Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, no matter how much I want to own him and the beautiful witches that he has in his great tale of adventure, grief, anger, and occasionally romance.

Savior's Independence

Prologue: The Savior's Savior

A ten year old boy sat in the front yard of his home. Or what could be called his home, as he wasn't exactly a loved member of the family. He wore hand-me-down clothes that came from his Aunt and Uncle. They were very large due to the fact that they used to be his cousin Dudley's.

The boy looked away from his relative's house with feelings of anger and sadness. He knew that he was different, yes. He knew that he was a more intelligent and stronger than others his age, and he knew why. He just didn't know how.

The boy, Harry Potter, knew that he was a wizard, and that was the only thing that kept him alive sometimes. His magic helped him survive and grow without the normal occurrences that come from abuse and malnutrition. He loved his magic and tried to use it, but it was particularly hard to do. The magic was slowly coming under his control, and they were becoming one.

'Maybe this is the reason they hate me and I do not know my parents,' Harry thought bitterly. He faced the sidewalk and other houses, sitting on a swing. He watched as small kids yelled excitedly as they played with their families. Harry watched as guys walked in groups laughing and girls walked in groups giggling, with the occasional couple walking and holding hands.

Some of the girls walking by looked at him appreciatively. Others looked in half-appreciation, half-disgust at his clothes. Harry knew he looked good and he had had girlfriends before, but most had stayed away after the rumors made by Dudley. The girls still threw him glances, though.

Harry sighed in frustration and looked into a clear puddle at his feet. He had a strong face, with defined lines. He had a wolfish smile that made girls drop at his feet, and a sort of a barking laugh to go with it. He was tall and well-muscled. His emerald eyes were deep and emotion-filled. Harry had long, shoulder-length hair that shone in the light, straight and soft.

One couple, a short girl with long, blonde hair and a medium height boy, stopped and whispered for a second before they started to walk towards Harry. He watched them, an emotionless expression on his face. He did not particularly care what they wanted, nor did he want to know, but he stayed where he was. They did not look familiar, but he didn't pay attention to his school-mates.

They stopped before him and the girl looked nervous, while the boy looked slightly scared, but resolute. He smiled wolfishly at them. The guy smiled nervously and the girl smiled shyly, while she blushed. "Well?" Harry asked.

The guy swallowed. "We just wanted to know… Well… Your cousin told us something about you and we wanted to know if it was true," he replied, scuffing his foot on the ground and looking at a spot above Harry's shoulder.

Harry sighed and sat back into the back of the swing. "So, what did he say? Am I a notorious cat-burglar again, or a serial-killer that has killed hundreds?"

The couple seemed taken aback. "W-what do you mean?" the girl spoke up, her voice confident, despite her earlier blushing.

"Dudley always finds some rumor to make up about me, so that people will stay away from me. He made my last girlfriend break up with me a month ago because of a rumor about me having slept with a lot of people," Harry said.

The couple looked at him. "Was this rumor true?" asked the guy.

Harry sighed. "Yes, it was, but that was before I went out with her. She was just mad that I wasn't her first."

"Oh," the girl said with a blush and a far-away look.

"Well, he said you were a criminal that did a lot of crimes," the guy said.

"Well, that is just another lie," Harry said. "I have done no crimes."

There was a change about them. A blue light. It seemed to cover them. It looked like his magic.

"We know what you are," said the boy. "We're here to save you from the muggles."

"Muggles?" Harry asked. The two looked at each other for a long moment before turning back to Harry.

"We have much to teach you," said the woman.

Harry looked closely at the two people. "I noticed that you have an aura about you. I guessed that you were magical," he said.

They looked at each other for a long moment. "Mage Sight," the boy breathed. The girl just looked awed.

After a moment, they snapped out of their amazement and introduced their selves. "I'm Rabastin Lestrange," the boy said, "and she is Narcissa Black."

They shook hands and disappeared.