Chapter 1

AN: this story is set after the tri wizard games, assuming that nothing eventful happened after book four. So the tension is rising after lord Voldemort doesn't come and try anything evil or bad after kidnapping Harry and getting his body back. They are all 16 at the start of the 6th year, with no news about UKW or why he is missing. You would think with all his powers returned that he would be eager to get up to mischief, would he? Or does he just lack the motivation?

Perhaps, if we look back, before the birth of Harry Potter, we may know a little more about this hideous excuse of a man. And then perhaps…his new motivation.

It was raining.

The water came down from the heavens in a thunder storm, rattling heavily against the glass windows of the church.

A church, how ironic.

To think one of the most hallow of grounds, the holiest of places…was being used by the darkest of people to create a monstrosity greater than anything ever imagined in your worst nightmare. Not even a Bogart would dare to morph into what was being created that day.

"Carnas, pass me the vile."

"Yes my Lord." The hunched creature of a man with long, greasy white hair and rotten teeth, made Filch look as fresh as a daisy. He even dressed like a tramp with his brown over coat and tattered all in one body suit. His name was Carnas Coon. He was a death eater and had been for a few decades, back when 'you know who' came into the world and made his mark the first time round. His aged fingers shakily passed a large, almost cup sized vile of thick blood. Blood, that wasn't human. "Here my Lord." You know who (or UKW) took the vile and looked down, disgustedly at the pathetic creature before him. He would have disposed of this filthy creature years ago, but he had his valuable uses. He was a maggot, but Carnas had a brilliant in mind. He was the best Alchemist around, with the wonderful nak at applying his knowledge to the dark arts. That, was the only reason he was still alive right now. UKW returned to the large, bubbling cauldron, and the crying cot next to it. The little babe within it, was small, very, very small in size and still a red colour from birth. His mother's body started to go rank in the back pew as we speak…

These experiments of his, his plans, had been applied to the children of death eaters, stolen children and homeless children. Even the babes from prostitutes that didn't want their children anymore.

But none had survived.

UKW's lover had been alright with everything he did…until he told her his plans for their son.

Yes, this baby was his son, his one and only child. But his future plans were more important than the risk in store for his offspring. The mother objected.

So he removed her.

The burning fire crackled loudly, his concoction coming to boil and midnight drawing ever closer. The vile was poured into the mixture, and it turned black.

"The next vile Coon."

"Yes my Lord." Another vile entered the potion, and it turned green. At the stroke of twelve, UKW lifted his screaming child from the cot, and held him over the bubbling, green liquid.

"And now, to commence with the first of many. The first, of my army of super wizards!" the child screamed, its cries echoing through the spire of the church. Then, the child was dropped, submerged in molten, potent magic's forbidden since ever known. And in the house of God, it was being used for the truest evil.

"My Lord?" Carnas saw shadows through the pane glass windows.

"A few more minutes Coon." He waved him off and watched as the liquid lifted the boy from the potion, and he watched his hair and eyes change colour. His once blond wisp fell from his head and his big, baby blue eyes swirled to the back of his head, and came forward a different colour. Then his skin pealed off, leaving a green replacement. The shadows were joined by voices, and Carnas raised his wand.

"MY LORD LOOK OUT!" Coon stepped between his master and the figure in the open door, soon falling to the floor dead from the jolt of green light.

He was dead.

UKW lifted his son from the potion, hoping it had made all the changes he wished and smirked when the screaming child, was alive. The first to live! His army would soon be grown with his blood. But to the matter at hand…

"Move out of my way Potter, you can not hope to stop me. Not unless, you wish to doom the fate of your family." He chuckled, holding his screaming monster of a son under his cloak. He winced as his son dug his claws into his arm.

"What have you done!" James couldn't believe his eyes when a small, green tail, flick out from UKW's cloak.

"I have made my son, perfect." UKW held his son for all to see, Dumbledore, Fudge and many other officials, including Mad eye Moody, swarmed in behind him.

"You, you monster! You did that to your own son!" wands were drawn and counter curses were used from UKW's onslaught. In the struggle, UKW was knocked to his feet and his child fell to the floor, crying still in pain. While Mad eye saw through the alter stand, he led many dark wizard catchers around the church to ambush him. But UKW transfigured himself into a large black raven, and flew up into the spire. On a beam, he saw James run out of the church, his son in his arms and screeched. But he couldn't stop him, not now. His son was lost, probably to be killed simply from being the monstrosity he created him to be.

"This isn't over Potter, you take my son, and I will take yours. I promise you…" he flew off and went into hiding, accompanied by his servant Wormtail…

ooOoo

"We have no choice James. He have to exterminate the threat." Cornelius Fudge paced the room. Now in the church with people surrounding them to keep it safe, a decision had to be made. James had done a circle on himself and come back with the creature. He was now sleeping in a manger at the front of the church, with five very important men around him.

Fudge,

Lupin,

Dumbledore,

Mad eye,

And James Potter.

"But that isn't just. He didn't ask for this, he must be barely a day old if that."

"I. I found the mother in the back…she is dead…"

"I take it that she must have known what he was planning and objected…" Lupin sighed and looked to the 'child'. "But we can't kill him. That would be murder…we have no right."

"I agree Remus."

"Wait just a minute here Albus."

"We will have a vote." James took his jacket off and covered the shivering creature. "If you think we mere mortals have the right, to kill a creature that was born, and to some extent still will be part wizard, then raise your hand." Only Fudge did, weakly.

"But it is mostly reptile now! It can't be let into society!"

"But it is also part wizard. Now for those who wish to give the boy a chance."

"It isn't a boy Potter."

"I said! All those who want to give the boy a chance at life, like he deserves, raise your hand." Mad eye moody, Dumbledore, James and Lupin raised their hand. "Then it is decided. He lives."

"But he can not be allowed into society! Where would he grow up?"

"I will raise him with my own son when he is born if I have to." James lifted the child up."

"No, that would be too dangerous James. You and your family would become a target. Voldemort would raise hell if he knew his son was still alive."

"There in, lies the answer my friends." Dumbledore smiled, taking the bundled creature from James. "If he is thought dead, then Voldemort will no longer seek for him. He may live in the wilderness, like two thirds of his blood adapts him to. We shall of course keep him under surveillance."

"I can agree to his disappearance. But no one may ever learn of his existence. He is presumed dead, understand?" Cornelius submitted at last and the plan was carried out. The child was transported by Lupin himself (during the right part of the month) to the beast realm over the sea from Hogwarts, where Dumbledore kept his sharp eyes on him for many years to come…

But James was still troubled by the boy.

He himself was soon to be a father, and couldn't imagine ever using his own child in perverse experiments like UKW did. James watched over his sleeping wife, her swollen stomach protruding from the bed. he would never let his family become the twisted toys of amusement of Lord Voldemort. Never. For as long as he lived, his family would never be harmed…