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Past-Oct 31st

Godrics' Hollow was quiet on All Hallows' Eve. For a mixed neighborhood of muggles and magical this was very odd. Not so much for those with magic, Voldemort had pushed them all into fearful hiding. For all of the muggles though, you would have expected them to be out and about, there were just as reserved as all the others that evening however. This gave the area surround Potters cottage a desolate foreboding of what the future entailed.

Tension dripped into the air. A red-haired woman sat on the sofa and stared at the child in her arms. Sweet, sweet Harry, so precious and beautiful to her. Her and James son, even so early she could see characteristics from both of them in him. On James side she could see the Blacks' heritage shining through, alabaster skin the wavy midnight raven hair that they were well known for. She could tell his face would cut a stunning figure one day, hopefully she'd be there to see it.

The green eyes were entirely hers though, shape and coloring matched to a tee. James and his stubbornness, and then her cleverness, managed to bring her husband and her to the peak of happiness and then the desperation of most parents, every day.

Her vision never wavered, but seemed to go out of focus several times in deep thought.

"Lily, we should head to sleep soon." A raven haired man gazed tiredly at the woman he called his wife.

"Dumbledore and a few from my department will be over tomorrow to help us move to a more secure location. We need to be ready to protect ourselves and Harry tomorrow."

The woman's shoulders grew tense with burden and she sighed in resignation.

"I know James. I know… I just wanted to spend some more time with Harry. With all these threats I've been thinking how easy it would be… would be, for it to be the last time I see him or you."

James stared at the beautiful woman he'd married and realized that she'd changed. Two years ago she'd been happier, not carefree, but certainly not as burdened as she was now. Dumbledore's warnings for Harry's life had strung them on their toes, or even put a hypothetical noose around their necks.

"I know Lilly, trust me I understand. We can't risk our health right now though, we need to be ready fo….."

"The wards just went off Lily!"

Lily sprung up from the sofa and straightened her back with Harry still clutched tightly in her arms. She'd been feeling wary all day, she knew that there was something wrong with Harry today. He'd been restless and cried much more than usual. For most babies that would not be strange, but Harry was a very quiet child. He hardly even cried when he was put to sleep every night. She knew now that it was time for her to protect him, she had the horrible feeling that neither she nor James would make it to the next day though.

"James…"

"Go upstairs Lily, if it's Voldemort I'll try to hold him off!"

Voldemort point of view

Finally he'd found the one who was his prophesized equal. He'd been in denial when he'd found out. A baby of all things was to be an equal! Haa! Lord Voldemort had no equal nor did he need one. He'd find the child, make certain that the child was nothing and then move one. Perhaps to make certain of his future loyalties he'd kills the child's parents then give him to a loyal death eater to raise. Afterall the wizarding world needed all the new children could get. These fools didn't realize that they were a dying race. Every year inbreeding grew and magic dwindled. Muggleborns were killed by jealous peers and some were never even discovered!

He'd change it all, he didn't need a child not even half his age having a say in the direction he'd take…maybe he'd just kill the child after all.

Harry

Harry, for a one year old, was alert and awake. He knew his mother was scared. She clutched him tighter than usual and kept whispering his name. He was too young understand that there was a threat against their lives, but he did know that something bad was there. He could feel it pulse against his magic. So sweet and dark, the magic was. Just like his really, if he didn't have the rudimentary understand that he was himself and that other magic was something else, not him, he would even say that it was in actuality himself downstairs next to his father's soft and warm magic.

When he felt the gentle warmth of his father's magic vanish he knew that the magic that was his, but not, was coming for them next. He even reached out towards the door for the unknown entity. His mother just clutched his tighter in response.

Now, while Harry was still a baby he had an amazing sense for magic, so when his mother had passed and he felt dark energy head towards him he let it.

Warm, protective, and satisfying, the dark magic filled him with a certain drowsiness. As he succumbed to sleep he heard the primal scream of man in the throes of immense pain. He couldn't seem to focus on that other person even though the urge too was intense.

So he passed into the darkness of the void and drifted for a time.

Black marble of a shade that seemed to sap the warmth out of strangers bones was warmed only by the fireplace centered in the commons area. Black velvet curtains lined in satin and trimmed in a silver brocade showcased the magnificent architectural success that the windows made. Beautiful pearls lined the edgings over the top, while pure silver pieces danged by delicate chains dangled in a subtle, seductive light show, created from the sparse lighting.

Richly woven covers were laid over the seating that furnished the commons.

Two men lounging in the room draped in similar opulence were startled out of their meditation when a dark surge of a youngling was felt by both.

"Did you feel it Matar?"

The man spoke with deep happiness and a sort of pride that was usually reserved for family. His auburn hair flashed next to the lit fireplace and blue eyes stared intently at his companion.

"I did… be patient though, we don't know for certain that they'll live, it may just be an inheritance."

The auburn haired man glared at the raven head in exasperation.

"Must you ruin the only hope we've had in so many years Matty?"

Matar just looked at his associate in disdain settled with the seriousness depicted by his scrunched eyebrows. Blasted Timir and his nicknames, the next scheduled spar he'd be sure to remind him of his place.

"Be that as it may, you know as well as I do that Pyxis would not enjoy having to write another report for the guild on a minor dark inheritance spike."

The other looked on in petulance, but expressed his resignation.

"I know, I know, I just don't fancy waiting another 500 years to find another addition to the guild."

Matar understood his friend's reluctance, the necromancy guild had been waiting so long for a new addition. The ranks of 'true blood' necromancers had been waiting so long for some new minds. They were eager to find others that had the potential for large, death magic weavings.

"We will wait Timir, whether it be another 500 years or just 16, if they are truly gifted their 18th birthday will confirm it."

That seemed to satisfy the Auburn head, as his expression turned gleeful and slightly malicious.

Matar pulled his goblet or red towards his chest, the crystal inlaid table next to him chimed as he removed it and sounded like subtle music to his particular ears.

"I will however put out a notice to the schools… if that will satisfy you?"

Timir nodded vigorously and grinned while flashing his pearly white canines, "I only hope he's human or vampire so we can rub it in the face of the wolves and high Fae."

Matar grinned in maliciousness, "Ohhh, I can already see the faces of the pack heads and the stupid Fae tribunes if that were to be true."

The two nodded to each other and resumed their gaze into the spirit plane.