Chapter 2

In an old cluttered office in a far away Scotland castle sat an old snoozing man in a cluttered desk. By the look of the desk it was obvious that the old man was rushing to complete his paper work when had fallen asleep on his drying parchment.

It wasn't too late perhaps only ten in the evening. Not a sound was heard as the old man slept. It wasn't a moment after the chimes of an old grandfather clock went off did a ghostly form of a stag enter the cluttered work area.

"ALBUS URGENT MESSAGE: JAMES POTTER"

With a snort the man awoke. The man, Albus Dumbledore the esteemed headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry awoke in an almost panic like state as he was loudly awoken. The old man immediately looked at the stag and waited. He knew this was James Potter's Patronus. He couldn't believe he had fallen asleep and on such an important night, the night where his plan would begin to fall into place. Perhaps he was getting too old for this chess game.

" Urgent assistance is required! Death eater attack, Voldemort Dead, Urgent assistance required."

With the message being finished the ghostly form of the stag slowly disappeared. It had taken several moments for the message to process in the old mans distorted mind. Voldemort was dead. That wasn't the plan at all. He was supposed to defeat the man. The man he had revealed as evil.

The only thing that could have destroyed Voldemort was a very powerful wizard, a more powerful wizard then he.

This wouldn't do. His plans were falling apart.

Albus Dumbledore waved his wand to switch his bright colored robes with even brighter ones before he disappeared with a loud POP.

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Albus Dumbledore came upon the rubble of the Potter home. He stood stunned for a brief minute. This was serious damage. The only thing that could have caused this was a magical backlash. He needed to know who preformed such magic. He needed control of this wild magic. He walked through the rubble to find two frantic looking parents with two wailing children. As he approached he stepped upon a dark cloak. He immediately knew whom it had belonged to. But that's not what really caught his eye. It was the silver dust that was around the cloak. It all made sense. James was wrong. Voldemort wasn't dead he was merely disembodied.

This was something he could work with. It was painfully obvious to him the babysitter didn't cause the damage and there wasn't a foreign magical signature, so his only other option was one of the babies. One of the Potter infants was very powerful.

If he played this right he could have control of an enormous amount of power, unbreakable loyalty of two powerful wizards as well as the honor of destroying his creation, Voldemort.

He just had to figure out what baby, control the parents through the child as well as find away to resurrect Voldemort when the child was old enough. He could use his fabricated prophecy to his advantage. If he put a spotlight of hero ship on one of the children and raised it to be a warrior, he could potentially have an indestructible weapon to completely control both sides of the war. That was more then he could ever dream of.

The best part however, was that when the war was done with his weapon would be so far into his control he could easily make it disappear as easily as it appeared. He could probably fabricate a tragic accident. He would be on top as the most powerful wizard. It would be easy.

So very easy…

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Albus Dumbledore walked up to two very distraught parents. In Lily Potters arms laid a screaming male infant. As he looked closely it became obvious that the child was injured. He had a gash on his forehead. He then looked at James Potter as he desperately tried to console a pink clothed baby. From what he could see the only thing that was wrong was a small scrape on her cheek. The other child however he really had to look for. He then found the smallest babe lying in a makeshift cradle, made out of clothes, which were supported, by pieces of rubble.

He was still unnoticed by the young parents so he began to solve the mystery of the amazing power. He first focused his magic before feeling for the smallest babies magic. He almost yelled in shock. It was gone the child's magic. He knew for a fact that the baby had extremely powerful magic. He had read and changed the scoring on the infants' birth certificate when it was born.

When a Wizarding child was born they had two certificates, a birth certificate and a magic certificate. When Harry James Potter was born he was born with powerful magic. More then what was average.

Magic was scored from 0 to 100. A normal muggle with absolutely no magic background was 0 to 15. With magical blood the score was usually from 15 to 30. A squib was then 30 to 35. A weak wizard was 35 to 45. An average powered wizard was 45 to 65. The above average, those who have powerful enough magic to become excellent wizards such as the Potter's and Longbottem have ranged from 65 to 85. The most powerful wizards such as he himself were ranged from 85 to 100.

Magic was mysterious though. One could lose points just as one could gain some. It all had to do with the effort and favor one had with magic. He himself was born with a score of 73. He had worked hard to achieve his now 91.

When Harry was born his magic certificate had read a whopping 75. Two more points then he. He couldn't help the feeling of bitterness when he thought about the weak infant. How could something so pathetic be so powerful?

Because Harry had scored so high on his magic level it was surprising when his core was empty. He was about a 14 at the moment. If he were correct the boy would need lots of time to charge his core. And the only way a core could fully charge to what it once was was in a magical environment. If he took the boy away there would be no way for him to recharge. He knew it was petty but he hated the boy for his magic score. The boy if wasn't so sickly would have amazing potential. He needed to rid of the brat and fast. Before he began to recharge.

He left the small babe in his slumber before he concentrated on the other two wailing children. The Girl, Rosy as she was often referred had the level of 58. The girl was average. He then turned his attention to the boy "Mathew". He looked closely and suppressed a loud sigh. The boy was scored 66. Just above average. It was clear he was the winner. Perhaps Mathew drained Harry of his magic as his magic backlashed against the killing curse. That seemed to be the best theory.

He knew what he needed to do.

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Albus after thoroughly examining the young Potters cleared his throat loudly. The sound cut through the loud crying that emitted from the infants. Both parents stopped and turned around.

"Oh Albus thank Merlin you're here." A teary eyed Lily Potter cried to him. Albus couldn't help but almost grimes, he hated crying women. He never really knew what to do with them.

"Oh child what has happened." He pretended to be clueless and understanding.

James held a squirming baby as he explained the evening events.

After listening for several moments he ushered them to touch a portkey. James to his annoyance thrust the squalling baby that was in his arms to his. He had almost hoped they would forget the other sleeping baby. But that would have been too easy wouldn't.

After a dizzying tug the three adults who had their arms full of squirming babies arrived in the warm living room of the headmaster.

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When all three adults arrived in the warm room of the headmaster all three of the babies were all awake and crying, Harry being the quietest. Albus suppressed the urge to growl in annoyance. He first cast a quick healing charm at Mathew. It wouldn't due to have an injured weapon. After he was healed, he levitated and conjured bottle of warm milk from the kitchens. The child immediately quieted to the relief of Lily who was holding him. With another wave of his wand a wide cradle appeared. It was plenty big enough to fit all three children. He watched Lily quietly rock little Mathew gently as he drank his milk it took not even a minute for his eyes to droop in exhaustion. He then looked down to the squirming child in his arms. He healed the scratch and conjured another bottle before quickly and gently stuffing it into the whining child.

She too fell asleep quickly. He placed her in the cradle with out a second thought. Now last but least was little Harry. He had no visible wounds so he simply conjured a bottle. James immediately took it and tried to feed his son. Harry refused to take the teat into his mouth, he simply pouted adorably and closed his eyes lazily. It would seem the child wasn't hungry. He watched James sigh and gently place his youngest into the cradle. Perhaps taking the child would be tougher then he thought. He would probably need to use compulsion.

Albus turned to Lily who was gently rocking a sleeping baby. Quietly he spoke. "Lily child we must talk. The children will be safe here." He watched as the women nod sadly. She walked quietly to the cradle and placed him gently inside. He watched and saw the boy squirm and whimper. With a flick of his wand the cradle gently began to rock and a slow lullaby began to play. Lily and James looked at him gratefully before following him into his office.

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It was a few moments later when all three adults were sitting with a cup of tea in front of them. No one spoke; they sat quietly processing the evening's events. It was a lot to take in. No only was Voldemort gone but the Potters were obviously betrayed which in turn potentially could have killed the children.

Albus Dumbledore watched the Potter's carefully until he sighed loudly and gently cleared his throat. " I know you both are exhausted but we have much to talk about. There is some good news and some bad."

Both Potters watched him wearily. Lily grabbed James hand and intertwined their fingers. James clear masculine voice cut through the silence. "How can there be bad news? Voldemort is dead."

"That's the thing my child, Voldemort isn't dead. He has lost his body. He will return someday."

Both Potters had the energy to look shocked. Lily stood quickly " What do you mean he is still alive, what does that mean for my babies?"

"It means Lily that your son Mathew is a very special boy."

"I don't understand." James said after taking his wife's hand and pulling her back down onto the chair.

"You see my boy, When Voldemort came tonight he fully intended to murder your children. You see Mathew is very powerful. Its not surprising considering he is your first born. Now what I am about to tell you must not leave this room."

He gave the Potter couple a serious look before continuing. A little while ago I came across a seer who gave me a prophecy that would lead to Voldemorts defeat. Now I didn't truly believe the seer so I never mentioned to anyone. But as you can see that was a mistake. Forgive me for not telling you. The prophecy foretold a child of the seventh month would become the Child Who Lived, the child to survive the killing curse. I believe when Voldemort cast the curse Mathew gathered his and his sibling's magic to reverse and caused a magical backlash which in turn destroyed Voldemorts body.

Both Potters watched him with growing wonder on their faces. "Your sure Mathew is that child? Your sure it was him?" Lily asked.

He smiled. "Yes Lily I checked all your children's magic and Mathew is the only one completely intact. Your daughter has a lower core strength and well Harry that's the bad news." He sighed sadly and gave an apologetic look towards both parents.

James stood up quickly. "What do you mean something is wrong with Harry?" he slowly began to inch towards the door as if him being closer to his child would change the fate Albus had arranged for the small baby.

"I am afraid that Harry is now a squib James."

"What, how Harry had a strong reading when he was born how is that possible." James pressed urgently. Albus looked at Lily and was surprised when she stayed quiet. He knew though by the look of devastation on her face that she too deeply cared for the smallest child.

"I would seem that in order for Mathew to completely deflect the dark magic Voldemort threw at them he absorbed the surrounding magic. I checked Harry several times and his magic score is almost 0. He has absolutely no magic and he will never have magic?" Lily Potter whimpered but remained otherwise silent.

"Are you telling sir that my eldest child is responsible not only for the destruction of a powerful wizard but for his younger brother as well? Are you telling me my Heir is responsible for damming my baby boy to a short muggle life? "A look of devastation took place instead of the building fury that was surly beginning to build.

This wasn't the reaction Albus had intended. He had expected the James to worship his son, to celebrate the defeat of the dark lord. He almost began to worry when James began to have a look of disgust. At Mathew?

That was unexpected.

With a flick of his wrist both Potters were petrified and asleep. He grumbled to himself quietly before casting some complex compulsion charms. He wasn't quite sure if they were permanent but he could always replace them. After the charms were completed he began to work on memory charms. Those were his worst charms. No one was perfect at everything. After the memory charm he topped it off with a suggestion charm on Lily. He didn't have enough power to cast one on both. He was powerful but everyone had their limits.

He then sat back down and with another wave of his wand both Potters were awake. Both looked at him puzzled. "Perhaps you both should go to bed soon. You both look exhausted. There is only one order of business, your son Harry."

Lily looked at him blankly. James looked confused and tensed. "What about Harry."

"Harry no longer has any magic James. He is in all words a muggle. He no longer belongs in the magical world."

James watched him and had a look of confusion on his face. Lily merely looked at him and nodded. "James he's right, If Harry doesn't have any magic he would have to grow up alone in a world he didn't belong to. I watched my sister grow up with bitterness because she grew around something she never had. James I don't want that for my baby. We wouldn't be able to comfort him nor show him how to live a muggle life style. "

"He's our son, I don't care if he's a squib, I will love him regardless. I would do anything for him."

Albus stayed quite and continued to watch the couple converse.

Lily smiled and gently rubbed her partners shoulder. "We are not doubting your love for Harry love, I love him as well. He is our baby boy. However he is not our only child. We need to think of Mattie and Rosy as well. Mattie is going to be very important in the future and Rosy is going to have to grow up in his shadow as the little sister of the child who lived. We wont have the time to give Harry the attention he needs its for the best."

James sighed and thought about his little baby boy. Harry was now cursed to have a short life devoid of magic. He wasn't sure if he could stand watching his child rapidly age and die. There was also the positive side of having his son away from magic. His son would grow up in a peaceful world away from the war that would most likely take over their family. A peaceful life was the one gift he couldn't guarantee his children before the night events had occurred. Now however, his little baby boy could live in a peaceful world for the rest of his days, he would live to he was an adult and he would marry and have a bunch of children. If it meant that he had to give up his little green-eyed baby, then he would, he would give his littlest son the gift his siblings would never have.

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Albus watched Lily closely. He willed his magic and forced charcoal tinted magic into her. He grasped her magical core and intertwined his will into her subconscious. She was his now. She would carry out his will. She would be the queen on his chessboard. She would protect his king piece with the fierceness the women was well known for. She would be the ultimate wall of defense for his weapon. This step would ensure his new weapon Mathew Potter would be raised as he wished.

He hid a smirk of satisfaction when Lily gave her reasoning's of leaving her child behind. Truth be told, her sister could have been taken in Hogwarts as a student. She didn't have a lot of magic just a few points above that of a squib. Petunia Evans had enough to barely make it into Hogwarts but when her little sister was scored she had so much more magic he didn't think Petunia would be much use in his school. Now that the women was older her magic shrunk from lack of exercise but truth be told she could probably have become a mediocre witch, assuming she continuously practiced magic. Petunia had no use in the past with her small magical core; perhaps she would be useful now.

He leaned back into his seat and sighed. "Perhaps I can suggest something. Lily your sister only has one child yes."

Lily looked up at him puzzled. "Yes her son Dudley. She cant have children anymore, I am not sure why though."

"Then perhaps we should offer her the chance of having another son. This way Harry can stay within the family and you can be reassured that he is being taken care of. Though if we do it this way I do ask you to refrain from close contact. The child would do better to know your not his parents or that there is magic in the world. It would defeat the propose of keeping him from a magical world."

"How can we be sure Lily's sister would take in Harry? I know for a fact that she hates magic." James asked.

Albus smiled slightly. "Lily's sister will be informed that Harry has no magic at all. She can't hate the boy for something he doesn't have." Not that he cared if he was right or not. Once the kid was gone he was no longer his concern.

Lily nodded immediately in agreement with bright green glazed eyes. "I would feel better leaving Harry with family. I think this plan is best."

James sighed but nodded reluctantly in agreement. "Just give us the night with him please."

Albus pretended to look sincere and sympathetic. "Of course my boy."

With that last sentence it was obvious the meeting was over. Both parents made their way to where the children slept peacefully.

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Albus watched both Potters leave his office area with a look of satisfaction. This night didn't go how he expected but it would work out just fine. Yes just fine indeed.