A/N: Well, here it is, the first chapter of the rewrite. I hope that everyone who patiently waited finds it satisfying and any new people find it engaging.
A crisp cold breeze blew through the trees that grew in an ordinary and frankly bland looking neighborhood. The stars were shining brightly in the heavens above with the moon their only companion. There was nothing about that starry night that suggested that anything out of the ordinary was occurring. And yet, these strange events were happening regardless.
A slight ripping sound was the only sign that a rip in the space time continuum had been opened. The portal shined with a subdued light that dimmed further when a shadow appeared. The shadow stepped out of the light and revealed a strange looking creature. He possessed a glowing golden color with massive bat like wings stretching from his back. His face was vampire like with sharp looking fangs and his feet were hooves that tread softly in the grass.
His name was Lothraxion and he was on a mission.
Lothraxion served an organization known as the Army of the Light, a group dedicated to fighting darkness and terror throughout the universe. Lothraxion himself had once served one of these groups, an army of demons known as the Burning Legion. He had eventually turned against the Legion and he worked to fight them ever since, which was why he was here. He was on a scouting mission for the Army, scouting out newly discovered worlds to make sure the Legion wasn't working to invade the world in question and defend it if necessary.
Lothraxion closed the portal and began walking around, casting spells in order to investigate his surroundings while staying invisible to any potential onlookers. As he prepared to take flight he heard a rumbling sound. It sounded like the gears of the Xenedar at work but much more primitive. He looked up and saw a motorcycle flying through the air. Lothraxion had seen motorcycles before but none of them flew. He sensed magic at work here.
Curious, he followed the motorcycle's path only to see it land in front of two humans. The driver, a giant looking human, got out holding a bundle. His newfound companions greeted him. One of them was an old, wizened man wearing red robes and possessing golden glasses and a long white beard. The other was an old woman with a pointed hat and wearing green robes. The three were engaged in conversation and Lothraxion cast a spell in order to hear them.
He heard them discussing someone that had a scar that was apparently unusual and saying goodbye to someone. After the old man placed the bundle down on the doorstep and placing a piece of parchment inside the bundle the giant man got on his motorcycle and flew off in it. The old woman left next, walking away some distance before twisting and disappearing with a 'pop'!
The old man whispered "Good luck, Harry Potter." before using a strange device to turn all the street lights back on before disappearing with a 'pop'! of his own.
'What in the Light's name was that all about?' Lothraxion thought as he walked over to the bundle. Soon he had his answer.
"A baby?" he exclaimed aloud to himself. And indeed there was a baby boy asleep in the basket in a bundle of blankets, his hand clutching a letter. 'Who leaves a baby out in the cold like this.' The cold itself didn't bother him but he knew that babies were sensitive to such things. And there was something...strange going on, an unusual feeling that he found in the aura of the baby.
Lothraxion gently took the baby in his hands and took out the letter. Having versed himself in human languages during his scouting mission, he read the letter in one hand while holding the baby in the other.
'Still doesn't explain why they left him here.' he thought when he finished. Lothraxion then shifted into a human form, a broad shouldered man, and knocked on the door. He waited a few minutes while he heard the sound of someone stomping down the stairs before the door opened to reveal a very fat walrus like man and a horse faced looking woman.
"What do you want at this ho...ur?" he yelled at first but stopped to a normal tone when his shouting woke up baby Harry who he looked at in shock.
"If we could take this inside Mr. Dursley?" Lothraxion suggested. They wordlessly let him in and sat down in a couch while Lothraxion took the chair.
"To explain why I'm here, this baby is your nephew, Harry Potter. His parents have been killed and we have decided that, as his only living family, that it is best that you raise him. This letter can explain more." he explained before handing the letter over to the Dursleys who read it silently. The man seemed to grow redder and redder while the woman just kept casting baleful looks at Harry. Lothraxion had a bad feeling about this. When they were finished they faced him with an angry look in their eyes.
"And are you, one of them?" the woman asked.
"One of what?" Lothraxion asked.
"You know, one of them, the wizards." the woman pressed.
"Well, yes I am. Is that a problem?" Lothraxion stated, wanting to see where this was going.
The Dursleys glanced at each other and turned back to him.
"We don't want him." The woman stated bluntly.
"Why ever not? If it's just a money issue I'm sure we can..."
"It's not about money. We do not want him or any other of your freak kind interacting with us normal folk." The man exclaimed.
"Yes, I had enough of freaks with my sister and her husband. If they got blown up then I say good riddance."
"So you truly feel nothing for your family's loss?" Lothraxion asked, shocked. At first the woman seemed to react to that, but any regret vanished so fast Lothraxion wasn't sure it was ever there.
"No, and we don't want him, right Vernon?"
"Right Petunia." The man agreed.
"Well then, I'll take my leave with Harry then. We'll find someone else to raise him." Lothraxion said gruffly. He stood up and departed the house, but not before turning and said: "For the record, I'm pleased he won't be here raised by you bigots." Lothraxion left them speechless.
When he returned to where his portal had opened invisible and in his natural form once again, Lothraxion examined the baby and his aura. The strange feeling remained and Lothraxion was able to pinpoint it to the scar. He used his magic to examine the scar for a few minutes before reeling back in horror.
'Who would be so vile as to split their soul and put the fragment in a baby of all things?' he thought horrified.
Lothraxion wasn't sure what to do. He couldn't leave the baby with the Dursleys nor was he in a mood to give him back to the wizards that pretty much abandoned him here. He especially couldn't leave him with the soul fragment inside.
'At this point, raising him myself once we got this fragment out would be the best idea.' Lothraxion thought.
As he soothed the whining baby, Lothraxion couldn't help but wonder if Xe'ra, the leader of the Army of the Light, would help him. Making his choice, he created another portal and stepped through it with Harry in tow.
Break
His destination was a massive ship seemingly carved from golden crystals that was sailing through the stars. Inside the ship golden hallways led to rooms and quarters and barracks that were all lined with golden, shimmering walls and floors. At the head of the ship was a massive room full of people of various species, from spider like aranasi to blue colored goat like draenai. Among them were a humanoid with spider features and a scarlet colored humanoid crocodile like being. Their names were Gyron, who was an Aranasi and Crotonar, who was an Aldrachi, respectively, and they served the Army of the Light.
Watching over all of them was a massive creature that looked like it was made of glowing floating golden crystals and runic symbols. She was a Naaru, a race of light beings dedicated to helping the universe and her name was Xe'ra. She was the leader of the Army of the Light.
A portal made of Light and Arcane magic opened up in the bridge and everyone looked as Lothraxion arrived holding, of all things, a baby.
"Lothraxion, you're back." Gyron exclaimed happily.
"What are you holding? Is that... a baby? Where did you find him? Why did you bring him here?"Crotonar questioned.
"I found him on Earth in the streets. The people to whom he was entrusted to don't want him, called him a freak." He turned to Xe'ra. "He has a soul fragment made of dark magic inside this curse scar. I couldn't think of anyone else who could help. Please, Xe'ra."
Xe'ra looked at Harry and examined him for a few minutes. She then turned to Lothraxion.
"I know a way to help him. Come forward Lothraxion."
He stepped forward and watched as Xe'ra shimmered and produced a bright trail of light down towards Harry's scar. Suddenly it arced up and hit the scar, going inside and seeking out the soul fragment. Amazingly Harry did not seem to be affected by this, as he had fallen back to sleep and stayed asleep even as the light beam lifted up holding onto a black mass that was slowly pulled out of the scar.
Once it was finished, it constricted its grip around the mass. A scream could be heard as a snake like face appeared on the mass, contorting with pain. Light spread across the mass, covering it and then, with a boom, it blew apart, the mass being shattered into nonexistence, the screams fading away into nothing.
"It is done. The child will be troubled no more." Xe'ra confirmed what everyone was hoping.
"Xe'ra, now what do we do?" Lothraxion asked. "The child is alone in the world. I have no desire to return him to the people who abandoned him to the cold. What should we do with him?"
Xe'ra was quiet for a few minutes, clearly thinking. She could feel the threads of destiny weave their way around the boy. Clearly he had a special destiny ahead for him.
"You say that his people abandoned him. There is no one to find him?" she asked carefully.
"Yes, they did." Lothraxion replied "I do not trust that they have his best interests at heart if they left him like this." he added nervously.
"Then it is simple. We shall be his people. We shall keep his best interests at heart. We shall raise him" The silence was palpable. It was clear just from looking at him however that Lothraxion was seriously considering it. However, there were others who were thinking about this as well.
"Xe'ra are you sure about this? The Xenedar is a warship meant to fight one of the universe's greatest threats. The boy will be in danger here." Crotonar pointed out.
"He's in danger in his own world. Someone clearly tried to kill him. It's the only way one could split their soul. We can do what his own people cannot or will not do: protect him." Lothraxion countered.
"We could move him to one of our safe worlds. Have someone raise him there." Gyron suggested. Lothraxion turned to look at a now awake Harry who looked back at him with the wide eyes of a baby. The Nathrezim extended one of his fingers to the boy who gripped onto it with his hands. He nodded to himself as he made a decision.
"No." Lothraxion stated. Everyone turned to look at him. He looked up. "No. This is the safest place for him to be. I will raise him here." Everyone looked at him in shock.
"Lothraxion old friend are you sure about this? We do need you to be out on the field." Crotonar pointed out.
"I can still command from here. And if I absolutely need to be there, someone can watch him here, where I know he can be safe. " Lothraxion said. "Xe'ra please. This boy is special, like me, I know it. This must be done."
Xe'ra looked at Lothraxion carefully. She could feel the threads of destiny weaving around the both of them. They were intertwined. Xe'ra shimmered as she realized what fate was trying to tell her.
"So be it. If you are sure Lothraxion?"
"Yes I am sure." Lothraxion replied.
"Then it shall be so." Xe'ra concluded.
"Well, congratulations are in order then, Lothraxion." Crotonar stated.
"If you need anything, just say it." Gyron declared with Crotonar nodding in agreement with her.
"Thank you. I might need it." Lothraxion laughed before looking down at Harry Potter, his new son.
I hope you enjoyed it. The next chapter will come out next week.