The bright moon was unforgiving as it strode across the sky, its harsh light failing to illuminate the dark figure. He could feel the spirits all around him, as the restless souls awakened by All Hallow's Eve unearthly powers augmented the Prince of the Underworld's strength. But this power was nothing compared to the ecstasy he would experience from his father's pleasure with him for destroying his father's brother's precious daughter's family. With this energy available for him to absorb freely, the entire Potter lineage would be extinguished in a single strike. He, the Dark Lord, would reign unopposed. His hungry grin of anticipation was the only thing visible from underneath his billowing shadow as he slithered through the town.

A warm glow was shining through the windows, but the Dark Lord didn't need the light to see James playing with the baby that was foretold to destroy him. Their life energy called out to him, bright and vibrant, the fragrance so intense that he could taste it upon his forked tongue. The baby cooed and tried to grasp the brightly colored smoke James had summoned, and he smiled in return, blissfully unaware of the imminent danger. As Voldemort watched, Lily caressed James, both of them smiling down at the baby, and kissed him on the cheek. To see the filthy mudblood married to that wizard of ancient lineage made his blood boil. For this atrocity they must all be extinguished, no matter what his servant had requested.

The door disintegrated at his touch as he strode into their lives, destroying what they had believed to be a perfect fall evening. The brave Gryffindor that he was, James grabbed his wand from the table and rushed toward the Dark Lord, yelling

"Run Lily, take Harry! I love-", but he never got a chance to finish. As the flash of deadly green lit the stairwell, he could see the foolish woman fleeing to the upper floors. He smirked, there was nowhere to run for them. They had even made his job more pleasant, prey was so much fun to kill when cornered and desperate.

Her flimsy barricade didn't stand a chance as he stood in the doorway of their nursery. He thought it fitting that the child would exit the world in the very same room that had seen it enter. A twisted sort of irony, but although the Dark Lord was many things, sane was not among them.

"Step aside foolish woman, I want you to see the light leave your son's eyes before I kill you" he hissed, baring his fangs and raising his wand. Her pleading filled him with sick delight.

"Please not Harry, kill me, leave Harry, please take me" she begged, her eyes teary, motions frantic. Unfortunate; he would have liked to make her watch him kill the baby in her final moments, but who was he to refuse her last wish? The green light that had ended so many others illuminated the nursery, and the Dark Lord stepped over her still body toward the baby in the crib. After all those years of planning and gathering power, the only thing that stood between him and the ultimate domination of the magical world was not even a year old. He couldn't help but feel confident as he prepared to finish the deed. With practiced ease he leveled his wand at the infant, chanted the final words, and the green light lit up the nursery once again.

And the Dark Lord was no longer alive.

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Dumbledore stood in the wreckage of the Potter's house and only felt the smallest twinge of remorse for the fallen family members. The destruction of two of his most useful soldiers was not his biggest problem now. The only thing that really mattered was the boy was still alive. If he truly was the one to defeat the Dark Lord, then he couldn't let a power like that be used for someone else's purposes. The boy would go to Hogwarts, he would make sure of that, but he couldn't take care of a baby for eleven years. In addition, he didn't trust anyone enough in the magical world to take care of his biggest weapon against the Dark Lord for him. He remembered that he had heard of someone on his travels around the globe in New York who ran a camp for children. That was perfect, from what he knew, it was not magical, and far away from Britain. No one would have any influence on Potter until Dumbledore swooped in to save him from the muggles, and the boy would be under his complete control. He smiled, picked up the infant, turned on his heel, and Apparated away into the night.

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Chiron stood alone on the shore of Long Island and watched the sun set over the waves. Sometimes he enjoyed to have a little respite from fighting the same monsters every hundred years and training heroes who couldn't live as long as he could. To him, there was nothing more soothing than watching the same sun set the same way from the same shore all by himself. What wasn't soothing was when a man just appeared from nowhere past borders supposedly unbreakable. He interrogated the intruder,

"Who are you? What do you want?" while drawing his bow in readiness and nocking an arrow. The stranger didn't seem to be armed, and appeared to be over a hundred years old. But anyone who appear and disappear at will, and bypass barriers constructed by the gods, was undoubtedly powerful, and powerful usually meant dangerous.

Dumbledore was surprised when he was greeted by a centaur. He knew this was the right place, and the man did look like the one he had intended to leave Harry with, at least from the waist up. He didn't have time to find another place to leave Harry; the wizarding world would need him to help them sort out the crisis. In addition, if this centaur had contacts in Britain, he might know of him and of Harry, and would do just the things that Dumbledore want to happen. If that was the case, he needed to leave quickly before he was recognized. He answered

"I've brought a camper", and placed the baby on the ground.

Whatever Chiron had expected the stranger to do, this was most definitely not it. He strode forward, knelt, and picked up the baby. But when he looked up to ask the stranger why he had brought the baby here, the man was gone. He stood, and noticed an open wound on the forehead of the baby, in the shape of the lightning bolt. That settled any doubts he had about taking in the child the stranger had just left. This baby needed treatment and care. It looked like Camp Half-Blood had just gotten a new camper.

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AN:

All rights belong to the wonderful J. K. Rowling and Rick Riordan for the original stories.

For story purposes Harry is born in 1994, Annabeth and Percy in 1999. Harry will still be classmates with the same people, I have just shifted the timeline up a bit. This is my first time writing a fanfiction, so I hope you enjoy!