Heir of Azkaban

by bluefox009

The night Harry was left on the Dursley's doorstep a powerful lord decides to take him as their heir. An alternate universe that involves how dementors are created, powerful and grey Harry and other strange magics.

1. Prologue- It All Changes

The Heir of Azkaban: Prologue- It All Changes

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of the characters you may recognize

A/N: This is the first chapter of my first fanfiction! I hope you all enjoy it and please read and review. Also, this is not beta checked as of now so if anyone wishes to do so feel free. This will definitely be alternate universe since it takes place at the beginning of the books. Now onto the story foks!

October 31 1981

On a island known to many in the Wizarding world as the secure and dreaded prizon, hidden in the Mist to all eyes the, a man sat upon a throne. He was cloaked in darkness by clothing that is normally associated with the Dementors and seemingly was staring at the shadows. What was known only to this man was what he saw within those shadows, though soon many would find out about the events folding before his eyes. Smirking at the events that were taking place he began his plans to take advantage of the things unfolding.

The guards surrounding the man began to feel the energy in the air and knew something that would change the world was about to happen. They were shifting nervously as they stole glances at their Lord, not wanting to draw his attention in fear of what happened. For those that looked into the eyes of their Lord were often drove insane by what they saw within the silvery depths. At the right hand of the Lord stood a woman of an age with the man who carried what appeared to be a stone slab with a silvery surface, but it was lighter than a piece of parchment and highly powerful. The man chose that moment to whisper to the woman who began to glide the special quill across the silvery surface, relaying the lords commands to immediately be carried out.

At this moment agents across the island began to disappear in small flashes of silvery light to go about the Lords commands, not questioning the oddity of some of such commands. By the end of the next day things would be set into motion which would ripple through the ages to come, for the Lord of Azkaban would soon have his heir.