It was the dead of night, and not a light could be found on the block in the little town called Surrey and one could only wonder what was going on in the Dursley household that had the large man in such an uproar.
"I don't want this thing in my house Petunia, I will not have it" Vernon bellowed a vein standing out impressively.
"I don't want IT here either but what are we to do IT's just a child" Petunia answered just as outraged.
"We'll take him to the orphanage, they will have to take him in" Vernon came up with half-wittedly.
Once in the car Vernon proceeded to start the engine and then drive towards the orphanage, all the while he was ignorant of the sickly pale man that was following him. "Once your gone thinks will be perfect again, I can go home have sex with my wife and live--" Vernons thoughts ended here as the car was upturned. As the gas slowly leaked onto Vernons forhead he saw a sickly pale hand reach out and take Young Harry Potter out of the backseat. His last thoughts before he was consumed in a fire maelstrom of death was "Good riddance" and he thought no more.
"Subject column 333, number 666 trial 7, name: Harry Potter, Abilities: Magic, Flame manipulation slash generation, and cellular regeneration surpassing that of Wolvering's, IQ: 200, Magical core levels: Level 10 and growing, Chances of success in gene experimentation, 75% on account of his magic likely being symbiotic and wanting more power as a result of the slight fusion between his and Tom Riddles Magical Cores." The man paused and then said "Harry Potter my name is Sinister, and todays your lucky day, heh heh heh heh heh heh ha ha ha ha ha hahaha" And for the first time since his parents died Harry Potter opened his eyes his stunning purple eyes and began to cry.