A.N: So...It's been awhile. For anyone wondering why I haven't posted in ages it's simply down to lack of time and passion. My grandmother only passed away the other day so maybe me writing again is only an escape thing? I don't know. Anyway for those wondering about Hamlet Sherrinford Sherlock Holmes, I'm not quite willing to say it's up for adoption, so much as I've lost interest in the show which is making it hard for me to write for it. This story is going to a collection of oneshots, so if you have any ideas hit me up via PM's or reviews and let me know.

Prologue

Lily Potter was well regarded as a genius among wizarding Britain, well not among the purebloods but Lily didn't care what those backwards inbred idiots thought of her. The fact that her son survived the unsurvivable was proof of that. People might choose to believe that her son did it all on her own when it was in fact…

"Wards?" James Potter frowned at his wife. "Not to sound condescending Lily flower but you're not exactly a ward master. What makes you think that this would work?"

"Nobody has ever survived the spell right?" she questioned in response.

"Not that anyone knows of…" his voice trailed off.

"Then we don't try to save his life with the runes." Lily stated like it was obvious.

"…Nope. You've lost me," James stated as he shook his head.

"It's simple. All we do is arrange the runes in a transportation spell, asking for Harry to be taken to somewhere he'll be same and taken care of."

"Lily do you realise how vague that is?" James said struggling to keep calm. "Or how much power that spell would take? It seems unreliable at best."

Lily just rolled her eyes at him. "I've already thought about that. The power from one of the unforgivables will help kickstart the wards but it needs more than that. A second spell might help but…" her voice broke for a second. "It would require a blood sacrifice."

That's when James lost it. "No, no way are we doing dark magic."

"But-"

"No Lily. Dark spells twist a person in horrible ways."

"It won't though!"

"Yeah? And what makes you think that?"

"Because the blood sacrifice means the life of the caster!"

Silence. The two stared at each other from over the table they were sitting at in the kitchen.

"It…" Lily broke the silence. "It's a last resort, should something happen. We might never need to use it but if You-Know-Who attacks, of us can fend him off, the other one will rush Harry to his cot and defend him until we're killed. Harry should live to see another day."

James frowned and furrowed his brow as his wife spoke, eventually sighing. "When can you start?"

The wards were finished two days later, just in time for October 31st, 1981.

"Remember Harry, Mummy loves you. Mummy loves you-"

"No, please not Harry, anything but Harry-"

"Avada Kadavra!"

A flash of green, and a sudden silence. The tall, dark robed man turned around and "Goodbye Harry Potter."

As the soul of the most feared man in existence screamed, Harry Potter disappeared into thin air.