Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. The only characters I own are Anthony Lighter and the others I've made up.

Chapter One

Malcolm Lighter stood with his wand raised, a glare in his emerald green eyes, his unruly black hair teasing his forhead. A smirk formed on his lips as he bowed teasingly at his opponent. He dodged a spell easily and did a front flip to put himself closer.

"What's the matter, father? Am I beating you?" his voice full of arrogance. He dodged a blast of yellow. "Play nicely, father."

Anthony Lighter reluctantly surrendered and the two bowed. His black eyes met a sea of confident green. "Malcolm, arrogance is a weakness."

The boy stood tall. "Arrogance is only a weakness when you refuse to acknowledge the other might have an advantage you don't know. Yet, point out a weakness I have shown?"

Anthony glared. "Malcolm Lighter...you truly are my son in every way it counts."

Malcolm gave a silly grin. "You've done well, father."

"Come. Let's eat and relax for the night." As they walked out of the room, Anthony shot a spell in the boy's direction.

He laughed as he danced out of reach. "Much respect, father, but long ago you taught me to be aware of my surroundings."

Anthony nodded. "I'm glad to know my teachings can fit in that oversized head of yours."

Dinner was silent, as it usually was, except an owl flew in through the window. Anthony took the letter from the owl and it flew off. He read the letter with unreadable eyes.

"Father, what is it?" Malcolm asked.

Anthony passed him the letter. "It's for you."

Green eyes skimmed over the paper. "Hogwarts! Why? What if I refuse to go? Who wants to be cooped up with silly children!"

Anthony returned to his dinner. "You, despite what you think, are a child."

"You know I am different from the rest," he replied in a low growl.

He nodded. "Yes, you are." Black met green. "And you also know WHO you are. You must go, Malcolm. There are things there that I don't know. There are others you can learn from. You must learn all you can."

Malcolm nodded angrily. "I know."

The discussion ended there and their training was done. Malcolm went to his room for his nightly reading but his mind just wouldn't focus. His past was a puzzle even his father didn't know. Malcolm had learned to forget the nagging thought in the back of his mind.

He threw the book across the room. Hogwarts. He had dreaded going there. He was different. He was intelligent beyond his years, his father often told him so and he knew so by the few encounters he had had with children his own age. At eleven, Malcolm Lighter had the maturity of a grown man.

The next day, the Lighters went to Diagon Alley to get school supplies. As they did so, curiosity slowly grew in the young Lighter. He found himself wondering what Hogwarts would be like. His train of thought was lost as he heard a shout.

"Watch it!"

"You ran into me!"

Malcolm turned to see a white-blonde boy fuming at a bushy brown-haired girl. Now, Malcolm was not the nicest boy, but politeness and chivalry were a priority to him. Slowly, he walked in the direction of the two.

"Leave her alone," came his deep voice as the blonde boy began to pull out his wand, to the girl's horror.

Grey eyes met piercing green and the wand was dropped to his side. "And who are you?"

Malcolm's eyes narrowed. "None of your concern really. Apologize and get going."

"Going to make me?" He asked arrogantly.

Malcolm smiled darkly. "Test me and see the harm I can do to you." His voice came out in a low, threatening growl that seemed to catch the boy's attention.

With an uneasy glare, the blonde boy turned and left. Malcolm turned and picked up a bag that had fallen from the girl's hand. He handed it back to her.

"Thanks," she replied.

"Don't mention it," he said with a slight nod of the head and walked away with such confidence that the girl's eyes followed unwillingly.

"Malcolm," came Anthony's voice to the side.

"Yes, father."

"I see you met young Malfoy."

"So that's who he was. Awful brat if you ask me."

Anthony gave a slight smile. "Meet his father. Onto Ollivander's, Malcolm."

"The wand maker? I already have a wand."

"That was my brother's as you well know and though it has worked well for you, you must have one that was made for you and you alone. A wizard is nothing without his personal wand. With your own, one who has only used your magic, you will be a great wizard."

"I am a great wizard."

Anthony chose to ignore his son's last remark as they entered the store. "Ahh, Mr. Lighter, pleased to see you."

"And you as well, Ollivander. I have come to get my son a wand." There was a moment where the two older men's eyes held each other's in a understanding.

"Well, young Lighter. Let's find you a wand."

After well over twenty wands were rejected by the young wizard, Ollivander looked at a box with questioning eyes. "Perhaps, just perhaps." He took the box and handed Malcolm the wand.

Instantly, a blue glow came from the wand, wrapping itself around the young boy in a calm fashion. It faded and Malcolm looked at Ollivander's astounded face."

"It's something wrong, sir? The wand fits me, doesn't it?" Malcolm felt the warm wand in his hand and knew it belonged to him.

"Oh, yes it fits you, young Lighter. It's just curious you would be destined for this wand, when it's brother is the one who's wizard gave you that scar your father has so wonderfully found a way to hide from view."

Malcolm's eyes slightly showed his surprise. He was good at keeping his emotions in check. Malcolm looked his wand over, still knowing the wand was his. The fact it was that monsters wand's brother meant nothing.

The Lighter men left and Anthony bought him his own owl, a Snowy owl which Malcolm had immediately named Hedwig.

On September first, the Lighters stood in front of the Hogwarts Express. Anthony was one of the few parents who didn't look terrified of their first years getting on the train.

"Malcolm," he said and motioned for him to come out of view. He muttered a spell and Malcolm felt his forehead tingle. Anthony squinted in concentration. He muttered another spell and the tingle was gone. "It looks normal. Malcolm, behave at Hogwarts. Keep your secrets to yourself. Use what I have taught you, son."

Malcolm gave a nod and, in a moment of an emotional sweep, hugged his father. The two men let the moment pass and returned to their usual dignified state. "I will keep you proud of me, father."

"I have no doubt."

"What house would you be the most happy if I got in?"

Anthony thought. "Well, Gryffindor was your parents house, Slytherin was mine. Perhaps in Slytherin you could teach them a thing or two. Yet, I know you could teach the Gryffindors many as well. Either house would make me proud, for I know I raised you right."

"You have, father." The boy turned to leave.

"Oh, and Malcolm."

"Yes, sir?"

"Mind your arrogance."

With a smirk, the boy gave a nod and walked away.

His green eyes filled in anticipation, not so much in excitement, but out of pure curiosity for the knowledge he didn't know. For there was a lot Malcolm Lighter didn't know. He knew his own destiny lied in the hands of a Dark Lord thought to be dead except those who knew better. Malcolm knew better and, despite his age, had come to accept his life. He would have revenge.

For Malcolm Lighter was none other than Harry Potter.