Prologue:

An unwanted blessing

October 20, 1975

The stars shone over them as the couple hand in hand walked briskly down the streets of London. She pulled her cloak close to her skin careful to keep a tight grip on her wand.

"Charles" she whispered as her husband suddenly stopped.

"Charles, is everything alright?" she asked suddenly she heard a soft sob. Her husband turned his brown eyes gave him an exhausted look and his hair stood on end. Charles had stared at the small bundle he held the sight of the child still frustrated him.

"I think he's sick" he answered handing her the small bundle he held. She looked up her eyes stared back at Charles who ran his hand through his hair.

"No he's just hungry, aren't you Oliver?" she asked with a small smile. The baby kept his eyes closed but moved his small hands.

"Elaine hurry" he said pushing her into an alleyway nearby. With Death Eaters all over he couldn't afford to have his wife and child out in the open.

In fact Charles couldn't afford having a child, yet Elaine had different plans. It was all she had wanted ever since they had gotten married ten years ago.

Young and carefree they had been until Elaine decided to have a family in the middle of a war. The baby boy to Charles Wood was in no way a blessing.

"Charles I need a chair" he turned and with a lazy flick in the dark conjured a small fluffy loveseat. "Thank you" she sat clearly she was as exhausted as he was. Giving birth a week ago had certainly taken a toll on his wife. She could barely use magic, even the most simple of spells had become too difficult for her to cast.

His head throbbed, Charles had no idea what else to do. He had fled with his wife and newborn child, what else could he do?

They stood outside his door, they lit his house on fire when he refused to fight for his cause.

If the Dark Lord called this purification Charles called it murder, and there was no way he'd want any part of it. No matter what those thugs resorted to, he wouldn't fight for something he knew was wrong.

He turned towards his wife who was whispering something to their child.

Charles had to keep them away form harm but where could he go?

With his parents dead, her's in hiding...

"Elaine!" he called his sudden idea taking him over. How could Charles never have thought of it before?

The home of his grandparents! The Glen of Ravenclaw!

She stood up slowly putting a finger to her lips "Charles he's-"

"Take a hold of me" he held her hand she stared panicked at his sudden excitement. Right Charles could care less if the child was asleep of not.

"Charles-"

"I know where we'll be safe" she took his hand having him take her once again down the dark muggle-filled streets. His heart began to race, it wasn't safe out in the open. Charles had his wand in his hand hoping none of these muggles would ask questions. The walked for what seemed like hours under the moonlight.

Up ahead was what he recognized to be his parents old home. "Elaine stay close" he held up his wand to door and with a flick it creaked open. Charles ushered his wife in and quickly closed the door behind him.

The small flat looked nothing like he had remembered it, the blue walls with bronze details were now covered in large red dots. The tables had been turned over broken, in the living room the couch had been split in half it stuffing all over the place. Behind him his wife gasped while Charles walked over to the fireplace.

Above it still hung the famous Wood family portrait. Charles watched his parents smile at him, for a moment the world stopped as his mother gave him a warm smile.

Elaine laid her hand on his shoulder gently causing Charles to snap out of his daze wiping the tears from his cheeks.

"Step back" he whispered lighting the fireplace up. Attached to the fireplace was a small pot of what looked like ashes. "Elaine just say the Wood's Cottage."

She nodded holding Oliver tightly as she walked over to the pot. Seconds later she disappeared into the green flames. With one last look at his home Charles followed closing his eyes.

"Charles!" she exclaimed as he stumbled out of the fireplace. They stood inside a small cottage, everything was in place as if someone had been living it. Portraits and newspaper clippings filled the living room. Elaine rushed over to the window getting look outside "where are we?" she asked in a soft whisper that carried throughout the room...

Charles pocketed his wand as he walked over to his wife "home."

October 1981

The terrible war had ended and little Oliver wasn't so little any more. He had just turned five years old when his parents had finally taken him outside.

They said today was a celebration, they said that today the Dark Lord had been defeated. Oliver could careless, his eyes were glued to the night sky where he witnessed witch and wizards flying shooting different colored sparks out of their wands.

He loved the colors, they were beautiful but most of all he was mesmerized by the dive and other tricks the wizards had done on their brooms. "Mommy can I fly?" he asked pulling on her robes, she looked down at him with a smile.

"Of course you can" He smiled running towards his father who was about to mount his broom.

His father smiled as he floated a few feet off the ground. Oliver felt his mother pick him up and put him into his father's arms "hold on tight Oliver."

He nodded as the broom went higher and higher into the night sky. The cold wind whipped itself against his face as they soared past the celebrating wizards.

"Someday my son this will be yours..."

Oliver turned to his father "everything daddy?"

"Everything."

Though Oliver wouldn't dare say it he could care less about the lands that sat underneath him, all that he knew was that he never wanted to stop flying.