I do not own Harry Potter or its characters, only Hirume Nobuki and the people of Asia.
1 THE BOY WHO LIVED/THUS THE CREATURE WAS BORN
The girl was not born. She was never born.
The girl was not human. In fact, she was less human than she was anything else.
The girl was a monster, and she was to be used. The girl was to be their power.
The girl was to become their weapon.
They held a conference, in a hall made of only the finest stone, with a table made from red oak. Ten humans, representing ten different species. Many of them carried packages, some large, some small. Some places behind them by teams of ogres, because they were too large to hold. They brought the ten most magical creatures found in any corner of the earth: a basilisk, a boggart, a centaur, a dementor, a dragon, a fairy, a mermaid, a phoenix, a unicorn, and a werewolf. Each of the creatures was to be put to the use of the organization. They sorted out the paperwork, and spoke of the possible uses of each one. The creatures were taken to their lab, where various scientists and wizards hired set to work on the job they had been assigned. The creatures fought, they did not want to die. They did not want to lose themselves. Their bodies were not the only things at stake. The things born by natures wish, by egg and dark and damp and light, the things born in their own ways, gave birth to a much more fearsome thing.
A small fetus, barely a month passing since its first existence, sat waiting in the place devoid of the warmth of the living. It had not been born by human parents, it had been created by them. It had not a drop of blood in its body that didn't contain the magic of creatures long dead and destroyed. The normal passerby would have been surprised at its placement, but would not have noticed anything unusual, but to the trained eyes of the many people watching it, they could not have mistaken it for any existing creature. The soft red of the not quite liquid water cast a menacing glow onto the faces of the directors. They were positive at this point that it would survive to become an infant, but the pain it had suffered in being created was nothing compared to what must happen to it after. The place it would rest had been built, and the place where the experiments and preparation would occur had been set up, waiting for the day when the newly made creature would open its eyes and gaze upon the world, only to close again in agonizing pain.
The same year, a small Harry Potter was to be delivered by Dumbledore to the house of the two very normal Dursleys.