A/N- Yeah, I know I would rewrite my other Harry Potter fanfiction, but I decided to just take a few concepts with that, and apply it to a different plot that I was more comfortable with. Well, I hope you enjoy 'The Legacy of Shadows'

Summery- Life for young Harold Potter changed the night Voldemort attacked, revealing his supposed Squib status, and thrusting his twin brother, Alexander, into the spotlight as the Chosen one, and the Boy-Who-Lived. Thinking of only his safety, his parents gave him up, not knowing that he would not end up where the chose, but where he belonged. Raised by creatures called Shades, and accepted into a mysterious school full of creatures and elementals, how will the young man now known as Harry Lommer handle the secrets that surround him, and a family that may or may not accept who he is once they find him again.

WARNINGS- Future slash (Harry/OMC, probably more obviously), future violence, might be a rating change once they get older, lots of cursing in the future, trust me, and a lot of shenanigans.

A/N- I apologize for the shit summery.

Prologue

Squib...it was a very horrible word to one Lily Potter, formally Evans, as she looked up at the healer from her position sitting on the cot at the Hogwarts infirmary. In her slightly trembling arms she held a small baby with a tuft of dark hair, who looked about one, maybe a little older. This was her second born son, Harold James Potter, affectionately called Harry by both Lily and her loving husband, James. Speaking of James, the dark haired man had his head bowed, slightly, looking as shell shocked as her, holding their eldest, little auburn haired, hazel eyed Alexander Evan Potter, tightly in his arms. Miss Pomfrey laid a hand on her shoulder just minutes before and explained after an examination of Harry's magical core that her little boy was a Squib, and Lily still could accept it, it couldn't be true!

This horrible, horrible Halloween Night might just be getting worse and worse. Firstly, due to her and James' own mistake of allowing that rat, Peter, to babysit for the twins, the Dark Lord had breached their defenses and almost killed the boys. The Dark Lord...You-Know-Who, or as Lily preferred to call him, Voldemort. Only a fool feared a name to her opinion. Voldemort had been terrorizing the Wizarding community for years now, and when Lily had first gotten pregnant she didn't want to bring a child, or in her case children, in such a violent world. Things took a turn for the worse when their good friend, and former Headmaster, Albus Dumbledore, has explained to them the prophecy. That thrice cursed prophecy! It was the reason all of this happened. Both their children were born at the end of the July, thus fitting the criteria for this mysterious prophecy, and making the entire family of four a walking target for the Deatheaters. So, while both parents were attending a Halloween Party at their good friend Sirius', and their children were attacked and nearly killed...and worst of all Alexander was in for a life of danger, being the newly dubbed defeater of Voldemort, and Harry, her baby Harry, was reduced form a Wizard to a Squib. This was honestly the worst day of this young family's life.

Albus frowned mournfully, taking a seat next to his former pupils, placing a comforting hand on young Lily's shoulder as she rocked the sleeping Harry. Twinkleless blue eyes drifted towards Alexander...poor child had a hug destiny thrust upon him, and honestly, not a very happy one...and then there was poor, poor Harry. It would be very unsafe for Harry to remain in the Wizarding world, since, even though Voldemort was gone, his followers were most likely still out for blood. Harry would become a very obvious weak spot. Now, Albus was a chess player, he was a strategist, though his more eccentric behavior might distract from that fact, and the innocent child being held in Lily Potter's arms was not only a danger to himself, but to his family if he remained. This was one of those moments were his feelings about the Potters was making his decisions conflicted...Harry was like one of his Grandsons, and young Lily and James akin to his own children. He knew how much this would hurt the family...but it would also provide not only Harry, but the whole family some more protection.

"James, Lily...You both know I care for the twins as if there were my own grandchildren...but with young Harry being a Squib…"

And with that Lily Potter finally burst into tears.

Albus cradled the small child in his arms, looking down into curious green eyes, and smiled sadly as chubby fingers tugged at his the silvery hairs of his beard after breaking free of the powder blue baby blanket he was swaddled in.

"Little Harry...I am sorry that this has to be this way...but it's for the greater good," Oh, how did the phrase of his taste bad on his tongue now as he untangled the fingers, and set the squirming infant in the stoop of the steps, placing a seal parchment letter beside him. He took out his wand and waved his wand over the child, casting a warming charm to guard against the early November chill.

"Good luck Harry Potter," Were the last words said as the old man disappeared with nothing but a small pop, leaving the youngest Potter far from home, and on the stoop of the Dursleys.

It only took a few mere minutes that quiet whispers began filling the shadows of the night, but the youngest Potter just looked around curiously. He was confused as to where Grandpa Albus went and why his parents were sad, and why his brother wasn't with him. He wondered why he wasn't safe at home, where it was familiar and not cold and hard like this stoop. Though...there was one familiarity...the whispers that filled the void of the darkness, and the softly glowing yellow eyes staring down at him.

Harry giggled, and reached chubby fingers up into the air at the silhouette towering over him. Though, even with the bone white mask covering it's face, little Harry could somehow tell it was smiling, and he smiled back. The figure was familiar, comforting, and had been with him for as long as his little 15 month old mind could remember. It always stood off to the side, and entertained him with little tricks, and shadow puppet across the walls. This was his special friend, the one that only he could see.

The creature of darkness bent down, and picked up infant, rocking him gently in it's smoky arms. It's face turned up towards the house...the child could not be allowed to be raised here. The residents would ruin him, hurt him. The woman would use the boy as a stand in for her sister, taking out years of built of envy and anger upon him. The man, he would see the boy as an anomaly in his otherwise em'perfect'/em life and blame him for the woes in his life. And the couple's child would most likely follow in his parents footsteps...a rather sad fate. So, the shadow did the only thing it thought would be right, and disappeared, infant in hand, into the night, and precariously placed letter fell into a near by bush to eventually become dirt, it's contents never read.