Pivot Dive was dark and cold, the streets slick with ice and snow from the previous night's storm. On the steps of 4 Pivot drive, a young boy no older than one lay shivering wrapped only in a small blanket and a thin sheet of snow. This boys name was Harry Potter, and he was the boy who lived.

Two blocks down on Druid Lane a young blond boy was sleeping in his cot, nice and warm. His Uncle was out on a 'business trip' and wouldn't be home for a few hours. This was Alex Rider, the boy who couldn't die.

Now as fate would have it, on this cold December night the two would be brought together. Yassen Gregrovitch was on a mission, find Alex Rider and return him to Scorpia. It was supposed to be a simple mission. He would slip into the boy's room and leave without anyone noticing.

As Yassen gently picked up Alex he felt it. A small shock telling him to keep looking, that there was someone else that he would save. Climbing out the window, he followed this small instinct as it grew into grand concern. It wasn't long before he found the small form of Harry, shivering in his snow-covered blanket. His small lips had turned blue and Yassen knew he was near frozen.

Cursing whoever dared leave such a small child so defenceless, he scooped him up and made his way back to the car that had brought him there in the first place.

As the car pulled into the parking lot, Yassen smiled. He had managed to change Harry into a warm dry outfit and he was already a lot less blue. Alex had been given up his blanket for the smaller child upon sein his worrying state.

"Can I walk?" Alex asked as Yassen started unbuckling him. "I mean then you could carry Harry a bit better right?"

This caught Yassen's attention, Alex was three. His English was proper, and he was thinking extremely logically but he was still a three-year-old child.

"I'm afraid you don't have shoes on Alex. Its still quite cold here and I wouldn't want you getting sick." Yassen shook his head as one of the goons rolled up a stroller, clearly meant for older children like Alex. "I can carry him and push you just fine. We're going to get on a boat now, so I don't want you getting a cold."

Yassen was unprepared for a one-year-old, the clothes he had on now were simply precautionaries for if Alex was a small kid. He was not, but Harry was. Alex was now pouting, on the verge of throwing a tantrum and Harry was starting to squirm.

"Now you are going to have to behave, Harry is..."Yassen paused turning to Alex. "How did you know his name was Harry? "

"The little letter." Was Alex mater of fact responses he was lifted into the stroller. "I read it when you put it down."

So Alex was a three-year-old genius, and Harry had been left to freeze to death. Yassen let out a small sigh as he picked up Harry and headed towards the boat that would bring them home to Moscow.