Disclaimer: This is Fanfiction and nothing except the plot and story of this book are owned by me in any way, this is a combination of history, mythology, and imagination. JKR owns her books and her story and I am taking it for a joy ride. Rated M for Language, Sexual Situations, Violence, Theme, and probable other reasons. Bash me if you want (or don't no need to have to be a dick). This may have some smut so you have been warned for that (People have to want it but this will not be one of those books with not plot and just sex). If you have questions or need to rage then (in the infamous words of Shia Labeouf) "Just Do It!"

Authors note: Well this is my first fanfiction made on here in this world (Harry Potter). I have made some before on other sites I will not name because they are ass-holes. I am hoping to have a good story, be long(100-400k words and/or 20-40 chapters), and be Harry/Tonks ship (Honks). Harry will be be older than canon (5 years older) but was born 1980 (Will be explained in the book), and that is it. That is what i want to say beforehand so I don't spoil my plot(sorry 3) and I would to take this final moment of your time to thank all who are willing to read this, Thank You. -J

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The Sword, A Destiny, A Will Unbroken

Prologue: The Start of the Journey

As Dumbledore stepped through the broken door of a broken house, he could smell death. He saw James laying just back just from the front door way, a father who died trying to save his wife and child. This rocked his core being, as his own father was sent to Azkaban for protecting his family. He made his way up the stairs and to little Harry's room. Severus Snape walked out of the room before Dumbledore made it there, with a child in his arms. They both looked like they had been crying.

"She is dead Albus," Snape said in a breaking voice "Dead, you said you would protect them. Protect her," he finished

Albus shifted he had woven the finest wards he could based around hiding and even left them to decide who should be the secret keeper. He knew they chose Sirius because they had told everyone at order meetings. "I did, they were betrayed," he replied in a somber tone.

Albus took little Harry from Severus, and Severus fell on his knees. A Broken man. Albus gave a moment for his new friend.

Severus only ever loved one, Lily, even after their friendship fell apart and she had married James, he still loved her with all of his heart. "Albus, the Dark Lord is dead… the boy… he… he saw it happen. When I looked in the boys mind… The Killing curse.. It rebounded," Severus said in a broken voice.

Minerva McGonagall came through the door with a half giant groundskeeper in tow. Hagrid gave Albus one look before beginning to cry silently. He walked over to Albus and gave him a hug, and took young Harry from Albus and began quietly playing with his little hands trying to keep his happy for a short time. Minerva and Albus took a step into Harry's bedroom to take a look at the dammage. There was Lily Potter, Lying on the floor, pale, with blood running down her hand to the floor. Minerva gave a gasp as she gave the crip and its surroundings a look. There was a pile of black battle robes on the floor, a bone white wand an arms length away, and a crip white with red and gold blankets in it. "Is it… His You-Know-Who dead," Minerva asked in a shaken voice.

"I believe so, but these runes are worrying," He replied guestering to the rune circle around around the crib, made in blood. He took a step over to Lily and pulled up her sleeve, "Yes, most intriguing. These are Old Norse runes, thought to be a lost language to time because there was no translation to them made at all… the last who used this are thought to have died out, but I can't tell you what they mean. It must be that this language is not as lost as we once thought. It looks as if Lily and James did this, the rune cut in her arm im guessing is a linking rune but to what?" he said taking a step closer to the rune circle.

Minerva pointed at the center of the circle and spoke, "He has that mark on his forehead, Albus." the lighting bolt seemed to twinkle and crackle with power and light to those who knew how to look for it.

What have you done Lily Potter, what have you done. "We need to move the boy now, I don't know what magic this is but it's linked to him. He need to hide him till he is old enough to go to Hogwarts where we can watch him," Albus said in a rushed manner briskly walking from the room to find where Hagrid was with the child.

Two days later around midnight…(This is from JKR's first book and first chapter, changed to fit my story)

A man appeared on the corner the cat had been watching, appeared so suddenly and silently you'd have thought he'd just popped out of the ground. A cat, sitting on a fence, twitched her tail and her eyes narrowed. He was wearing long robes, a purple cloak that swept the ground, and high-heeled, buckled boots. His blue eyes were light, bright, and sparkling behind half-moon spectacles and his nose was very long and crooked, as though it had been broken at least twice.

Albus Dumbledore didn't seem to realize that he had just arrived in a street where everything from his name to his boots was unwelcome. He was busy rummaging in his cloak, looking for something. But he did seem to realize he was being watched, because he looked up suddenly at the cat, which was still staring at him from the other end of the street. For some reason, the sight of the cat seemed to amuse him.

He chuckled and muttered, "I should have known." He found what he was looking for in his inside pocket. It seemed to be a silver cigarette lighter. He flicked it open, held it up in the air, and clicked it. The nearest street lamp went out with a little pop. He clicked it again... the next lamp flickered into darkness. Twelve times he clicked the Put-Outer, until the only lights left on the whole street were two tiny pinpricks in the distance, which were the eyes of the cat watching him. If anyone looked out of their window now, even beady-eyed Mrs. Dursley, they wouldn't be able to see anything that was happening down on the pavement. Dumbledore slipped the Put-Outer back inside his cloak and set off down the street toward number four, where he sat down 7 on the wall next to the cat. He didn't look at it, but after a moment he spoke to it. "Fancy seeing you here, Minerva," He turned to smile at the tabby, but it had gone.

Instead he was smiling at a rather severe-looking woman who was wearing square glasses exactly the shape of the markings the cat had had around its eyes. She, too, was wearing a cloak, an emerald one. Her black hair was drawn into a tight bun. She looked distinctly ruffled. "How did you know it was me?" she asked.

"My dear Professor, I 've never seen a cat sit so stiffly." Albus gave with a chuckle.

"You'd be stiff if you'd been sitting on a brick wall all day," snapped Minerva. "And I don't suppose you're going to tell me why you're here, of all places?"

"I've come to bring Harry to his aunt and uncle. They're the only family he has left now, and I can erect blood wards he to hide him."

"You don't mean... you can't mean the people who live here?" cried Minerva, jumping to her feet and pointing at number four. "Albus... you can't. I've been watching them all day. You couldn't find two people who are less like us. And they've got this son... I saw him kicking his mother all the way up the street, screaming for sweets. Harry Potter come and live here!"

"It's the best place for him," said Dumbledore firmly. "His aunt and uncle will be able to explain everything to him when he's older. I've written them a letter explaining the protection he will have here."

"A letter?" repeated Minerva faintly, sitting back down on the wall. "Really, Albus, you think you can explain all this in a letter? These people will never understand him! He'll be famous... a legend... I wouldn't be surprised if today was known as Harry Potter day in the future... there will be books written about Harry... every child in our world will know his name!"

"Exactly," said Dumbledore, looking very seriously over the top of his half-moon glasses. "It would be enough to turn any boy's head. Famous before he can walk and talk! Famous for something he won't even Remember! Can you see how much better off he'll be, growing up away from all that until he's ready to take it? And he will be protected by and from the magic Lily made with that rune circe."

Minerva opened her mouth, changed her mind, swallowed, and then said, "Yes... yes, you're right, of course. But how is the boy getting here, Dumbledore?" She eyed his cloak suddenly as though she thought he might be hiding Harry underneath it.

"Hagrid's bringing him." Albus gave confidently.

"You think it... wise... to trust Hagrid with something as important as

This?" Minerva said with hidden suspect.

"I would trust Hagrid with my life," said Albus.

"I'm not saying his heart isn't in the right place," said Minerva grudgingly, "but you can't pretend he's not careless. He does tend to... what was that?"

A low rumbling sound had broken the silence around them. It grew steadily louder as they looked up and down the street for some sign of a headlight; it swelled to a roar as they both looked up at the sky... and a huge motorcycle fell out of the air and landed on the road in front of them. If the motorcycle was huge, it was nothing to the man sitting astride it. He was almost twice as tall as a normal man and at least five times as wide. He looked simply too big to be allowed, and so wild - long tangles of bushy black hair and beard hid most of his face, he had hands the size of trash can lids, and his feet in their leather boots were like baby dolphins. In his vast, muscular arms he was holding a bundle of blankets.

"Hagrid," said Dumbledore, sounding relieved. "At last. And where did you get that motorcycle?"

"Borrowed it, Albus, sit," said the giant, climbing carefully off the motorcycle as he spoke. "Young Sirius Black lent it to me. I've got him, sir."

"No problems, were there?" Albus asked.

"No, sir..., He fell asleep as we was flyin' over Bristol." Hagrid gave.

Dumbledore and Minerva bent forward over the bundle of blankets. Inside, just visible, was a baby boy, fast asleep. Under a tuft of jet-black hair over his forehead they could see the bolt of lightning scar, that was healed just a day or so ago by a healer.

"Can we heal the appearance the scar has left, Albus," whispered Minerva.

"No," said Dumbledore. "He'll have that scar forever."

Dumbledore took Harry in his arms and turned toward the Dursleys' house.

"Could I... could I say good-bye to him, sir?" asked Hagrid. He bent his great, shaggy head over Harry and gave him what must have been a very scratchy, whiskery kiss. Then, suddenly, Hagrid let out a howl like a wounded dog.

"Shhh!" hissed Minerva, "you'll wake the Muggles!"

"S-s-sorry," sobbed Hagrid, taking out a large, spotted handkerchief and burying his face in it. "But I c-c-can't stand it... Lily an' James dead... an' poor little Harry off ter live with Muggles"

"Yes, yes, it's all very sad, but get a grip on yourself, Hagrid, or we'll be found," Minerva whispered, patting Hagrid gingerly on the arm as Dumbledore stepped over the low garden wall and walked to the front door.

He laid Harry gently on the doorstep, took a letter out of his cloak, tucked it inside Harry's blankets, and then came back to the other two. For a full minute the three of them stood and looked at the little bundle; Hagrid's shoulders shook, Minerva blinked furiously, and the twinkling light that usually shone from Dumbledore's eyes seemed to have gone out.

"Well," said Dumbledore finally, "that's that. We've no business staying here. We may as well go and join the celebrations."

"Yeah," said Hagrid in a very muffled voice, "I'll be takin' Sirius his bike back. G'night, Minerva... Albus, sir."

Wiping his streaming eyes on his jacket sleeve, Hagrid swung himself onto the motorcycle and kicked the engine into life; with a roar it rose into the air and off into the night.

"I shall see you soon, I expect, Minerva," said Dumbledore, nodding to her. Minerva blew her nose in reply, and Disapparition.

Dumbledore turned and walked back down the street about 100 meters. Here he began his drawing his wards, some time throughout his making his wand gresterusrs and silvery walls began showing, he drew a rune circle and extracted a vial of blood, taken from Harry's bleeding now scar. He poured the blood in the center of the rune circle and the effects were instant, the slightly glowing ward had taken a deep red color for a moment then they cleared to a point that they were invisible. Satisfied he began walking away.

On the corner he stopped and took out the silver Put-Outer. He clicked it once, and twelve balls of light sped back to their street lamps so that Privet Drive glowed suddenly orange and he could make out a tabby cat slinking around the corner at the other end of the street. He could just see the bundle of blankets on the step of number four.

"Good luck, Harry," he murmured. He turned on his heel and with a swish of his cloak, he was gone.

A few hours later... (Closer to the morning now - All mine plot)

A man, who stood tall, picked himself off of the ground and dusted himself off the ground. This man was clad in a set of metallic scaly armor, with a red velvet red cloak draped down his back. He looked young, late to early 20's, but he was older then that, much older. He took a few steps forward to be touched by the wards dumbledore had just made hours earlier, still weaker than they could be but if left they should gain power due to their link to the blood wards.

The man gave a chuckle and said "I was the first on this world to make wards to begin with."

He brought up his hand to the ward and it collapsed by his finger touch. Be began his stride to the doorstep of Number 4. As he approached the small child he picked up the letter, opened it, and silently read it. He tossed it in the grass and it burst into flames. "Pitiful…" he gave picking up the small Harry.

"Lets go child, your mother would not be happy you are here, I owe her a lot," the man said giving a sad tone. He turned his back and began to step down the street.

As he was walking down the street with Harry there stood Albus Dumbledore watching this happen he began moving quickly with his wand drawn to this figure. "Stop, who do you think you are. Give the Harry or I will be forced to take him from you," Albus said.

The being turned around and gave a mighty laugh. "You think you can take me old man, do you know who I am. I am taking Harry to his new home."

"His home is here, on Number 4 with his Aunt, now who are you," Dumbledore said.

"I am more related to the boy then she is, I am Lily's Father, her true Father. A being not of this world, but of Asgard. I am Thor, God of Lightning. I am taking Harry to Asgard to be safe. Now you old fool, I take my leave. Heimdall I'm ready," said Thor and the bifrost shot him up from the ground, leaving behind a rune circle.

Albus had taken a few steps forward to try and stop the supposed god of lightning but he was gone before he could make it there. Albus fell to his knees, he had just lost someone what was like a child to him. He could not help but look at the rune circle. It looked just like the one in Harry's bedroom but had a few more runes. Like Lily's rune circle was incomplete. It was incomplete, she was trying to send Harry to Asgard. She knew, she knew she was the daughter of Thor. She was trying to send him there to be safe.

Albus knew many would not accept this but he had to tell people, magical UK, the Minister. He knew he was in trouble before he left. He let the prodigy, the center of fame as of a few days ago, get kidnapped by a man an old man if what he said to be believed. Albus took a breath to decide what he would say to the Minister.

Later that day in the Daily Prophet

'Harry Potter kidnaped

Earlier this day Harry Potter (defeater of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named-Savior of the wizarding world) was stolen from his new home (placed there by Albus Dumbledore) by a man in what was described by Dumbledore to be "Battle worn armor and a cape the color of blood" he traveled by some means of runic travel, never thought to be possible before, made in an unknown tongue. The runes are being investigated by the Unspeakables to try and find young Harry. Albus Dumbledore was there on scene because he got a notification of the wards falling on the house where Harry was placed with. He was there "Within moments of the wards falling" he said to the Minister. The next question I think we all have… where is Harry Potter?...

End-notes: I randomly get good ideas for stories like this but they never come out like how I want it to but i have high hoped for this. I did have problems here and there and it took about a week off and on to make this but I made it. I hope this does not flop but hey if it does then I will go back to just reading fan-fiction. Anyways this is J signing off.