Chapter 1: The Search for Harry Potter

"Dumbledore, is there any sign of him?" asked Sirius.

"We are still searching, but rest assured we will find young Harry. I have had the old crowd looking for him since I was informed of his disappearance" Dumbledore assured him. With that, Sirius head vanished from the headmaster's fireplace. If one were to meet the headmaster right now they would see that the ever present twinkle in his eyes had greatly diminished, it had been a long time since he felt like this.

The headmaster sat himself back down onto his chair, frankly he was stumped, he had tried many location charms, tracking charms and even magical devices that could virtually locate anyone in the world, yet he was unable to find the boy. He had taken blood from Nathan, James and Lily to feed his devices, which should have enabled them to locate anyone through the fidelius charm or any anti-tracking charms, however the devices all failed to produce any desirable results.

It was not like he cared that the boy was gone. He had already formulated various plans to keep the boy from becoming a threat to 'The-boy-who-lived', some of which were being aided by the elder Potters' callous attitude. No, he was just worried that whoever had kidnapped Harry would come for Nathan. That would not do. The-boy-who-lived had to be under his 'guidance' or all would be lost. He just hoped that the Order would manage to find some clues into his disappearance before it was too late.

Sirius had been in contact with everyone from Dumbledore, to his informants in Knockturn Alley and other shady areas, and also the head of aurors, Rufus Scrimgeour, for the last day. Harry Potter was his godson, and therefore his responsibility. He knew that he never did act like a godfather in front of Harry, he had never even bought him a gift, but Harry was still his godson. And now that he had finally noticed that, he vowed that if Harry was found again things would be different. But he realized how difficult that would be. He barely had any memories of Harry after that night, and he knew that was entirely his fault.

Sirius hoped with all his heart that Harry was okay, that this was some kind of joke, or that the people that took him would give him back, but deep down he knew Harry Potter would not be seen again. Sirius also knew that the disappearance of Harry would crush James and Lily. Sure they still had Nathan, but to loose a son still hurt, and if he was honest with himself, Sirius knew that the Potters made the same mistake that he had done. They had all ignored Harry in favour of Nathan, which meant that they had lost a son that they never took a chance to really know.

Lily had recovered from her faint, only to hysterically cry for her lost child. James was trying his level best to calm her down, fearing for both his wife and their unborn child.

She was four months pregnant, and the strain was not good for her or the baby. When Remus mentioned to her that they were still looking, she had gone on a hunt through the house. It was some time later that Remus found her in Harry's room, together with several photos that had Harry in it. Most of them were family pictures with Harry in the background or with Harry and Nathan as babies. There was not a single photo with Harry just by himself. No photos of his first walk, his first broom ride, playful moments with his parents and uncles. No, the photos that contained Harry showed the true Potter family story. Even the photographic Harry seemed to be running away from his family as discreetly as possible.

It was then that Lily realized just how horrible a mother she had been to her son. She realized tht she barely knew Harry. She could not remember when Harry had said his first word or even what word was said, she could not remember when he had started walking, what his first accidental magic was or even when he started to read. The fact that the books in his room were more advanced then anything for a five year old to read was not lost on her either. When she looked around his room, a room which she had rarely entered, she sadly admitted to herself, she could see books that were not filled with brightly coloured pictures that most five year old would read. No, instead she found spell books and theory books on magic. These books were more suited for Hogwarts second years and up, yet here the books were, clearly having been in use for a while. Inside his room she could smell his scent. She had even cast a spell so that his scent would not fade with time. It was a smell that she was familiar with yes but not overly familiar with it like James or even Nathan. It was a smell that would remind her of her now lost son for years to come.

Lily knew that they ignored Harry a lot in favour of Nathan, to an extent that might even border neglect, after all it was Nathan that the prophecy spoke off. He was the one that might die some day, so in Lily's ever calculative mind she had thought to spend more time with Nathan and would make it up to Harry when he was older. Never in her worst nightmare would she have thought she would loose Harry before Nathan. She knew that Harry had run away. With the way they had treated him, it was a wonder why he had not tried this before. She had finally realized that she had forgotten to write Harry's name on his birthday cake along side Nathan's. 'Was this what had pushed him over the edge?' she had briefly thought to herself. She had then lay down on Harry's bed promising to herself that if he would ever return, she would never ignore him again. She also made the same promise to her unborn child, wanting to make sure that she would never make the same mistake twice.

James Potter was in his room, the room he shared with his beloved wife. He had already searched the entire house, along with the surrounding areas, and yet he could not find any clues about where his son went or who had taken him. Surely no five year old could vanish like that without a trace, yet his own son had managed to do that. James knew that he was good at location charms. He and his follow marauders had once come up with the Marauders map, a map which could even break through disguise charms and show the real names of people within Hogwarts. He had spent all his energy and knowledge trying to track down his son while Sirius went through all his contacts for help. Though, even he knew that if Dumbledore could not find him then it was a futile effort. At first had thought that his spells were not working and had then tried his spells on Nathan, then Lily. The results showed him their location, proving that theory wrong. Now he was in his room waiting for word from Sirius of the efforts of Dumbledore and the ministry. While he was in his room, he had tried to remember everything he could about his boy, yet he found that memories of Harry were few and far between. He kept asking himself how he could have done that to a child, a child that was of his own blood.

He sat on his desk with his head down in contemplation. Remembering the times he had brushed Harry away when the child looked to him for support. When Harry would stare longingly at him, while he was holding Nathan. He tried to remember where Harry was when he taught Nathan about Quidditch and realized that he had no clue about it. That was when he too made a vow to himself. It was the same vow that Lily and Sirius had made, a vow to never ignore his son when he found his son again.

Remus was in the Potters Living room, he was taking care of Nathan. The Potters were all busy. Lily was in Harry's room, while James was taking a rest in his own room. Remus desperately wanted to join the search, but he knew that his priority was Nathan. He could not let Nathan be taken like Harry. He could not understand how someone could just walk in here and take the boy. It never occurred to him that Harry might have run away.

Remus knew that Harry was a loner. But he never realized just how much it was due to the adults' ignorance. He knew that he had only given a present to Harry once, but he could not even recollect what it was. He had assumed that Sirius had always bought his godson something special for his birthdays. After all Nathan received so many things that never would someone believe that Harry Potter, his brother, was neglected most of the time. He tried to justify his actions by thinking 'I'm a werewolf who finds it difficult to get a job and hence couldn't get him anything'. But that fell flat on his own ears. After all he was able to give gifts to Nathan. And wasn't the thought more important than the gift itself?

He could see the pain etched into James and Lily's face. It was a pain that only a parent could feel; a pain of loosing a child. He had owed James so much, what with James and the other marauders helping him through his 'furry little problem'. So he too wanted to find Harry, if not for any other reason then to relieve the pain of James and Lily and to absolve himself of his errors.

Nathan was playing in the living room, with only his uncle Moony for company. He was too young to comprehend what had happened; only that Harry was missing. Yesterday was his birthday and he had received many toys, one of them was a toy broomstick and it was this toy that he was playing with now. He didn't understand why everyone was not around. He didn't understand the hurt look of his parents. He was just content to play with his toys. He did notice however that his uncle Sirius kept on coming into the living room and whispering to uncle Remus about things, things he assumed were only for the adult to know and every time he would do this uncle Remus face would go into a frown.

He thought that the adults would only play with him once Harry was found and so went searching for him, with Remus following closely by. At first he tried looking for Harry in his room, but all he found there was his mommy, sleeping on the bed with pictures of him and the family, then he went looking around the house but he could not find him, he thought Harry was playing hide and seek and so would wait for Harry to give up on the game.

Far away, Harry Potter sat in the middle of a circle, the circle itself was made up of dark figures. If one looked closely you would be able to tell that this figures, even though they had a humanoid body, were not human, for one they had distinctively pointy ears. These were the Shadow Elves who had once belonged to the same dimension as Earth. They had infact lived among the wizards of earth until they had been under the threat of extinction.

The clothes that this people wore were nothing like any wizard would wear or could even imagine. The clothes stuck to their skin, almost becoming like a second skin. Their cloak seemed to be made of the air itself as it waved in the wind. These people sat in a circle contemplating what they would do with this human child.

It had been many centuries since any of them had contact with a human, the last being Merlin, who had closed the gate between their dimensions to save them from Morgana's army. And now here, a thousand decades later, sat a human child, not older then five years old. An elder of the tribe name Ulthias had called the council together to grant him the adoption of this boy. Many locals had argued and some even begged, to return the child back to the humans, believing he would bring them trouble that they were keen to avoid. However, when the council and the people learned of his story through their mind arts, every elf, be it an elder or local, declared that Harry Potter would from that day be one of their own. And that is how, the first Shadow Human was born

A/N : Here's the next chapter. Please be patient with me. I'm juggling college, classes and two stories, so updates might be once every two weeks.

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Also to my faithful reviewers:

Teufel1987:Thanks for pointing the error. Thats why I need a beta-reader in the first place. Also most of the words are from the original author, whose wordings were atrocious. Also, the cabin I meant was his room. What I meant to describe was that their house was so large, that his room could be compared to a small cabin. But it was still lonely.

Slytherin66: No Harry will not be evil. In fact he will be loved by some people. That doesn't mean he is not dark or that he won't have his revenge. Just don't expect a psycho who slaughters everyone he hates. Keep reading and reviewing. You may still like it.

OakDarkleaf: Thanks for the advice. I'd also welcome plot lines that I can add to this story.

As always R&R