This is an AU. I am going to warn you, it is morbid as fuck. It features topics from cats to bestiality to robot sex. That gives you a good range of how open-minded I am. None of it is going to be extremely graphic in terms of sex. Violence is a bit different. I am going by the extent of mortal combat and things like Mortal combat for my rate of M. They set the bar pretty high in disturbing violent material.

I can't promise extremely long chapters or updates because real life is a bitch. This is a very cliche fanfiction so you should be able to find something similar very quickly. I am going to warn you. I rant. A lot.

Albus peered at them, his spectacles sliding down his nose while doing so. Lily squirmed in her seat, a nervous wreck, her long red hair was messy and had who-knows-what in it. James had lazily slung his arm around her shoulder, the dark shadows were very prominent. With the war, and being new parents to twins, it had started to take it's toll on them.

"Lily, James. I have some very grave news about your two twins." His voice was manipulated into making it sound all kind and grandfatherly. In reality, he was thriving with dark mischief. "There was a prophecy made...Your son Henry is the one destined to defeat Voldemort."

Lily gasped and her eyes began to water. She started to shake uncontrollably, James immediately pulled her into his chest. His face for once, had a very serious look on his face. "Albus, what about Harry? We have to protect Harry!" James barked, his voice filled with worry.

Albus frowned. They shouldn't care about Harry, they should care about Henry. "Now I have already thought of a plan to make Harry safe away from Deatheaters and Voldemort." He prepared to tell them his wondrous plan, he knew Lily wouldn't take it well. He was prepared for that too. "Harry will have to be sent away, somewhere far far away where Voldemort would never think to look. However, you can not get him back until the prophecy is fulfilled."

The older man continued to explain the obviously well-thought out plan. Lily had pulled her face from James's chest and the skin was no longer creamy pale. It was nearing purple in her anger. "How dare you! How could you ask me to do such a thing! In my own home, you dare ask me to give away my baby in favor of another!"Lily didn't stop there. "Don't you know what happens to them, the forgotten siblings? I've seen it with my own eyes!"

James silently agreed with her. He had seen it with his own eyes as well. Petunia had become an awful woman, he had seen Lily's parent's favoritism.

Albus's blue eyes filled with anger, pure anger. This woman dare refuse him! He-Dumbledore! The one who defeated the previous dark lord! He gripped his wand underneath his desk. No one would know what he did to the poor couple. He whipped out his wand and yelled at Lily, "Imperio" Her mind immediately glazed over, James leaped from his seat but he unfortunately didn't have his wand on him.

Albus could see them struggle against the spell, with his power they would never be able to break it. "Now Lily, do you agree with me."
"Yes Headmaster." Lily's voice spoke, cheerful as if Dumbledore had proposed the greatest plan ever. Like like (In Dumbeldore's image) should be.

Albus roughly dropped the basket on the porch of a suburban house. The white picket-fence was pristine and the early start of a future flourishing garden. He placed the note with the sleeping baby. He had written himself, indirectly anyway.

Dear Petunia,

I would dearly appreciate you looking after him. His twin, my precious one, Henry has been chosen as our world's savior. Harry is just not of importance to me anymore. You can keep him, I'm sure you'll get along, he isn't a tough baby. Unfortunately, that means he's weak. I can't have weak children. Raise him like he is your own.

Lily.

As the man left the small comfortable neighborhood, a woman from above frowned. This would be her future vessel, similar to her champions. Children who were chosen to be great. Merlin, Salazar Slytherin ect. None of them were to be cruel without reason though. Salazar Slytherin was right in trying to keep the muggleborn from getting in during his time period. At times he is still right, which is what people forget. She had a feeling this child would be amazing. Chaos was dying. No one remembered her. No one cared for her. Yes, she would live on...In a different way.

Invisible to all not her chosen, she crept near him and let her power drift from her into him. Harry Potter opened his killing curse eyes and saw the death of Chaos.

Sometime later the door opened revealing a petite blonde haired woman, she seemed nervous as she opened the door. Her shawl poorly covered the bruises layering her skin. This was Petunia Dursley. She hadn't been seen for more than five minutes, in the last two years. She just wasn't the socialist she used to be. Her mouth formed a small O as she glanced down at the blanket wrapped babe.

Harry stared at her with apathetic eyes. Petunia picked him up carefully, curious. Her left hand picked the letter from his little woven basket. Her eyes trailed from the note, and down towards the toddler, surprisingly they were not filled with anger or hate, but sympathy.

I've had a pretty disturbing year. I saw my grandfather watching porn...Never staying up past six a.m. every again. EVER. I hope you all review, but I know that probably won't happen because people can be dicks and be very lazy. A simple little "It was good. Update please." or even this. "You could use some work here and there (Lists some stuff I messed up) but you have some potential.