Hello all new readers! I would like to say that this is my first story ever and while I would love helping criticism I do not appreciate flames. At all. Saying this I would first like to get past the hated prologue to the world we all love. (I mean being on fanfiction as much as we probably already have been I know we've had enough of this prologue).

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Prologue

Halloween 1981 Godric's Hollow

James was blasted off his feet and hit the wall behind him. "You traitor," he yelled at Peter, "How could you betray my family? We've been friends since our school years! I trusted you to protect us."

"I guess you shouldn't have trusted me then," Peter sneered back at the battered man. Peter shot another curse at James shoving him into a shelf riddled with books and other such materials knocking him unconscious though he looked quite dead.

"Pity," Voldemort smirked," I would have thought a family fighting for its precious children would have lasted longer. No matter it's not like the fool would have stood up against me in the first place. Pettigrew, I will take care of the woman, you return to the manor. Pettigrew bowed then left. Voldemort went upstairs to the nursery to find a red headed woman standing in front of the two cribs staring at him in pure determination.

"Woman, step aside," Voldemort growled.

"No," she stated back, "I will not let you touch my children!"

He batted her aside, knocking her into the wall, making her fall into unconsciousness.

He stared at the two children, green and hazel eyes staring at him in their innocence.

Voldemort turned his wand to the two little Potter boys. "Such a pity, you would have been a strong one with all the power you have," he said to the green eyed boy, Hadrian, he read on the crib. "Well, Hadrian, you'd only be as powerful as a half-blood could be. I'll have to kill you since you are more powerful than what seems to be a squib on your right."

He said the two accursed words, Avada Kedavra, and as the burning green curse flew to the innocent green eyed boy, it wavered. It twisted and turned and contorted till finally deciding to merge with what looked like a magical protection shield, pulsing with power and colored a dark ebony, sucking in all the light in the room with its darkness. The curse was sucked up into the boys being and an explosion, one so concentrated that it burned the grotesque man's soul, but not appearing outside the house, came forth and drained the boy of all his current energy.

In the one moment that Voldemort could think in before being destroyed he thought, 'the prophecy, said he would be my equal, I understand now, Hadrian, is my equal in darkness,' and then he thought no further.

With the cruel man dead and Hadrian's energy expelled, he, like what any other child would do, fell asleep.

On the other hand, Hadrian's twin brother, Nathan, woke up to see a piece of the ceiling fall onto his head cutting a dark 'V' into his forehead, getting slightly infected from all the dark energy emitted from the fight. He started bawling his eyes out as, one, he had an injury on his head and two, he was just woken from a peaceful slumber.

This was the spectacle Albus Dumbledore walked into. He got Madam Pomfrey to heal the unconscious James Potter along with his wife Lily Potter. He waited till they were safe and ready to go and then checked on the children.

Dumbledore inspected the two children noting, one, currently Hadrian seemed like a squib in terms of power and he didn't bother to check for a core inspecting just thinking that Hadrian was a squib, two, that Nathan was awake and surely thought that was because he was fighting a Dark Lord and finally and probably most important, three, Nathan had a scar swimming with dark power and Hadrian was virtually untouched. Dumbledore then picked up Nathan, handed him to his parents and pronounced him as The Chosen One, The-Boy-Who-Lived, and the One-Who-Saved-Us-All. And while Dumbledore called the Order over to celebrate the death of He-Who-Must-Not-BE-Named and He-Who-Has-Too-Many-Hyphenated-Names, and while reporters from across the globe came to see the wonderful Nathen, none noticed the boy in the corner, with frighteningly intelligent eyes, staring back at the noise with his startling Avada Kedavra green eyes.

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I sincerely hope that I made the introduction less boring than some others. If I could get some reviews that would be highly appreciated. Please no flames.