AN: i own nothing but any OC's that may appear, and the text i personally wrote. Harry Potter and its universe are owned by J.K. Rowling, absolutely no rights recieved, but this is a non-profit transformative work. I get nothing but writing muscle and satisfaction.

Warning: This story's DARK man. Possible horrific deadly violence as chapters go along, as well as some swearing. You have been warned. However this is NOT a gorefic or torture fic, i am just warning of things taht could appear due to my proceedural writing style.

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4th of March, 1975

Albus Dumbledore was a smart wizard, and a talented occlumens.

Albus Dumbledore was also the current leader of light.

But for all his skill, talent and cunning, Albus Dumbledore had NO CLUE what he was currenly doing outside Hogwarts Castle, in the School grounds, especially since there was a war going against "Lord Voldemort"

A jolt snapped him out of his thoughts, as a black robbed pale figure APPEARED, within the Hogwarts wards no less, and he found himself slipping his wand out thinking it was Voldemort.

A stream of thoughs hit him as his wand was wordlessly summoned away from his hand, one, he was outclassed. Two, This was not Voldemort, as the dark lord is not much a fan for disarming, and Three, he should have noticed that odd hat.

"I appologize for the suddeness of my Arrival, Archmage Dumbledore"

That was an odd title.

This man was similar to Voldemort. Pale, black robed, snake like features, an aura of taint from darkest magics, and a demeanor that betrays lust for power. The major difference was, the pain, those eyes betrayed sorrow, regret, Feelings the dark lord never seemed to have.

"I am afraid one of my students failed an experiment, and had the most disasterous consequenses." beat. "You will probably feel my presence in the future, and i kindly just ask of you to ignore it. I dont mean you or any one here harm. There are just... matters that require my attention in this domain now"

Albus smiled and eyes twinkled, this was an odd development, but seemed no harm to grant it "i will do so, mister...?"

"I am afraid" he droned without an ounce of actual concern "that my chosen title is a bit ... Dark Lordy, do you still wish to know?"

"I promice to only judge your actions" Albus said merrily, inwardly panicking at the strength of those occlumency shields that did not even let him in

The man smiled "I am Magister Leviathan Sagoth of manny colors, current leader of the Sanctum and administrator of the singularity" Albus almost laughed at "Leviathan" but kept his silence

"Why the Warning tho, Magister? I would not have interfered if you did not hurt anyone" Albus said merrily

"Oh, Headmaster" The magister half chuckled, half coughed out, "You need all the warning i can spare. Suffice to say i am not even telling you a FRACTION of what will happen"

As Albus was formulating a retort, the Magister spoke "Bye" and vanished as he came.

Albus went back to managing his war, head swimming with worry at those final words.

1 November, 1981, 0400 hours, England, Privet Drive, Surrey.

Minerva McGonnagal streched in her cat form, waiting on her frankly tardy boss to arrive, and it was with relief when he apperated and delluminated the street.

Followed by rage at Albus for leaving "the boy who lived" at the hands of Hagrid, who altho kind, was a drunkard half giant.

Hagrid thankfully did soon arrive with Harry safe, But she still had arguements against leaving the child of Lily and James to the Dursleys, Lily's Muggle Sister's Family. The Dursleys HATED Lily.

But with Dumbledore saying it was for the best, she caved, The Headmaster was a good leader for the war, surely he knew what he was doing.

Albus however was torn. On one hand, leaving Harry here means he would be abused but thus grow eager to please and would be easier to be guided how to best combat Voldemort when he returned... on the other hand... he did not like the idea of a child being abused, Greater Good or not.

He decides the future of the world was worth a single ruined childhood in the end and placed Harrison James Potter on the Dursley doorstep.

November 1, 1981, 0920 hours, England, Privet Drive, Surrey.

Petunia and Vernon Dursley knew what they liked and disliked.

Petunia and Vernon Dursley hated magic.

So why did they want to accept there freak nephew so badly?

It made no sence to them, but it was now there mission to raise Harry as if he was theirs, and a brother to there Precious Dudley.

January 3, 1987, England, Privet Drive, Surrey.

Harry Dursley Potter sighed in relief and wiped his brow as he emerged under the table

Dudley Dursley beamed at him "Dont tell me you got it!"

Harry Grinned and attempted to boot it again, and the Commodore 64 roared to life

Dudley grinned "Bollocks, Harry, you made it work!"

Harry smirked "Language, you may offend it."

Dudley flushed and covered his mouth

Harry laughed "Just kidding, we have been hours up here tho, and we dont want Pet come flush us out tho"

Dudley noded with deathly seriousness and took down the stairs with his cousin

Life was good, aside from some ODD correspondace letters from someone called "LS", requestiong Harry study books hed recieve in backages the next few days, Harry had a normal, happy childhood, and hey, he had those books to thank or his inquisitive nature that made him skilled in tasks he investigated, like Installing Dudley's new computer and saving Uncle vernon the technician fees.

Harry also knew his biological parents were magical, killed by "Dark Bloke" last "magic war" he would take it like the story of santa if himelf did not have obviously magical powers. The Dursleys have requested him to not use them if he could, unless it was an emergency. They had tearfully related they actually hated magic due to his biological mother forgetting of petunia after she found out, and out of Respect, Harry kept spurts of magic to either his privacy, or absolute emergencies.

Petunia told him he would eventually recieve a letter to attend magic school to learn his magic to help his patience, and harry swore inreturn he would not forget about them like mom did, and would make sure not to use spells unless required.

Harry respected his family, since they liked him when they had all reasons to hate him.

August 23, 1991, 0824 Hours, England, Privet Drive, Surrey.

The letter came along with regular mail, and Harry was extatic, however the responce letter requested to be... owled there? He walked outside and saw a Tawny owl ruffling itself, and quickly wrote an acceptance responce and requested a proffessor to scort him for supplies, since his family was muggle. He tied it to the owl, and said "have a good flight lad" while he stroked it, The owl ruffled in satisfaction and flown off.

August 23, 1991, 1852 Hours, Scotland, Hogwarts Castle.

Albus Dumbledore did NOT expect an Owl reply from Harry Potter. Maybe the child was just super crafty and snuck the letter to the owl? He ordered McGonagall to pick Harry up as soon as magically possible, he HAD to get intel on the boy.

Albus took a lemon drop and ruminated on the possibilities.