Disclaimer: I do not own the rights to Harry Potter. That is solely with J.K Rowling. Thank you Ms. Rowling for this beautiful universe that we all dream about.

Warnings: There is some cursing/foul language. There will be slash or male/male. This will not be graphic so it should not be disturbing to any readers. I will add warnings as I see fit.

Chapter 1: And so...

My breathing came in and out shallowly. My uncle had made sure to express his distaste with me today; I had failed to get the required amount of work done. Once again I was locked up in my cousin's room and my daily gruel thrust through the cat flap.

Sighing I sat upon my bed and carefully ate the food that was provided for me. There was only so much that porridge could do to fill ones stomach; instead of gulping down the food I learned early on to eat slowly. This method helped me to train my stomach to function on the little food provided to me. As the bland food hit my tongue, I let my mind wander to keep the taste from bothering me. I focused in upon old wall paper in front of me; as my cousin's second bedroom this room was established with the desire to satisfy a young boy. The shelving was all installed to be at the height of a four foot tall person; to short for my five foot five stature. But the shelving could never have been of use to me seeing as my cousin's discarded toys littered every inch of surface on them. The closet is untouchable; I made the mistake when I first arrived of opening those doors. I spent the rest of the day carefully piling in the toys, clothes, and odd knick knacks that filled the space. The dresser next to the bed is a baby blue color with little airplanes as knobs to the drawers. The bed frame is of the same baby blue colored wood that the dresser is made of; fortunately though, it was designed to function for an older child as well as a younger one. The sheets of the bed are faded, but they once were of little fighter planes. This was my cousins 'escape bedroom'; whenever he wished to go away my aunt would take him here. Aunt Petunia explained that this room was the gateway to wherever he wanted to go; it helped that it is themed with airplanes.

But now this room is my escape. More specifically the wall paper has become my escape. Though all of the furnishings were of that babyish quality and very unsophisticated, my aunt went all out on the wall paper. Instead of a repetitive pattern like what most wallpaper is, this paper is more like a painting on a canvas. The fashioning though is to be like the quality of old paper, its all a faded yellow. But the pictures have this intricate, yet unfinished, look to them. The clouds feel massive and strong, the airplanes look to actually be moving. The scene is supposed to be a battle between the planes and it truly does look to be so. When I eat my disgusting porridge I always look to the wall paper and imagine that I am in one of those planes. It did not matter to me that they were in a battle, I just wanted to feel the air on my face.

After careful rationing of my food I gingerly set the bowl outside of the cat flap. This routine was so well established that I could probably do this even with the loss of my sight; hopefully it will never come to that. Once again I sat upon my bed except this time I grabbed my scrapbook album. Like every other month I once again felt the need to look upon my family.

My mother is Lily Potter and my father is James Potter. My mother came from the house of Evans. The Evan line is known as an Elvish line; though my aunt broke that record. She was the first to be born that possessed none of the qualities of their line. It was devastating to the family to learn of this, but it was more devastating to Petunia. None of the other houses wished to associate with her and it thus forced her into the muggle world. The muggle world is of course the humans that have no ties to any of the families or houses. However, Petunia is not the only person born of a house that possessed none of the house's qualities. Sometimes these people occur within families and, sort-of, are thrust into the muggle world. When they have children it sometimes occurs that that child possess the traits of their parent's house. These children are then snatched by that parent's house and rarely see their muggle parents again. I know Petunia was afraid that this might happen to her son Dudley. Fortunately for her this was not to be the case. But I have wandered from talking of my mother.

Petunia was not the only first of the Evans line. My mother did posses the qualities of the Evans line. She showed an affinity to a natural element; for her it is earth. My mother has a wonderful green thumb and the gardens at our home were always lush and well cared for. Lily, however, did not inherit long life that has always graced the elven houses. In fact, my mother is the first elf born to live a mortal life. That in itself is not the damning part. Most houses actually only posses the ability for mortal life; very few houses produce immortal beings. I like to think of it as the balancing act for us, an implement set to keep the world from being overpopulated by immortal beings. Though we 'special beings', a term my aunt adopted for the houses, populate at most twenty percent of the population. The problem with my mother's mortality comes into play because of who she married.

My father comes from the house of Potter. The Potter line is well known amongst the houses and is unique in itself. The Potter's have a rather dark ability; dark in my opinion at least. When I was still with my parents I had told my father that I thought his gift was dark. He was so angry that he spanked me five times really hard with no cloth between my behind and his hand. Potter's generally have a telekinetic ability; for my father it manifested into something scary. If my father focuses enough, he could sharpen his mind's ability into 'knives' that can slice up anything. He demonstrated this to me when I was about five by cutting down and old oak that my mother said was passed its prime. The tree was chopped into mulch chips in about ten minutes or less. Though, my father's ability was not the problem; the problem was that my dad is immortal.

The common muggle perception of immortality is that it would be awesome. There would be no fear of death. To those with immortality it is a fear of long life and to some, a curse.

Some families practice arranged marriages, usually those families are those who are immortal. There is more thought and care put into finding the right spouse for their immortal children and they always marry immortals with other immortals.

Now muggles would immediately start objecting to this saying that these houses are limiting love to such barbaric standards. Trust me, it is not as barbaric as it may sound. There is no such thing as divorce amongst us, when you marry it is meant for life. If a spouse dies, god forbid that that should happen, the surviving spouse is meant to live on as if they were still married. My father is expected to live on for his immortal life long after my mother passes away by himself. This fear was what everyone was trying to avoid.

My parents were married when they were in there early twenties. There was no solid confirmation that the two were immortal, only their families prestige and the slowing of their aging. Thus the Evans line agreed to bond with the Potter line. Everyone was so happy and joyous that my parents soon had me. I was born only two years after they were married. But when my father finally stopped aging, my mother continued.

I was seven when the alarms were raised. My mother was immediately rushed to one of the families in the Gryffindor area that specialized in prognosis was not just bad, it was terrifying. My mother was still aging, but the healer, Poppy Pomfrey if I am correct, said that my mother was ill. My father immediately demanded Madame Pomfrey heal my mother.

I still remember Madame Pomfrey's face. The lines that lined her forehead and mouth relaxed slightly and then tensed rather suddenly. Her eyes softened and hardened accordingly with her face's lines. The corner of her mouth turned slightly down on the left side of her face. But it was her hands that I remember; they sought out my fathers hands and held them firmly as she delivered the last bit of news.

"Mr. Potter, your wife's illness stems from her families abilities. It is something that is slowly eating away at her bodies energy. The only thing that I can tell you is that her body will slowly wear itself out. The more she uses her ability the faster her death will approach. If you can stop her from using her gift, she may live for another dozen years. But if she continues, I highly doubt that she will live to see your son graduate. I am truly sorry, believe me if I could do something I would. I really would Mr. Potter."

Despite how harsh some of her words were, she only delivered them to scare my dad into saving my mom. And trust me they worked. They worked really, really well.

When my dad's family learned of my mother's prognosis they went to war with the Evans line. There were many verbal fights and there was even a fight between my mothers cousin and my fathers uncle. It was explosive and almost cost the life of an innocent muggle. At that point the authorities of the Gryffindor area had to step in.

We live in England; the area of England is divided into four governed areas. There is the Gryffindor area where my family lives. It is governed by Albus Dumbledore. Then there is the Slytherin area which is governed by Gellert Grindelwald. There is a lot of history between the Slytherin territory and the Gryffindor territory. The most interesting history happens to reside between Grindelwald and Dumbledore.

It is rumored that at one point the two, Gellert and Albus, were lovers. There is much speculation as to what went wrong but I have a feeling that there was some lying on the part of Albus. Albus is actually a firm friend of the Potters. When I was around five or six he came over to the family's winter holiday party. Dumbledore is a tall man with a long white beard and almost equally long white hair. His face shows all the signs of laugh lines and his eyes have the bags that any old man has. But Dumbledore's eyes do not share the same age that his appearance does. I know for a fact that Gellert is not immortal but I think that Dumbledore is. Especially with his friend named Fawkes. Fawkes' family has the regenerative abilities that the fabled Phoenix has. And Fawkes has been with Albus since they were young boys together.

My theory, I am so bored that I have little else to contemplate, is that Gellert realized that Albus was not mortal and ended the relationship before he could be hurt. But I have a feeling that Albus will follow Gellert even to death. I just saw something in that man's eye that told me he was going to fight for his love. But what do I know.

I really have no room to even speculate about others. I am a reject of my own before I speak about myself let me explain my world a bit better.

Besides the Gryffindor and Slytherin areas there are also the Hufflepuff and the Ravenclaw areas. The Hufflepuff area is run by Helga Hufflepuff and the Ravenclaw area is run by Rowena Ravenclaw alongside her daughter Helena Ravenclaw. Both of these areas are relatively new. They are only at most a couple hundred years old. The areas are named after their founding houses and have been governed by those families. I know very little of those areas, but what I have heard is that they are well governed and cared for.

But regarding my family, Albus was needed to step in. He forced the heads of my families to meet along with my parents. It was a rather tense meeting if my mind recalls this correctly. The head of the Evans line is Julia Evans and she is rather hot headed. It definitely fits her fire element. The Potter line is actually co-headed by Will and Harold Potter. Will was the more energetic of the two in that meeting. Will kept demanding some sort of payment for the damage that was to occur to my father for when my mother died and Julia kept denying that it was the Evans' fault. I was crying in the corner as everyone began to shout.

It took a well placed freeze on Albus' part before anything productive could actually happen. I am not entirely sure of what Albus is able to do but I do know that he can stop the bodies movement. It stopped Julia from throwing flames at Will.

My parents decided that nothing would be done; they finalized their pre-planned plans instead. My mom really wanted to travel and my parents then announced that we, my parents and I, were going to travel the world. Before anymore objections could arise Albus dismissed everyone 'nicely'.

It was supposed to be the best years of my life. But normalcy was never supposed to be part of my family. Before we were to leave my own abilities reared their heads. I have a slight green thumb, plants tend to do well under my care but that is about all that I got regarding my mother's side of the family. My father's side is another story entirely. I am not able to do anything as extreme as my father, but if I focus hard enough I am able to erect a shield. But doing this is very taxing for me; I am still trying to build stamina to raise a shield. Right now I can only maintain a shield for about two minutes. But the real problem is with what I can not control.

Somehow I inherited Gorgon like traits from my father's side. No one knows how or where the trait came from, but it is in me. I do not have snakes for hair, but I am told that when it happens, my eyes become yellow with the pupils like that of a snake. The horror came when my parrot became stone. I screamed when this happened and my father came rushing in. Once he took in the scene he immediately locked the door.

My mom was banging on it demanding entrance while my father gazed at me with slight horror. My fate was sealed that day. Despite my lack of control my mother pleaded to take me with them. She said that we would be careful, no mortals would be hurt if my father kept a watchful eye on me. (The saving grace to my curse is that immortals are not effected by my 'gift'. But they are still freaked out by the eyes and the knowledge that I can kill almost anyone just by accident.)

So for my mother a reluctant heart and for my father with a lighter heart, I was dropped off at the Dursleys. The reasoning behind this was so that no family, Evans or Potter, could really have claim over me. The Dursleys were given explicit instructions to never look me in the eye and to just generally avoid contact with me.

When they heard of the danger that I was they were horrified. They tried to send me away to an immortal family but my mother begged Petunia. Petunia reluctantly agreed to it for my mother's sake; despite Petunia's semi-exile she still loved my mother.

For a little over nine years now I have been locked away. Forced to teach myself because I could not attend school and to try and refine my abilities. I am proud now to say that I am able to sense when my Gorgon episodes are about to happen. But the Dursleys do not care for my accomplishments.

I looked at the picture of my family. My mother has her fierce red hair plaited with an emerald green ribbon woven to secure it. The emerald ribbon matches her eyes almost exactly, but my mother's eyes hold something more light and brilliant than any material object could ever hope to replicate. Her arms are wrapped around a four year old me. My green eyes look dull compared to hers. The red in my black hair looks faded and muted compared to the red of her hair. My father has his arms around my mother. His smile is big and his hazel eyes are flashing in the sunlight, or maybe that is his glasses. Not to sure. I wish I had not inherited the need for glasses from him, but it is workable I guess. I am glad though that my hair is much more calm than my father's. His hair is wild and messy whereas my own hair is more wavy and just a little frizzy.

I moved on quickly in the album, flipping a little more aggressively to distance myself from my own disappointment. I saw the smiling faces of my fathers friends. Sirius Black and Remus Lupin. Not wishing to dwell on them as well I flipped to the last page. The last page of my scrapbook holds the recent letter from parents.

There have been whispers of unrest in the Slytherin territory. There has been a man named Voldemort who has been causing disturbances. Some people have turned up dead and some claim that this Voldemort is gaining followers.

Rumor has it that this man has been seeking to gain power over all the families. His goal: immortality. And it seems he is going to get it either through an immortal life or the deeds that he is going to leave behind.

My parents are worried that this is going to reach the other territories soon and are coming back. Honestly I do not care the reason.

I just want to feel the air again.

End of Chapter 1

A/N: This plot has been coursing through my head for a few months now. I really hope that people enjoy the idea. I am planning to finish this story. I actually have a plan and can't wait to put the next installment in. I sincerely hope that you will review. I hope that people want to read this, it is really discouraging to find that no one cares. If there is not enough support for this story, it might slip like some of my other stories. Tell me what to fix and I will try to do it! Thank you for reading!

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