Salvatores
Summary: Lily and James Potter weren't truly a part of the Order of the Phoenix. They were, in fact, the secret leaders of possibly the most powerful magical faction in history- Salvatores. Erased from history due to their "radical" ways, Salvatores fought fire with fire against Voldemort and his followers. What happens when Harry finds out?
Warning: There might be (that means most likely) yaoi and yuri pairings. Violence and coarse language are included. Rating will definitely go up, because I'm just that big of a perv. Oh, and yes, OC's and bashing!
Chapter 1:
"Look everyone! It's the freak boy!" Dudley cried out. His group of bullies looked over to where he pointed. When they spotted the target, a predatory grin spread across all their faces.
Their prey was Harry Potter, a four year old with a mop of messy black hair, extremely pale skin, and the brightest, most unique shade of green eyes ever. The green was something akin to the color of emeralds, but brighter and just greener if that was possible. Another thing about the boy was that he was incredibly small for his age. It could have easily been genetics, but if you looked closely, you could also see how underweight the boy was, something well hidden by the baggy clothes he was wearing.
When Harry heard Dudley's yell, his eyes widened and his small body froze. Fear and panic filled him. No, he thought. I can't let them get me.
Harry took off as soon as he saw the first signs of movement from his cousin and his posse. It was a game that Dudley had recently started. Harry-hunting was the name of it.
No one bothered to help him as ran down the streets in obvious danger. One look at his ratty hand-me-downs, and the rich upper-class citizens of Little Whinging would stare at him in disgust and contempt.
Please! Anyone, I need somewhere safe! Somewhere safe…
Something inside of Harry responded to the request, and soon he was gone, leaving a pack of confused and furious preschoolers.
Harry reappeared in an attic, disorientated from the trip he had just made. He didn't seem to think about how it should be impossible to travel such a distance in the span of about a second. The boy could only think about how grateful he was to escape from Dudley. Harry looked around to check his surroundings, panicking when he realized where he was.
Judging by the size and contents of the place, he was most likely in an attic right now. Then when he paid attention to the photographs hanging on the creaking walls, he realized he was back at 4 Privet Drive. He was in the attic.
Aunt Petunia always told him never, under circumstances was he allowed to enter the attic. Not even if a serial killer was out to get him and the only safe place was the attic- although, Harry mused, that was a tad bit extreme. Still, he was incredibly scared over how much trouble he'd be in. He should leave now.
When Harry left to go open the door, the lock suddenly closed. He was shocked as the inanimate object locked him in and it wouldn't budge. He tried rattling the door open, and even picking the lock, but nothing seemed to work. Harry sighed.
Might as well enjoy the time I have left before I never see the light of the sun again.
The four year old started to walk around the attic, noting the pictures on the walls. They were incredibly foreign to him. Dudley was in two photos (he counted), and they were all baby photos. A large percentage of the photos were of two girls, a willowy blond and a beautiful red head. Harry could tell the two were very close just by looking at these photos. The two were either incredibly close friends or sisters, the latter being more reasonable. What was even stranger was the red headed girl.
The red-head was beautiful. His vision was atrocious but he could see that much. Her most noticeable feature was her breathtaking green eyes. Such a strange shade of green, but it suited her. They seem so much like mine, Harry thought.
Being a four year old with less than amazing observation skills and horrible eyesight, he didn't notice the small caption in script that said, Lily and Petunia Evans, 1967.
He then wandered around some more, looking at the small trinkets lying around. It was very obvious that no one had touched the place in a long time. A thick layer of dust had accumulated on every surface as far as he could see. What utterly horrifying thing was up here that could ban him from ever coming to the attic?
Harry wandered around for a little bit more until he found something very strange. A large mahogany chest was hidden away in a corner, with not a speck of dust on it. There was no fabric cover on it or anything. Even those wouldn't have protected the chest so well. It was as though something was preventing anything from the chest, but that was ridiculous.
The large thing fascinated him. It was definitely expensive, with gold lettering on one side and gold handles. The workmanship itself was amazing. So much time and effort was put into this, and he could appreciate that. What could be inside? Something precious must be inside this beautiful container.
No! He shouldn't be thinking like this! Such a beautiful, wonderful thing shouldn't be tainted by his touch!
But… he was really so curious… what harm could one little peak do?
Gingerly, Harry opened up the lid of the chest. Another strange thing- there was no lock on the chest. If there was no lock, who knew what kind of thieves would try and steal the treasure that was inside.
He opened up the chest and anticipated what could be in it. Money? Jewels? Then, disappointment set in as he saw nothing but papers and photographs. Maybe there was something valuable about the letters?
Harry dug around the large chest full of papers, looking for something interesting. Nothing really… wait! Was that Harry Potter, his name, he just saw? It couldn't be! But something with his name on it ought to belong to him. And if it didn't, he could always put the thing back.
The boy plucked an envelope out; curious as to how something with his name was written on it. He knew he was Harry Potter, but he never realized he had a middle name.
James. He tried out the name, getting used to the sound of it. It's a bit plain, but somehow it fits. Harry James Potter.
The envelope didn't have that nasty tasting glue on it or tape, so he could open it up without ruining the expensive…paper? No, it wasn't exactly paper. He couldn't quite place his finger on it.
As he opened the envelope, he saw another piece of the strange material; yes, parchment was the name of it. Inside was another piece of the parchment. Harry started to read the letter that was addressed to him.
Dear Harry,
I'm writing this letter to you while your father is watching to make sure you don't crawl out of your crib and cause more mischief than you already have. Small moments like that bring a smile to my face, and I'd do anything to protect that.
My baby, by the time you read this, I'll probably be gone already. And if I didn't die protecting you from that as- I mean Voldemort, well you can slap me silly when you see me in the afterlife.
You're probably so confused right now. The only possible way you could be reading this way is if my will was tampered with and you've been sent to the Dursleys. Please be patient, you'll learn everything in due time. You'll have to trust me about this and follow my instructions.
When you finish reading this letter, you'll have to smear some of your blood onto this and it'll activate. It's a teleportation device, and it will bring you to the person who is your legal guardian. Everything will be explained to you when you get there, I promise. But for now, just trust me.
I love you Harry. Don't ever forget that. You'll do great things, I know you will.
From your loving and most likely deceased mother,
Lily Evans Potter
Tears welled up in his eyes as he finished reading the letter. His parents had really loved him, and died protecting them. They didn't even want him to live with the Dursleys! And they sounded super! A teleportation device? Cool! Of course he would respect his mother's last wishes. Rummaging around in the chest again, Harry started to look for anything sharp that he could use to draw some blood.
BOOM! BOOM! Loud footsteps echoed and he paled as he realized it was Uncle Vernon. He had to hurry quickly!
"BOY, YOU BETTER OPEN THIS DOOR RIGHT NOW OR I'LL BREAK IT DOWN MYSELF! DO YOU HEAR ME?"
"Come on, come on, where is the knife? I know I saw it somewhere, OW!" Harry held up his thumb in pain, a large paper cut being the source of it. His eyes widened as he realized that he was wasting the valuable life blood, and crawled over to where his precious letter was.
"I'M BREAKING THIS DAMN DOOR RIGHT NOW!" A few seconds later, a large whale of a man burst through the door. Harry's green eyes widened. Quickly, he smeared the blood from his paper cut onto the letter. He looked down at his tummy, starting to feel a strange pull. He looked back up at his astounded uncle, and smirked. "See ya later, sucker." Harry, the letter, and the chest then disappeared forever from the Dursley household.
This whole time, Vernon could only gape at the display. When his nephew disappeared, his face turned an ugly shade of puce.
"AAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
Harry reappeared in a large office, collapsing onto the carpet with the chest and letter soon reappearing as well. A man in his mid twenties sat behind his desk, shocked as the child appeared out of nowhere.
"Harry," he whispered. "You're alive."
At Hogwarts, Albus Dumbledore was sucking on his favorite lemon candies when one of the alarms concerning Harry Potter started to go insane and then died out.
Albus coughed to get rid of the lemon drop he had nearly swallowed. He was really concerned now. That alarm was the one that alerted him whenever Harry would leave the house. How loud the alarm was depended on how serious the reason for his absence was. For example, the alarm would beep a few times if he was going out to the grocery store, but if here to be kidnapped, the alarm would blare like an annoying siren. For this to happen, someone or something magical must have taken Harry out of the Dursley's to somewhere out of Dumbledore's range.
The old headmaster sunk into his chair. What to do now? Those blood wards were supposed to protect Harry from Voldemort and any Death Eaters until he turned seventeen.
He sighed. He was getting too fucking old for this bullshit.
A/N: I FINALLY typed this stupid thing! I just finished it up and it's like, 3:30 right now? I haven't been able to get any sleep whatsoever. I was at a housewarming party and my friend and I went out to CVS because all the little kids were getting so overwhelming. Seriously, five year olds can be rapists! Anyways, my friend and I got high off of life... and a decent amount of Red Bull.
How is it so far? Fucking amazingly amzing? Excellent? Great? Good? Okay? Bad? Terrible? Atrocious? Shittier than the Hold It Against Me MV? I thought it was horrible. The song itself is okay though... please review? You can tell me how you thought it was! Do add constructive criticism, it does help! You can even use this scale! I just realized this is the longest first chapter or prologue thingie I've ever done for a multi-chapter fic. How should I celebrate?
I need to catch some sleep... BUT I'M NOT TIRED! CURSE YOU RED BULL~! Now I shall try and update Council of Nine... I'm such a shitty lemon writer. And I call myself a perv. Adios!
~Uchiha Umeko