Chapter 1 – Faking A Disappearance

With a pop Dumbledore and McGonagall disappear from Privet Drive. Just as Hagrid vanishes over the horizon, a man steps from the shadows of the street. The man is question was wearing long flowing midnight blue robes that seemed to shimmer as he walks.

With short stylish chestnut hair and a neatly trimmed beard the man lowers his face to the bundle of blankets that is Harry Potter.

"They're calling you the Boy-Who-Lived. Not very original if you ask me, I never understood these people and there fascination with hyphens." The stranger begins.

Gathering up the child in his arms he continues. "Leaving a child on a doorstep, honestly! I'm beginning to think Albus is to far deep in his 'Greater Good' motif."

Waving a hand over Harry he frowns as a dark green glow surrounds the child. "He's bound your magic, and there's something with your scar…we will have to get you checked over."

"He has plans for you with these muggles, but I think it's better if you come with me."

Bright green eyes stare up at the man, with gurgling sounds coming from Harry's little mouth.

"Believe me, I will look after you little wizard. I can see the power in your eyes, you may just give Merlin a run for his Galleons." Chuckling to himself the stranger adapts a pensive look.

"I think my wife will simply adore you and I must inform Croaker of my imminent return. But first things first," smirking at the boy in his arms. "How shall we fake your disappearance?"

Turning towards number 4 the young man leaves Harry floating in the air, much to his delight and focuses on the doorstep. Waving a hand he begins writing.

You are a fool old man. Did you honestly believe you could hide the child from us? No one stands in the way of the dark lords wishes! We will hide the child and torture him until our Lord returns to finish him. The muggles will be dead in days. So much for a saviour!

Signed

The Lords Most Faithful

With a smear of blood on the parchment he sticks it to the door. Followed by a few charms to keep it safe, including a muggle notice-me not and a weather impervious.

Then waving his hand over the house he alters the muggles minds telling them to wake in 20 minutes, trash the house and travel to the nearest harbor. From there they will smuggle themselves on the first boat to Sweden, changing there names and becoming upstanding citizens. Forgetting all they know about magic, vowing to never return to England.

Completing the spell he turns back to Harry who is trying to swim in the air while still floating.

"Now my little wizard as I said, we must first visit Croaker before returning home." Sighing the stranger scratches his beard. Nelle was not going to take this so easily. But she always did want a child. Everyone pays the price for eternity. Infertility is ours I guess

"Harry, I'm going to change my clothes and conceal my face. I will also hide your appearance." Harry stared up at the man, "The people we see are going to call me Alchemist, but I'm your family now little one. You can call me Nick."

Carefully grabbing Harry out of the air Nick pulls him to his chest. "I will take care of you, but I would be lying if I said the times ahead will be easy. Nevertheless you will be trained and have knowledge rivalling Rowena Ravenclaw herself. I will not keep you in the dark little wizard, I swear on it.

Then with a pop, Harry Potter in the arms of Nicolas Flamel vanish from Little Whinging. Leaving it to be eternally normal and utterly boring. No one on Privet Drive blinked an eye at the Dursleys leave. Quite on the contrary, a few neighbors got together to throw a party celebrating the joyous occasion.

It won't be till weeks later when the great Albus Dumbledore realises the blood wards around number 4 have crumbled. Muggles gone in an obvious struggle and Harry Potter nowhere to be found.

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Meanwhile across the country a man with golden locks and a winning smile stops one Sirius Black in a street with a caged rat in hand.

"I am Goldfish, I work with the DOM. Take Pettigrew and clear your name. Do not inform anyone of this meeting." He thrusts the cage into his hands.

"What…just who...you…I…Thank you…" Black splutters.

"It's okay Mr. Black, not all is lost for you. Murder is not the answer. Once you are finished, report to the Leaky Cauldron room 6. All children need there Godfather."

"I suggest you take my advice." And on that note Goldfish steps back and with a short "Good day Mr. Black" he turns on the spot apparating away. Leaving behind a very wide eyed Sirius with his mission in hand.

Looking up at the sky, a tear in his grey eye he says "What should I do Prongs?"