A/N: Please note that this is of course Fan Fiction, therefore the events described would be slightly deviated from the orginal telling.

Set nearly a week after The Boy Who Lived was set on the porch of Number 4 Privet Drive.

More author notes once you finish the prologue.

And nope, I in fact do not own Harry Potter or anything else I write about.

Prologue

Albus Dumbledore, accompanied by several members of the Order of the Phoenix crept through an old damp shack on the southern most tip of England. A light fog that rolled in from the sea through the several broken windows kept the rooms precariously dangerous and bathed in an ill faded light. Members of the Order could barely see the remains of the three Death Eaters that laid on the ground, killed only moments before. They continued onward through the derelict residence, constantly turning and creeping as silently as possible. Dumbledore was in the lead, carefully scanning his hand and wand to detect the hidden enchantments that booby trapped each room. In the adjacent room from where they were searching, a young child began to cry.

The eight assembled Order of the Phoenix members spread out into a reverse V formation as Dumbledore wrapped his hand around the doorknob. All wands were at the ready as he slowly opened the tarnished wooden door. Sounds of its creaking penetrated throughout the house. Slowly Dumbledore entered, behind him entered Moody on the left and Shacklebolt on the right. A dark carriage stood near the room's only window, where the sound of the child within grew steadily louder.

Suddenly a Death Eater emerged from the shadows behind the door. He wrapped an arm around Moody's neck and placed the tip of his wand to the side of his head. Dumbledore and Shacklebolt turned quickly but did not dare fire a spell as Moody's whole body was being used as a shield.

"Stay outside," Dumbledore said sternly to the other members of the Order who were about to rush into the room. "We can handle this."

"You can't handle anything Dumbledore, you should have never came here," spat the Death Eater with trembling words.

"The Dark Lord has fallen, there is no reason for you to continue this fight anymore," Dumbledore said carefully, not wanting to send the Death Eater over the edge.

"I don't believe your lies you old fool!" said the Death Eater with his grip on Moody slipping. "Now this Auror's blood will be on your hands!"

Alastor Moody buckled his head back, breaking the Death Eater's nose and sending him recoiling back. The tip of the Death Eater's wand fired off the killing curse that narrowly missed Moody as it harmlessly hit the floor. Moody moved quickly to the left as Dumbledore and Shacklebolt fired their curses, hitting him squarely in the chest. The Death Eater slumbled back into the room's corner, then fell to the ground dead.

"That was too risky Alastor," Dumbledore scolded mildly.

"I would not still be alive if I didn't take so many risks, Dumbledore," came Moody's reply as he shook off the stink of the Death Eater from his overcoat. "That is our target, correct?" Moody asked, pointing towards the carriage.

Dumbledore nooded and said, "Proceed with caution."

The others flooded into the small room now. A few giving winks and nods to the extremely talented, yet reckless Auror. Dumbledore went double as slow now, his wand nimble to detect the enchantments that were sure to be around the child. Inside the carriage, the cries continued to go on and on.

Less than a minute later Dumbledore cautiously stood at the edge of the carriage, looking in. The cries of the year old baby boy slowed down quite a bit as soon as he saw Dumbledore staring down at him. The child had bright blue eyes that seemed to mirror the wizard, as well as unruly mop of dark hair. Order of the Phoenix members circled around the child as soon as their search of the room was complete. The child was looking up to see eight new faces, all grimly looking down at him.

"Let's just do it and get out of here," Moody said quickly.

"That was never the plan Alastor," Dumbledore said, not taking his eyes off the child.

"I don't see any other alternative," said Moody. "We know what this child is, and so do our enemies! It is best if we just finish this now."

"It is a harmless child," said Arthur Weasley in a soft tone.

Arthur reached his hand down tenderly towards the child, but Dumbledore's hand immediately shot out and grabbed his wrist. As Arthur's eyes questionly looked up towards Dumbledore, his wand was moved forward to reveal several deadly curses that were inches above the child.

Arthur gulped, "I owe you another one, don't I?" he said.

Dumbledore disregarded his statement for the moment as he let go of his wrist.

"Harmless child?" Moody said. "You know that this is a child of darkness!"

"He has done nothing," Arthur challenged.

"Oh, then I suppose that you will gladly take this monster home with you, right? Raise it as one of your own too? Hell, he would fit right in Arthur, they are almost the same age after all," Moody said.

Arthur and Moody went quiet as the room again filled with silence. Nearly everyone was torn to consider the unthinkable, even with the knowledge that this was the offspring of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. That fact did nothing to make targeting such a young child bearable.

"Nobody shall harm him," Dumbledore said sternly as began breaking the enchantments that surrounded the child. "For now he will be raised far away from the wizarding world."

"Do you mean to admit him to Hogwarts when he becomes of age?" Moody asked cynically.

"Yes," Dumbledore said without a moment of hesitation.

"That would be a disaster Albus!" Moody exclaimed. "Let it live, sure. But do not let the curse be able to study magic! You know what he has the ability to become!"

"Do you have such little faith in me, Alastor?" Dumbledore asked as he lifted the slightly frightened child up and into his arms.

When Moody huffed and looked away, Dumbledore continued. "I believe there is hope for everyone. Where the actions of the past will have no consequence to the future of one's soul as long as they follow what lies in their heart. And this child will be a testament to that truth."

End of Prologue

A/N: Ahhh so as you might have guessed this is a fic about the child of Lord Voldemort. As you also might have guessed his is nearly Harry's age as well. This fic will center around him as being the main character that runs through all the plot lines of the seven books. Becoming of course the ultimate rival to Harry. Though stopping of course for all deviations and sight-seeing attractions that a writer like myself would show you along that road.

This will be done on a year to year basis as the books were. Also they will be less childish and probably rated M on later fics for years 5,6 and 7. Which I will do if there are fans out there willing to read it.

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