Ok I know you guys are going to hate me for starting ANOTHER hpss story which will be sporadically updated at the risk of slowing the others down, but this is a good one, I promise! I think I actually finally DISCOVERED AN ORIGINAL IDEA!! It's a miracle…

The Angel's Tear, Chapter One.

Dumbledore sat, his head between his hands, utterly devastated by the events of the year. A full week had passed since the first years' entrance ceremony, at which young Harry Potter was shockingly absent. His letter had shown up as received, but upon inspection, it seemed to have been tampered with, something that had never happened in the history of the school. It was as if Harry Potter had never existed.

Severus Snape had gone over to the house of Potter's guardians on his orders, only to find that the Dursleys' had no memory of the boy whatsoever. He had tried hundreds upon hundreds of tracking spells, potions, and even divine pleading, to no avail. Every spell ran blank, every potion either exploded or turned to water, and no gods had answered his most desperate prayer (although he had not really expected them to).

Only one option remained available to him. He would have to use the Devil's Touch– A potion so rare and powerful that it could transport one person directly to the location of another with just a thought. The potions rare ingredients made it highly unstable, and the only man who could handle the delicate and rare kirin's horn which gave the potion its power was his very own potions master, Severus Snape.

Dumbledore hated to send Snape on what would probably turn out to be a simple mission, but he had no other option. No material objects could be sent with the potion's drinker, lest they either disappear or end up as part of the person when they reappeared. Snape was the only man who could make the Angel's Tear, which would counteract the Devil's Touch and send them back to Dumbledore, a process very similar to that of using the Devil's Touch. Naturally, if the potions were normal, it would be possible for Snape to merely apparate them back, but in coincidence with the name of the potion, the Devil's Touch would slowly deteriorate into a poison, and the only cure was the Angel's Tear.

Dumbledore's eyes flared, a bout of frustration possessing him. If Severus were to get Potter back fast, he would have to start immediately.

Surprisingly, informing Severus of his assignment was not a difficult task. The man understood the need for desperate measures, and with only a murmured "Why do we need the bloody Potter boy anyway", he was off to make the potion. Largely due to the kirin's horn Snape's teacher had handed down to him, the potion was ready within the month.

"Remember, Severus. Find the boy, act kindly to him, explain our world to him, and as soon as he trusts you, begin preparation of the Angel's Tear. If you send a letter along, I will send someone to you with a piece of your kirin's horn. I don't want you to come back immediately, but to try to build up a mentorship with the boy. If he trusts you blindly, he will become our perfect hero." Severus gave a brief nod, slipping his robe over his shoulders and allowing it to pool at his feet. He held the jeweled vial in one of his large hands, pulled off the cork, and allowed the single drop of liquid inside to drop onto his tongue. Flinging the vial away from him, Severus disappeared without a sound, leaving only a pile of robes and shattered glass to verify his existence.

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Whatever he had expected for his twenty-second birthday, Edward Smithesson had not expected this. He had planned the day for months, making sure to finish his newest manuscript well before, and to visit his parents in the countryside manor where they resided. Finally, the day had come, and he had just sat down to tea when a naked man appeared out of thin air, hovering for a moment before becoming acquainted with gravity. The man fell on top of Edward, spilling tea all over his lightly-colored floors, and crushing the single chair which he had inhabited.

The man rose and dusted himself off, in as regal a manner as a naked man could. A thick silence saturated the air as emerald eyes met onyx. The man seemed surprised; Edward was not. He briefly wondered if the man had planned to fall out of the air, shock clouding his brain. A moment passed as the man broke his stare, then–

"Could I get some clothes, perhaps?"

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So…. How was it? :D Once again, I apologize for my seemingly random thought process