that note this story is my first and I would appreciate any comments good and/or bad. OH! I'd also like to say that just because I've worked on this for 2 years doesn't mean that I don't still receive writer's block every now and then, so if I'm a little slow to update bear with me…it's a work in progress. Basically, when the idea first popped into my head I wrote it all down as brainstorming ideas on loose-leaf. Then I started writing a rough draft and then a good copy and then another rough draft and so on and so forth. So what I'm basically trying to say is that I might be slow to update because I am a slow typer and this story is far form finished in my opinion. Thanks again for reading and sorry this was so long.

Prologue

In a poorly lit room stood several figures, outlined by the small candles partially illuminating the room. They were all gathered round in a circle but for the one lone figure that stood at the center of the circle. The room appeared to be carved of stone, as if they were in a cave, and in the distance running water could be heard. Suddenly the candles burst into bright light revealing the strangers to be clad in all black and wearing masks. The one at the center, however, was not wearing a mask, but it would have been welcomed, for the face that was revealed was one of an almost animalistic nature. Slits for nostrils, skin white as chalk, and scarlet angry eyes; a vision of the most terrible nightmares all combined.

"My servants, I have a very important task for all of you." The one in the center said in a cold hard voice. "If you fail me I will see to it that each and every one of you wishes you had died during the task. Understood?"

"Yes Master." The assembled replied.

"Good. Now then, there is a place called the Jyunhi Orphanage in Japan. I want each of you to monitor this place for the next month until I am ready to carry out my plan. You are to make sure that no child leaves until I arrive, is that clear?"

"Yes Master." The group again replied.

"Very well." The one in the center acknowledged.

In the darkness of a fifteen-year olds nightmare a message was sent from this monster. That's right Harry Potter. Go running to Dumbledore; it won't do you any good. You'll see. The reign of Lord Voldemort is about to be felt by the world.

Meanwhile…

In the darkness of the night a young slim figure, stealthy moves across the lawn of Jyunhi Orphanage heading towards the tall locked gates. It carefully avoids triggering any of the security measures put in place and quickly arrives at the gates. A bag is thrown between the bars of the gate and is shortly followed by the figure itself as it painfully squeezes itself through the bars. Once free the figure darts quickly into the shelter of the surrounding forest and continues running as fast as its' legs will carry it. Finally after 20 minutes of constant motion the figure breaks free from the cover of the forest to look upon the beautiful night time view of Kiotou, Japan. A sound barely above a whisper can then be heard… "I'm free."

300 million miles away a fifteen year-old boy awakens from his dreams.