Hey all I am back, sorry I have been gone so long, honestly, I Forgot about this story, until a few days ago I got a new review, so I decided to do a complete rewrite, slowly, but surely it will continue. Now, onto the new/old story! hope you all like it! rated M for safety!

Chapter 1: True Beginnings

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, It belongs to J.K. Rowling.

Bellatrix POV

I walk behind my master, and lover, heading up towards an empty lot. I stop next to him waiting to hear what he wants me to do.

"Bella," He whispers, "Keep close, and keep our child safe." I nod to him with a slight smile. It took years to get him to agree to be with me, even if we were close in private, in public we were master and follower.

He casts a strong spell at the boarder of the lot, showing the protective spells. I was in awe of his power. My master, Lord Voldemort, the strongest person I know. With a flick of his wand, the protective barrier was destroyed, and a manor became visible. I hear screaming coming from the manor, but I was distracted from the screaming as I heard whimpering coming from my arms.

I look down at my child and he looks like he is about to cry from the noise of the barrier shattering. I turn a slight glare onto Voldemort, and he just gives me a sheepish grin while mussing with his brown nest hair. Everyone sees him as a white snake with no nose, bald and red eyes. But that is just a glamor enchantment at work on his ring.

Under the enchantment, was a 6-foot man, with brown hair that cannot be tamed, believe me, I have tried. Blue eyes so deep you could swim in. a wonderful man, even if a bit dark…ok very dark, but I love him for it all. We walk up to the manor, me behind him. He brought me along just for a special ritual to protect our child. A ritual to make our son the Potter Heir.

He blasted the door open, and killed the man, James I think, I step over the body, and swipe a strand of the mans hair. Following Tom, voldemort's real name, up the stairs hearing lily screaming to take her life instead. I stay on the stairs waiting for it all to be over. I hear a thump and head all the way up the stairs into what looks like a nursery. Tom was pointing his wand at the other child, waiting for me.

"Bella my dear," He hissed slightly, "Take a strand of lily's hair, and tie the two pieces together." I did as he told me, listening to his instructions carefully. It took thirty minutes to do everything he asked me to do. I laid our son in the middle of a ritual circle, just as he told me, and stood to the side.

"Now for the final part. I shall kill the child, the potter heir, when he dies, the magic in the ritual will transfer the Potter bloodline, and all other abilities of the Potter child to our own son." He whispered, with a slight smile. I smiled to knowing that our son will be powerful when he grows older.

I watched him cast the killing curse at the child and smiled more, before I frowned as the spell struck. The child didn't die like it should have. My eyes widened as the spell rebounded at Tom, I screamed at threw my dagger at the child hoping to save my love. The knife struck true, there was a bright flash, and then blackness.

-small timeskip -

I woke up with a throbbing pain in my head. I wonder what happened to me, all I remember is a blinding flash, and falling to the ground, and the screams of two babies… wait…two babies… Marcus! I look around the room for my child. I feel panic set in when I don't see him, until I turn and see him lying in a glowing ritual circle. I slowly pick up my son, and started to clean up the ritual circle, making sure it was completely gone. I go to the crib to make sure the potter child was truly dead, and he was with my knife in him. I removed the knife, fully prepared to leave. As I leave, I hear the sound of a figure apparating to the Potter Manor. In a flash I destroy the baby Harry's body with a quick flick of my wand. I put my own child in the Potter crib and look at his single amethyst eye, an eye that reflects my own. His other, an emerald green, must come from the ritual to take the potter line.

"My precious Marcus," I coo, small tears coming to my eyes," I must leave you here, even if you go to Dumbledore that is safer for you. If you are with me, you may die, and I can't lose you." I lean over and kiss the child's forehead. I walk away from the crib," Goodbye Marcus Marvolo Riddle-Black, my dear child." The last thing I hear is my Marcus starting to cry, then I apparate away from Potter Manor. I will see my son again, I know I will, even if I have to kill the entire wizarding world to find him.

Snapes POV

I walk into Potter Manor with fear. I recognize the signs that the Dark Lord has been here, but His mark does not plague the skies. I slowly enter and see the body of James Potter, my tormentor from my Hogwarts years. Even though he was horrible to me, I never wanted him to die. I continue to make my way upstairs. Once at the top I feel tears start to run down my face as I see slender legs sticking out of the nursery. I walk in, and there lies Lily. Oh sweet Lily. The love of my life stolen from me by James Potter. I fall to the ground, and set Lily's lifeless body on my lap, and cradle her. Tears flow freely as I grieve for my only true friend, and love. I hear another cry from nearby and see a baby in a crib.

I stare at the baby in the crib, with his green piercing eye, unnaturally intelligent amethyst eye,and little black hair. He could only be the son of Lily and James. The Amethyst must come from the killing curse not working on him properly. I stand and walk closer to pick up the child. I pick him up and notice a scar on his forehead. I wipe away the little blood and shush the child.

"I promise Harry," I whisper quietly as the child slowly calms down, "I will protect you." I walk down the stairs, and out of the house to take Harry to professor Dumbledore. I know he has plans, but his plans can't be aimed to hurt Harry.

Dumbledore's POV

I walk towards a house, using my deluminator, a device of my own creation, to take out the lights on the street so I stay hidden. I hear a whimper as the lights turn down. I look in my arms at the child I was carrying, trying to keep him quiet. As I walk closer to Private Drive, I see a familiar looking tabby cat staring at one specific house.

"Good evening Professor McGonagall," I greet as I get closer to the cat who looks up at me, "I thought you would be out celebrating with the Dark Lords fall." As I finish my statement I watch the cat change into a strict looking woman, wearing black robes and a pointed hat.

"So it's true Albus," She whispered to me, sadness heavily accenting her voice, "The Potters are…" She trailed off. I could only nod sadly, even if I didn't entirely mean it. I held up the child for her to see a bit better.

"This is their son, the last of the Potters." I tell her as she looks to the bundle in my arms. She looks at me questioningly as the child squirms a little in his sleep.
"Why did you bring him here, Albus?" She asked me with a slight frown. I sigh knowing she would not like what I was doing with the child.

"I am here to pass off the child to his next of kin, his aunt." I tell her, and as I finish saying aunt, her eyes widen to huge proportions, before they narrow into slits.

"With Petunia?!" She hisses at me, "The woman is not fit to raise a magical child, much less her sister's son!" The poison in her words impossible to miss, and I sigh knowing that she is right, but the Prophecy must be kept, and only I can lead him to his proper destiny.

"I understand your grievance Minerva," I say with a firm voice, "but Lily made a blood sacrifice to protect her son, only a blood relative can keep him absolutely safe." She blinks, but her anger is still palpable. She turns her back to and walks away.
"If he comes to Hogwarts harmed by these muggles," She whispers harshly, "I WILL skin you alive." With that parting threat, she dissaperated to who knows where. I sigh before conjuring a basket to place the child in, and placing him on the porch.

"Grow well Harry," I whispered to the baby, "You shall be the guiding star for the Light, and the Greater Good." I step back before disaperating, leaving a child to his family.