Summery: On Halloween 1981 James and Lily Potter where found dead. Harry, their son lived. All over the world people's spirits raised at the thought of The Boy Who Lived. Two years later Harry Potter is lost but Harold Black the Black Prince Of Night is born.
Twelve years later the Dursley's are found dead crushed in a cupboard under the stairs. There was no sign that another boy once lived there, but to those who knew one did .. Harry Potter.

A/N: This is my first story on fanfic and the idea came to me while bored and so I thought I'd give it a shot. I never really thought that I'd write a fanfic tbh because it wasn't my thing but lets hope for the best:-)!
Also I do not own anything all rights go to JK.

Flashbacks will be in italics, just to help set the background.

Harry Potter Lost but not found.
Two years since 1981

It was a normal day thus far, the little trincklets from within Dumbledores office wizzed round noislessly, making small puffs of a heart beat letting him know that Harry Potter was safe. It was such a tradgic night Halloween '81. He recalled the raids he sent his Order out to stop. All over the country muggle and magic communities alike were tortured and killed ending when the villages went up in a fire of flame and smoke. Sighing softly Dumbledore remembered all to clearly what happened that night, two years ago ...

The MOM were fantic alarm bells going off signelling that communities were in grave danger.
Meanwhile Albus and his Order sat within his office selecting eachother for the missions to go out and help villagers stop the rain of terror the Dark Lord - He Who Must Not Be Named, Death Eaters were causing. Little did they know that tonight was just a distraction, to get everyone away from the real project. The Potters residence. But when he got there, it was too late.
James and Lily Potter were dead. Racked with guilt and grief he got ready to disapparate when a low cry sounded from the fallen ceiling. 'Harry' banishing the fallen off of little Harry's crib he saw the lightening bolt shaped scar that was drawn from near the hair line going from the middle of his forhead across his left eye and dioganaly through his lips to the right side of his chin.

Oh the poor boy, a scar like that was hard to hide he had tried everything for young Harry but nothing had worked. A knock to the door pulled Dumbledore out of musing 'Enter Severus' A tall thin sulky man drapped into the room, covered head to toe in black. His appearance causing it to look cold. 'Albus I bring grave news, the Dark Lord has issused raids all over England and Wales. I am afraid that his most loyal are to have a group each and take them to learn.'
Eyes dimmed of any twinkle a sigh excaping the wrinkled mouth 'We need to act fast, I'll gather the old crowd and meet me here in 20 minutes' 'Yes Albus, I'll go straight away'
Billowing out of the Headmasters office Severus Snapes thoughts turned to the night two years ago. He had been the Posions Professer at Hogwarts since the day he left school as a spy for the Dark Lord.

His cause was a good one, muggles were cruel to what they didn't understand. Muggleborn students came from all different backgrounds, non of their parents understand about magic untill their child is eleven. Some children were abused, mentaly and phyisicaly and all because their parents didn't understand, the Dark Lord understood this and wanted to take the muggleborn children away before that happened but parents that didn't understand didn't want to know and thus the terror of the Dark Lord broke out the First War but then after awhile his motivations became blood and gore. He lost his way. And Severus Snape became a double agent. Dumbledore's man he was, living a life of lies.

But that night two years ago broke his greying heart to a black mess. Lily Evans. The most beautiful, caring girl whom became an amazing woman. Dead. Killed by the terror region he worked for. It broke him, making him stronger yes but he was a wall. A wall that stood strong for years on end but watching what the world had become had this wall crumbling from within.

Coming to a stop inside of his quarters Severus didn't know what to think, that night two years ago raids all over the country were made to hide the fact that The Potter residence was a top set for their Lord, and Severus couldn't help but think that this was exacaly the same.
Order members floo'd into Dumbledore's office quietly and quickly wondering what was happening. Albus looked around at the people that sorely trusted him, and it gave him hope.
'Now we have been given evidence that Lord Voldermort is planning attacks tonight all over England and Wales.' Shocked faces met this statment. Voldermort had been quiet for two years now and to have this attack thrus upon them well yeah this was a shock. 'B-b-b-but Albus why now, I mean after so long?' Arther Weasley choked out, his wife was at home looking after Ron and GInny as they were the youngest. But now he was thinking that Hogwarts would be safer to house his seven children family. 'I think' Albus began 'that we had lay ourselfs out around Diagon Alley and Hogsmeade making it look as though meeting up for drinks and such untill we get wind of attacks.'

Sirus Black was seething, last time they waited to get wind on attacks Prongs and Lily were attacked and found dead. Looking up to the sky he silently prayed 'Oh Prongs, forgive me please had I known that Re- Rem - that that traitor was who we thought not. Oh Prongs I'm sorry please please forgive me. Harry my pup, I couldn't do anthing and by the time I knew it was too late. But I swear to you that I will protect him, trust and follow him no matter what. It is my duty as his Dogfather to protect him.' Tears streaming down his face he cried out 'I WILL PROTECT HIM PRONGS!'

Lord Voldermort sat in his throne high and mighty, paper sickly coloured skin shone an unearthly glow as the door to the room opened, Voldermort watched as his army of Purebloods trailed in and bowed low. All were here except Snape, a small smirk crept across the face of Voldermort. He had given Severus a false lead to take back to Dumbledore but he could not risk telling Severus of his true entetions incase of a slip of the tongue. 'Welcome, my friendss. Tonight we're going to resort thossse who have been taken from uss, tonight we break Azkaban!'
He remembered what happened two years ago, how he was falsely lead into a trap.

Voldermort himself was taking this task. Walking briskly towards the end of the village, ignoring the rile muggles and blood traiters that lived among them, as though saving himself. Which he was. As his eyes lay upon the place the home should sit, there, it came into view, the charm broken. Seeing the woman stand with the child, caused a heart stopping smile of sorts to form onto his face. Easy. It would be to easy. Blasting the door out of his way he heard the mudblood scream, and her husband oh what a lowly man he was pureblood ruining the blood of his ancestors and for what? Love. Fools they were nobody needed love it was a weakness. The man, James were his name? What did it matter. Shouting to his wife 'Run, I'll hold him off please Lily just be safe'.
Just a flick of the wirst with the hand that held my wand and he moved no more. Dead. Walking briskly up the stairs he followed the scent of sweat and fear to the room at the end. There, that was were she hid. But then what else should he expect from a filthy mudblood? Unlocking the door he basked in the fear and terror he caused her. She stood infront of the crib arms spread wide is if though protecting him. I laughed. ' Avada Kevada!' The green light alumanated the room but next thing I knew I had been knocked down by an animal. Cursing and screaming I aimed my wand for the ceiling 'Reducto.' The ceiling fell. And with it I disapparated.

Two years. Two years I waited binding my time untill this day. Tonight I attack Harry Potter and the Prophocy shall be fulfilled.

Walking through the street of Privet Drive a lone figure was never seen, heard or felt. Magical signurature hidden Voldermort approached number 4 and a very unlike Dark Lord thing to do he smashed the window before unlocking the front door. Stepping into the house he felt a large magical pulse come from down the hall. Walking towards a closed door at the end he felt the pulse come from within a cupboard under the stairs. Opening the door with ease Voldermort looked inside to find a small child cowering into the corner, mumbling softly. 'M'sowwy. No, no my faul' freeak.' Rage swamped him, scooping the child up he smirk as the child curled into him. And with that they were gone.

A/N: Hello everyone:-)
So what do you think? As it's my first story I'm abit uneasy about it but would love to know what use think. And also if I should keep this going or not? Also I have a rough idea about where it's going but if you have any ideas I'd be welcome to them.
Thanks and please review.