Disclaimer: Clearly nothing but a few characters (Xavier…etc) is mine. If it were mine…a lot of things would have been done differently. Like I reckon it's great what J.K has done…but if it were mine…and I had a longer attention span, I'd do it a little differently.

A/N: I sure as hell don't know where this story is going to go. I suddenly had a violent urge to write fan fiction. Look I have no idea, just bear with me here and give me LOTS of encouragement! Oh and ps. I thought I'd let you know that Xavier means saviour, and Darnell means Hidden. I'll let you ponder this as I actually write the prologue now. 

Prologue

The wind blew heavily, creating a loud whistling noise, as it blew through the remnants of what was once a large, stately manor, a place filled with vibrance and happiness. At the moment, the ruins were wreathed in gloom and menacing clouds covered the once clear skies. By far the most shocking aspect of this gloomy picture however, was the large skull and snake apparition, some 50m above the house. Slightly to the left of this depressing scene, a flash of golden light appeared, and a figure was seen, silhouetted against the wild night.

Xavier Darnell had to hold back a shiver of apprehension as he looked around him. The place was completely destroyed. He doubted if anything could have survived the wreckage, but they had assured him that someone had. At the time, he'd believed them, but looking around him now, he found it very difficult to believe that a one year old had managed to survive the obvious slaughter that had occurred here. Oh well, there was only one way to find out. Xavier started towards the ruined building.

Xavier didn't know why he bothered to find the front door; he could have gotten in at pretty much any point along what was once a wall. He supposed it was because he couldn't bring himself to accept the utter destruction and demolition of what was once such a beautiful, happy house. Finding the front door was his way of denying what had happened. The wind seemed to whistle in encouragement as he finally discovered what was left of the door, splintered remains of wood under what looked like a large, bronze hat stand. Gingerly stepping over the top of it, he entered the house.

The wind played with a picture miraculously still hanging on the only raised surface not completely levelled, the wall beneath the stairs. Walking closer, Xavier saw that the picture was of a very small boy, with jet black hair and piercing green eyes. As was common with most photos, this one was moving, the little boy in it was laughing happily and waving his tiny fists proudly in the air, Xavier had to swallow a lump that had appeared in his throat and wiping his eyes he went to move on, only to stumble over something in a heap at the base of the stairs.

Xavier looked down to see what it was and had to fight down a wave of nausea that rose in his throat. It was the body of a young man, who, like the infant in the picture also had a shock of black hair, his eyes were wide open and staring in shock, and his mouth and jaw hung slack. Xavier turned away in a hurry and more or less sprinted out of the room and into what he suspected had once been a bedroom of some sort. There was a small bassinette in the corner he noticed, before his eyes discerned another heap lying about 5 paces from the baby bed. Unable to make himself go too close to this one, he only managed to notice the bright auburn hair, even though he had been expecting it, he was still unable to stop the urge to be sick, finally his stomach one and he threw up violently all over a stuffed hippogriff.

Finally under control again, he approached the bassinette, extremely anxious as to what he might find. Surprise and realise graces his features as he looked down upon the infant from the picture, lying very still with his eyes moving wildly in his face. As Xavier bent down to scoop him up, the baby seemed to notice him, his features crinkling in confusion.

"Mamma?" this said, the child started bawling.

"Shhhh, Mamma's not here right now so I'll be looking after you for a while," said Xavier while gingerly patting the baby on the back. It would have been fairly obvious to anyone present that he had absolutely no idea what to do and that he was in desperate need of some assistance, unfortunately no one else was present and the cries did not abate. So it was a hysterical baby, and a slightly hysterical man that apperated away in a golden light.

No one saw the red eyes gleaming from a shadow in the bushes, and no one heard the disembodied voice whisper into the night before it fled,

"It isn't over, Harry Potter...It's hardly even begun"

A/N: So that's my prologue, I hope you like it. It's pretty short, I know...but it's longer that what I usually write. Please review and tell me what you think, otherwise I may not continue…I have to FEEL the love, before I can reciprocate it! and I also have a disturbing idea that this may be dreadfully boring to read and someone needs to tell me quick smart so I can take it off at once!!