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The Tangled Web We Weave-
-.-.-.-.-.-.-Prologue-.-.-.-.-.-.-
Albus Dumbledore could tell that the baby was going to come, the one who would be able to save them all from the Dark Lord Voldemort. However, as both the Longbottoms and the Potters were expecting, and could give birth any time now, he was unsure of which child this savior could be.
He would have to have control over the child and through him/her, the entire wizarding world.
It was only his right, after all.
. July 31, 1980, 11.48 PM – St. Mungo's Hospital, London, England .
Lily Potter was finally in labor. The night before, Alice Longbottom had borne a son who had been named Neville. Albus could tell that he was not the one, because when he was born the burst of magical energy that had shown his potential was not great enough to be that of someone destined to save the wizarding world. It was the average amount of energy during magical births and while he could become more powerful with the proper training, it was nothing special.
That meant only the Potter baby could possibly be the expected savior.
Albus hurried to the room where the birth was taking place. While he wasn't family to the Potters, he was still Albus Dumbledore, and that was enough to get him in almost anywhere.
It was happening now; the baby was coming right now, as the seventh month died, with only minutes to spare. He could feel a great magical power charging the air of the hospital room, proving his theories of this child being the savior correct.
The healer handed the small boy to James and Albus went to look at him. He was ugly, as all babies are, but was a good size and very strong. It pleased Headmaster to see that, as these traits ensured the child's continued existence and spoke well of his chances against Voldemort.
Suddenly Lily gasped from the hospital bed, "There's something else that's coming out!"
The Healer ran over to her and tried to reassure her. "It just the after birth, that's all, nothing to worry about, it's completely natural."
"This doesn't feel like that, it feels like another baby is coming out!"
The Healer kneeled down and looked in between her legs and cried out, "My god, it is another baby, okay, we can get through this, and the head is coming through now…"
As
the birth commenced the men stood to the side holding the first baby.
Much to Albus's displeasure, the strong magical energy hadn't
dissipated at all, meaning the twins were connected magically
somehow.
'It is impossible to tell
which baby is the chosen one now, as it could be either. I will have
to see what the baby looks like, make sure that it is not going to be
a stronger person.'
The second baby was much smaller than his brother, with different colored eyes: green instead of the hazel of his brother's. The oddest thing about the baby though was his right arm, which was blood red and looked almost cursed. The fingernails on it were black and on the back of the hand one could see what looked like a cross engraved. A Christian symbol in the magical world could only bode ill for them.
Albus scanned over the arm with his wand, trying to determine if the arm was special in any way. But the results showed it was just a normal arm, even though it looked incredibly abnormal. This was further evidence against the second child being the chosen one, as there was not even a chance this was the power the Dark Lord knows not.
As soon as Lily took in the features of her second son, she immediately became distressed. There was no way this was her child, no way at all. She wasn't even supposed to have twins, just one little boy. This weird, cursed baby could in no way have come from her. Distressed, she tried to stop the Healer from handing her the child.
"Get rid of it; it's a monster," she rather pitifully cried out, "I don't want it!"
Albus
seized the opportunity, as there was no way that this disfigured
little child could be the chosen one, and would more than likely
inhibit the progress of the true chosen one, stop him from being the
best he could be. He turned to Lily, putting a kind, grandfatherly
face on. "Are you sure, it is after all your son."
"No,
this freak could never be my son, ever." The mother vehemently
denied, an oddly blank look on her face.
Albus
looked seriously at the two parents. "Then let us get rid of it
secretly, we will tell everyone that you had twins, but unfortunately
the second one was a stillborn. That was there are no suspicions as
to the circumstances of the boy's birth, just in case anyone
wonders why there are two names on the magical birth records but only
one child."
He turned to the
Healer, who had been in shock the entire time. "Obliviate."
"Well then, give it to me now; I'll put in it the streets on the way out. What are you planning on naming the children, as even this one needs a name, though it is dead. The register documents all births, even ones who have supposedly died."
Lily looked at him with a strangely calm look on her face, so emotionless it could be called calculating. "We were planning on calling our son Steve Marcus, so that is what we will call our first born. The second can be Harry, and perhaps James, so that he will be better thought of among our friends and give him connection to the family."
Albus looked over at them and smiled, pleased with the way this night had turned out, taking young Harry with him, and hiding him under his cloak as he walked out the door.
Unbeknownst to the Potters and Dumbledore, someone had been watching them the entire time. Sirius Black looked in disgust at his best friend and former headmaster. 'How could they do something so awful? Why would James just stand there and let this happen? The poor boy is just a baby and nothing more. He's your son Prongs, so why are you leaving him to die?'
As Albus walked out with Harry he quickly followed, taking care not to be seen. As soon as Dumbledore was gone he went to the dumpster where the baby had been placed, taking care not to injure the still silent child. It would not be good to hurt the poor child, especially with all it had unknowingly gone though.
"Don't worry little one, I'm going to take care of you and be your family; if they don't want you, then I do. We will have to hide or run away though. We will go all across Europe, always traveling so that they won't find us. You are my son from now on."
He
looked down at Harry once again, before frowning, "We need a new
name then. When I was little I used to think of names that I could
use as aliases. Unfortunately, I usually would tell them to my best
friends, and no one can hear the name and think it would be me. One
of my favorites was Mana Walker, and since James never knew of that
one, we will use it. It is common enough of a last name to not
attract attention from any other Walkers out there, but Mana is an
uncommon enough first name that we won't be mistaken for anyone
else. That fits our purposes perfectly. You could be my son, Allen
then. I used to use it in another alias, one that James really liked.
Yes, I think Allen Walker will be a good name."
And
Sirius Black and a little Harry Potter left London with a crack,
never looking back.