A/N: So I lied. Sorry it turns out that a Lucius Malfoy x Harry Potter story. There will be more drama than romance here as Harry starts out as an infant. And to continue at the whole fangirl vomit party I see in the corner, in my story after their late 20's wizards and witches start to age more slowly, and purebloods age more slowly than muggleborns and you'll see why later on in the story. I will still eventually do a Drarry I cross my heart. Just don't save your breath that it will be done by the end of the year. Updates for this will be sporadic as it will most likely be less popular than my Naruto Story. Forgive me, My Fans, and leave a review.

"He must have looked up at an unfamiliar sky through frightening leaves and shivered as he found what a grotesque thing a rose is and how raw the sunlight was upon the scarcely created grass." – The Great Gatsby, F. Scott Fitzgerald.

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The imperio-ed man walked stiffly up the stairs. He was of the handsome sort; sharp features, red-brown eyes like cherry wood, pale skin, masculine figure. The fact that the house was empty cut through the curse and allowed him a pause and a sneer to overtake those classic features. Who honestly left their near infants alone, like this?

Unfortunately the thrall of the mind controlling curse re-enveloped the man's mind, having his tall and lanky figure continue up the wooden staircase. Upon entering the nursery of Godric's Hollow, the dark haired wizard was faced with two lightly colored cribs standing close together. Under the curse and unable to control his actions Tom Marvolo Riddle Jr. had no other option that to observe the babes that the lightly colored furniture contained.

Two obviously male children but with very different appearances and demeanors. One boy was thicker set with sickly red hair and hazel eyes and was starting to whine at the presence of the stranger. Riddle sneered at the average, light magical core contained within the babe that was already working on his Imperio dampened nerves. The other child is what soaked into The Dark Lord's brain. He was smaller, or at the very least smaller than the other, pale skin and black hair. Facial features of noble quality, most likely from James' little secret mother. But what astounded the now frozen man the most were the little brat's eyes.

There was not a brighter green in natural existence, whether magical or otherwise. A brilliant green, too bright to be called emerald, yet too brilliantly rich to be called close to the Killing Curse. And Tom Riddle mused in his captive mind that perhaps his eyes appeared as that when he was younger. Not the curiosity of a young child rested there but the world weariness of one facing the inevitable.

But no, while the young boy's eyes were certainly distracting they were not the most surprising thing to the Dark Lord. The pale child had a dark core. True it was still trembling and trying to settle, but the sheer potential of that core was a beauty to behold.

Unable to fight compulsory orders any longer, Tom Riddle straightened out his wand arm and aimed at the crib.

As it was, the Dark Lord never noticed the names etched into the respective cribs, Alexander James Potter and Hadrian Vega Potter. And neither did the controlled man see the not-so-light protection runes that had been crudely carved by a very drunk Sirius Black.

Ah, back to the important moment!

Tom Riddle let the gleaming green Killing Curse fly at the two children. As it hit the wards around the cribs the curse seem to fizzle out but then arcs f green electricity pulled and pushed each other while sitting on the wards. The Dark Lord was forced to stand still as the arcs gained energy and flew back at him in a crude, wicked rebound of the Avada Kedavra. It flew into the handsome man's chest and left him, for him to crumple to the ground.

The red headed brat screeched at the pain in his hand as an invisible flame branded burns into the top of his hand and wrist. The green-eyed child, seemed more aware of everything it seemed, trained saddened eyes on the man on the floor, struggling to breathe.

As the babe's sight started to vanish he saw the dying man's body dissipate into a sharp, writhing mass of what appeared to be floating grey and black ribbons which then faded through the window and into the night sky.

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The old man with the half-moon glasses entered the nursery with the previously missing Potters. The male Potter, James, was dressed in red wizarding robes, while his Red-headed wife wore simple muggle clothes. The old man with the twinkle in his eyes wore a neon orange wizarding robe with bright aqua tadpoles swimming on the fabric.

The odd elder's blue eyes' twinkle increased as he picked up the previously sleeping Alexander.

"Oh, ho such a big boy! And what's this?"

Dumbledore directed his attention to the burn on the back of Alexander's hand and wrist.

"What a brave boy you are, do not worry he will be fine."

Lily breathed out a sigh of relief as Dumbledore handed her Alexander. The old man turned to the other child who had sat on his bum and was carefully moving his arms, not seeing the world around him.

The blue eyes' twinkle dampened slightly as the powerful wizard noticed the fledgling Darkness in the boy's core. Dumbledore shrugged it off as unimportant. Without the proper nourishment the boy's Core wouldn't meet its potential, regardless.

He carefully pulled the green eyed babe from the crib and held him up, turning his body slightly this way and that. For his audience's sake he whispered an,

"Oh my…"

"What is it, Headmaster?" James asked.

Dumbledore turned,

"I'm afraid little Hadrian can no longer witness the world around him. He's blind…" Lily sucked in a grieving breath as James stoically took the news, "And there is not potion, spell, or anything else in this world that can fix it."

Lily's hand when up to her mouth in shock and sadness. James shoulders slumped and his expression crumpled. Just as Dumbledore was about to hand the still bright eyed babe to James a dark figure swept the babe into his arms.

"Oh come on Prongs, he's still my cutesy little godson!"

Those still bright green eyes lit up in joy,

"Pa'foo'!"

Sirius chuckled.

"Miss me?"

The black locks bounced as Hadrian closed his eyes in happiness. Dumbledore's eyes narrowed, unseen by the other occupants in the room. This was unprecedented, he would have to keep the child away from all sources of Dark magic. The old man looked to the parents and spoke,

"Come, let us discuss Alexander's future downstairs. I'm sure Sirius can handle little Harry for just a little while."

Little did Lily and James know that this would be the start of some grand things, some terrible things, and the wretched name little Hadrian would grow to detest.

Once alone, Sirius turned sharp grey eyes to his now unseeing godson.

"So little one, care to tell me how you knew it was me?"

"Fel'-Saw pa'foo'."

"You felt me?"

Hadrian nodded and then shook his head, then wrinkled his nose in confusion of how to say it. Soon after Hadrian just shrugged and rubbed his head against Sirius' robe covered chest.

Sirius rubbed the young boy's back in comfort. And it certainly wouldn't be the last.