Chapter 1: The Entity

30th July, 2002
10:30 PM

Potter Manor,
Wales, Magical Great Britain

In a beautiful manor in the English countryside, James Potter stirred awake, lying down in his bed. He tossed and turned, racking his brain to find the cause of the countless of sleepless nights he had endured the past month. He had taken potions, gotten two full medical checkups with the healers, and had even asked Albus Dumbledore to cast a few magical disease detection charms. Everything had turned up negative or had not worked. For the sake of him, he could not find what was wrong. And yet, it was painfully clear that something was. He had heard how fathers and mothers were restless in a certain timeframe before their children were born, but this was far from like that.

Nevertheless, he ignored the obvious warnings. He blamed the had lost so many. Close friends, acquaintances. One of Lily's best friends, Marlene Mckinnon, had died just two months ago as she was nearing the final stages of her pregnancy. She and her husband, Howard, had both been assassinated by the Death Eaters, them having both been members of the Order of the Phoenix.

Yes, that was what it must be, he had told himself. The war had caused everybody to hold a lot of stress, and it must just be that taking its toll on him at his moment of vulnerability. He comforted himself with the knowledge that everything was safe.

The healers had told him that Lily was due to have his little Harry in the next few days. He couldn't wait. He turned around to his other side where he was able to see his precious Lily as she slept soundly. Her silky red hair seemed to be flowing even in the dead of night, and her figure was exquisite to his eyes, even as half closed as they were.

She had been getting more and more tired recently, probably due to Harry taking much of her energy. While in the muggle world the opposite was true, magical children drained their mothers of part of their magic everyday, and so her being more tired was perfectly reasonable.

It was ironic, he mused, that when she was sleeping more than ever before, he had gone four nights in a row without a single second of it. Perhaps, he thought, it was just a way for magic to create a balance, like it did for many things. He mused about the possibility and closed his eyes, once again ignoring whatever it was inside of him that was bothering him so. He diverted his clouded mind to other thoughts, hoping for peaceful sleep to take him.

Meanwhile, deep inside his body, an entity growled as it fought the bonds holding it in place. He had waited, trapped and weak inside the descendants of Acheron for thousands upon thousands of years now. With a renewed rage, he struggled to free himself from his vulnerable state. He had been hidden in the Peverell bloodline ever since entering Acheron. Yet, he had not anticipated the strong powers they held in their blood and their soul, which had prevented him from rising up and taking total control of this foolish mortal. Foolish indeed, all of them. Magic! Really, he laughed, oh they knew absolutely nothing. He despaired at the situation of the inhumans. What had they been turned into? A population of idiotic, convoluted, pointy hat wearing and wand waving fools!

It sighed, calming down. He would wait until the son was born, and then he would move into the small boy's body. Every descendant, the Peverell soul powers seemed to get weaker and weaker, yet never enough for him to break free. He resigned himself to simply waiting, there was little else he could do. Sooner or later, the bonds would reach a certain level that he could break!

No matter. Because in the end, it would be having the final laugh. It would be he standing over the bodies of his enemies and his betrayers descendants. Once he broke free, no foolish mortal would be able to stop him!

He was, Hive, the HYDRA God, the Hell Beast, the Immortal, the first Inhuman, both the One God and the Devil Satan of humans! He was Alveus, God of the inhumans!

A little under an hour and a half later, Hadrian James Potter, the Heir to the Most Ancient and Noble House of Potter, the Eighty-Fourth Earl of Wilmington, the One thousandth Sixty-Seventh Heir to the Eldritch Families of Gryffindor, Peverell, Slytherin, and Sharr, as well as many other minor noble titles and official positions opened his eyes for the first time.

Deep inside James Potter, the entity moved itself subtly through the man's bloodstream. When James was invited into the room where Lily was being kept with Harry, the man had picked Harry up in his arms. Oddly, he felt very groggy, as if he was only partially in control of his own movements. Almost without any emotions or reactions, he picked his newborn baby.

At that moment, the entity inside of him smirked and began to move through the man's veins. Manipulating the muscles and body tissue to hold onto the baby, he flew through their skin touching.

Nobody would ever have seen what had happened, but a collection of a few thousand parasites had jumped over to the newborn when they had touched, resting in its new host.

The entity smiled. He could feel such power in this one. He was still trapped by the bonds and the soul protections, but he could feel the power characteristics over the child. Interesting he thought, the Heir to four of the Great Thirteenth. The entity was shocked for just a few seconds, before he realized that neither of the boy's parents would know anything about that, the fools they were.

Well it was all for the better. After all, when he gathered enough power to overthrow the blocks holding him, he would take total control of the boy. It would be sweet revenge, he thought, when in the afterlife the original Eldritch inhumans realized that it was indeed he, the great Alveus, that had bested them in the end. What better way to get revenge than to take the descendant of four of the ones he hated the most, very fitting.

He gave out a cold, dark laugh as he settled down in the new body. He would win in the end, he told himself, even if it took him thousands more years.