Chapter 1

Another Great War rise again as the Darkest of Dark Lords in history return to power during the first Tri Wizard Tournament held in Hogwarts after century of rest. Lord Voldemort rise to power with the aid of dark ritual bones of father, flesh of servant, and blood of enemy taken from Evan Potter the boy who live. The Leader of Light Albus Dumbledore leading the full force assembles Order of Phoenix to standing against the dark force of Voldemort. Many have fallen victim in the struggle between the two fractions; as well many wish to stay out of conflict standing in the shade of gray that neither side of power realize.

Some where in London

The members of the Order of Phoenix gathers to report the latest event in the war, while new member are sworn into the Order, all were waiting for their leader of light Albus Dumbledore that in all of his age walk into the room with air of benevolence.

For two hours long the Order discus their next step after Voldemort broke his faithful follower out of the prison of Azkaban and gain favor with demantors. The whole time the Boy Who Live Evan Potter seated next to Dumbledore with his parent Lily and James Potter spoke up every now and then to remind them of his presences. Dumbledore and the Potter parent look on proud each time he spoke up not carrying who he had interrupted.

Before the end of the meeting a lone black robed figure strode briskly into the room.

"Ah… Severus my boy I trust every thing had gone well, what have you to report?"

The black robed men eye twitch at being call a boy though no one notices as they all awaited his answer. "The Dark Lord has sent many to locate a person that is some where in Europe at the moment."

"Why did he send so many for just one person? Do you know who the person is?"

"The person is valuable he or she is a legend. I only know by their reputation."

Dumbledore eyes begin to twinkle madly "What do you know Severus?"

"There is a rumor among the potion guild that he or she alone created many known potion that we use today, many more which are kept in secret only known to few within the guild and most of them are closely guarded."

"Then go see if you can try your luck with finding this person and convince into our side."

Italy potion guild

"Another."

The bartender give the young potion master yet another drink, more than most had that night, but like most people that drink to indulge themselves to forget their problems there is no point in denying a potion master of their drink unless they want to extensively check everything they touch or drink for the rest of their life. A cup of strong alcohol silently slide to the young potion master who down it without much hesitation.

Five potion guilds in one night all because that senile old fool Dumbledore and the compassionless dark lord held his life in the line of finding a nameless stranger. Even his potion master which he had to track all over Asia had refuse to give out any information other than that 'if he or she don't want to be found, then he or she won't be found.' Now he had no lead and he can't go back empty handed.

"Club Soda, and hit again him with whatever he is drinking."

The seat next to me was taken by a teenager more or less. Annoying as it was I some how found his presence calming. "Aren't a little too young to be drinking?"

"I'm legal, old man."

"Who are you calling old brat?" Alcohol and annoyance tighter equal short tolerance, not that I have much to begin with.

"A lonely man drinking way his life away without companies, or are you working on the thesis of the poison against poison cure that you started few years ago."

"That is a private research brat how did you come to the information?" Down yet another drink that refilled it self.

"All depend on who you ask, potion master Snape."

Some how the brat was just became annoying.

"Why are you following the order of a not so sane man, or a senile old man that had eaten too many sweets?"

"Not like I have a choice." Perhaps I drank one too many.

"No but you still have a choice your mark was never presented to public, and is not like is un-removable, so I'm guessing that Dumbledore just didn't tell you what he knew."

That got my attention quickly, for so long I had regretted my mistake many years ago, but turning so fast after so many potent drink made the world spin that was the last thing I remember before I meet the floor.

Next Day

The first thing I realize were the sound of water running and the world is still spinning. Before I realize there was a bottle press to my nose before I took it and down the whole bottle never had I been so grateful for pepper up potion.

"I trust you have your own stash of potions to take care of the rest I would offer but you'll be too proud of a person to accept unless you are dying and you don't trust a stranger you just meet.

"You right do you do this to every person you meet brat?"

"I'm legal old man I know I didn't give you my name but do you have to keep calling me a brat?"

"Is not my fault you act like a brat."

"Then call me 'Gray' potion Master Snape."

"Fine." Finally sober a bit I took a look at the brat that caught my attention last night before I submit to the influence of alcohol. The brat was tall but not tall as himself, the unruly black hair and emerald green eyes held uncanny familiarity that open many sealed memory, the large muggle shirt and jeans make it difficult to distinguish their sex the face didn't help either it held an delicate yet powerful frame. Unable to stop himself before he blunt out a rude question "are you a male?"

"Isn't it a bit rude to ask that?" Turning away hoping that the brat wouldn't see the blood that rush to his face; "any way tell the puppeteer and the ring master that I won't be found unless I want to be found, I'll pay them a visit when I have the time I won't waste my time with them they better have a profitable proposition."

"I assume you are talking about Dumbledore and the Dark Lord." How did he come up with such ridicules names?

As if he read my thought "Dumbledore enjoy controlling people with manipulation like that of puppeteer with his string to control his puppet. Voldemort inspire fear into his animal to do his bidding. You can't deny it is the truth, well I got to go I still have an appointment with one of my dealer."

How blunt, the mannerism of the brat lacks tacks but at his demeanor says other wise, he himself is a manipulator. His potion mentor was right he won't be found unless he wants to be found. He just hope that he wouldn't get a headache when he inform Dumbledore, and hopefully he survive when he inform the Dark Lord.