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By Merlin, I was really surprised with all the reviews, favourites and followers that have read the first chapter! Awesome! With Christmas being around the corner, I decided to give you guys another chapter. Hopefully you'll like it!

Merry Christmas to you all!

Chapter One- To Begin Anew

Darkness…

Warmth…

He felt confined in something, like wrappings that wouldn't budge, no matter how much he tried. Continuing to struggle, he let out a cry that sounded very much like a baby's wail. Freezing for a moment so as to process what he had just done, it finally hit him with realisation as to what was happening.

He was a baby.

'Death, are you there?' He called out mentally, hoping that his bonded would respond.

"There is no need to fear, little one. I am always here." Harry immediately calmed at the sound of the deep and warm voice. He could feel Death right beside him, watching him intently like a protector and guardian. It was comforting and meant a lot to Harry.

'Where am I?'

"I apologise, my bond, but Time is very complex and requires much thought and planning. Though I may be an exception to the rules of Time, there is still some binds that prevent me from fulfilling some desired purposes." Death spoke softly, his voice filled with remorse. "You are on the doorstep of the Dursley, Harry."

Harry froze at those spoken words, dread filling him to the brim inside of him that he was sure to start crying like the infant he was. Why was he back here? Why couldn't he be sent back to the time of when he already started attending Hogwarts? Or better yet, why couldn't he be sent back further in time and begin a new life where he would never suffer at the hands of Mundanes ever again?

'Why?'

"My little one, I am truly sorry for this. It would seem that the Fates have intervened yet again." Death snarled, promising vengeance on the Fates when he saw them again. It was not their place to interfere with the immortal soul of Hadrian James Potter, well, not anymore.

'Will you still be here? I don't want to suffer through all of this again… Please, don't leave me here alone!' That was Harry's one and true fear. Though he had become use to it, it still made him feel the ever-growing pain and surges of sadness.

Loneliness…

"My little one, how many times must I promise you before your heart accepts my vows? I swear to you, my little Harry, I will always be here. Even if you reject me, send me away and order for me to disappear from your sight, I will always be here. I am your father, brother and bonded; there will never be a moment where I am not by your side." He could feel Death caressing his scarred forehead, "Calm your heart and soul now, little one. I am here for you, forever and always…" The whispers of comfort embraced him. Harry felt his tears running down his face, happiness and content inside of him finally driving the pain and hopelessness away.

'Thank you, Brother…' He whispered gently before letting his young body falling into the blissful world of dreams, lulled by Death's soothing chants.

Petunia Dursley has always thought of herself as a normal person and was proud of that fact. In fact, she despised anything that was considered not normal. Her life had been with a lot injustice, being considered the spoiled and ugly child of her family, while her younger sister, the beautiful Lily Evans, was the angel of the family. She scoffed at the memory of her precious little sister. No, her little sister was a FREAK and that was the end of it. Petunia had moved on with her life when it was a given that Lily was a Freak and would leave their home, going off to attend a school full of Freaks that were just like her. And so began the peaceful, normal life of Petunia, later in her teenage years of meeting her boyfriend; Vernon Dursley. Five years had passed from then before Vernon asked for Petunia to marry him. She had been thrilled and accepted without the discussion of her parents.

It was the start of a beautiful normal life that had grown when Petunia found out that she was pregnant. At first she had been worried and concerned for her health, but the doctors had told her that she was healthy and the child was too healthy. When her child had been born, Petunia had sworn that she would give her beautiful baby, Dudley, anything he wanted.

However, the morning she went out the front door to collect the morning paper and the delivered milk, her life had changed for the worst. Because as she looked down on her doorstep, she couldn't help but shriek in horror and fright at the sight of a beautiful sleeping baby, with a letter tucked in the hem of the blanket. Quickly picking up the letter and reading through it, she felt the undeniable sadness welling up inside of at the news of her sister's death. While Petunia had lived her life resenting and hating her little sister, that didn't mean she didn't care for Lily, because she did love her little sister. And now that Lily had been killed along with her husband, Petunia had her moment of mourning, praying softly that her sister was in a better place. But now...

Her mind began racing with the prospect of having her sister's child in her home, a place where it was meant to be normal. And now, that world had dared to think that they could force her nephew onto her and demand that she take care of him because he was family to her. She mentally scoffed and openly scowled at the thought of considering this little thing as family. No, she would not allow her little Duddykins to be in the same breathing space as the child before her.

Thinking quickly, she left the child on the doorstep to talk to her husband who was at the table, reading the local newspaper. He turned to her with a smile, that she returned and began to speak quietly to him, explaining the situation. Vernon, quick to agree with his wife, had grabbed the child after destroying the letter and drove away to the nearest orphanage, aware of the events that he had set into motion of a new and unplanned future. And as Vernon left the baby on the doorstep to Brozton's Orphange, he was completely unaware of the glowing green eyes and piercing silver orbs watching him go with small smiles on their faces, expressions that spoke of vengeance that would be promised, no matter how much time would pass.

'And so it begins...'

Ten Years Later...

Severus Snape, Potion's Professor of Hogwarts; School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, was in the foulest mood he had ever been in. Though that was a given considering he had always been in a foul mood. But this just pushed him to the point where he had completely transformed his office into looking like Hell Hounds had visited him and redecorated his office. After seeing the destruction, he took the time to calm himself and fixed his surrounded before stalking to his destination, with his black robes billowing out behind him all the way.

He growled out, "Honeycombs," as the Headmaster's ridiculous password for the gargoyle, to which had leapt to the side and show the staircase to the Headmaster's office. He stalked up the stairs silently and entered the room, not even bothering to knock and play games with the old man who sat behind the closed doors.

"Ah Severus, thank you for coming on such short notice." Severus merely nodded at the old man sitting behind the large wooden desk. He was known as Albus Dumbledore, the most powerful wizard in the world and Leader of the Light. He sat in his high-back chair, fingers entwined in front of him, with a welcoming grandfatherly smile and twinkling blue eyes. It was at times like this that Severus hated the old man more than anything. To Severus, he was nothing more than a manipulating old man that had an insane sense righteousness and only ever thought of the 'Greater Good'. It sickened Severus to no end that the Headmaster would use people so that it would lead the magical world to peace and would play with the lives of those he thought would be useful.

But the Headmaster was not alone, seeing as the Headmistress, Minerva McGonagall was also present, sitting in one of the chairs in front of the desk. And now, the Headmaster wished to discuss the one topic that caused Severus both pain and such deep loathing that Severus wondered how long he could contain it till he reached his chambers and let it unleash.

Harry James Potter.

A boy that was the son of Severus' most hateful enemy and of the woman he loved and held dear. It seemed the Fates had placed him in this position for the purpose of him answering to his crimes against the Potter's. And there wasn't a moment that passed that Severus did not regret that night. If he had the chance to change what happened those ten years ago, he would do so and save Lily, his former best friend and the child she would have been carrying. He had pleaded to the Dark Lord to spare her life, in the hope of his service to the Dark Lord had meant something and that his wish would be granted. But Severus knew that it was false hope and so had turned to the Headmaster, begging for him to protect Lily and the child.

And now, as he thought back to that day when he rushed to Godric's Hollow, only to find his love dead while trying to protect her son, he swore that he would try and protect the child of Lily in the hopes that it would be possible for Lily to forgive him for what he done when they went to Hogwarts together.

'I'm sorry, Lily. But this time, I will not fail you. I will protect your child, no matter who the father was.' He snarled at the mere thought of James Potter, his tormentor and all-time enemy. A bully in school, though called a 'prankster' and the man who had stolen the one woman who meant the world to Severus.

"Now, it's come to my attention that Harry Potter will be attending Hogwarts this coming September. I wish for the three of us to go and meet Harry, and introduce him to the Wizarding World." Albus smiled softly, as if in a daze at all the plans he had been working on for this moment to come and take form.

Severus was disgusted with the old Headmaster, well aware of his manipulations and what he had planned for when the Potter brat would attend Hogwarts. However, Severus would be sure to protect the boy and make sure that he was safe, if only for Lily's sake and the promise of keeping him safe.

"Albus, is it really necessary for all three of us to visit and meet the boy? Who will attend to Hogwarts while we are absent?" Minerva was a very stern and strict woman, always wanting to make sure that if things were to be done, they were to be done properly. Albus merely shook his head fondly at her, still smiling happily.

"I wish for the boy to know who to turn to if he is in need of assistance while attending Hogwarts. He will most likely end up in Gryffindor, and who better to know and turn to when troubled than the Head of Gryffindor House." Minerva remained silent, merely sending a pointed and narrowed eyed look to the old man.

"And why, might I enquire, am I being pulled into this little parade?" Severus asked in a cold and silky voice, making sure to put his point across that he wanted no part in any of the topic and little excursion they were going on.

"Severus, I need your assistance if the boy ever needs protection. The wards will need to be looked over and possibly be made stronger around the house. And, you also know Petunia Dursley, do you not?" Albus questioned.

"Don't even think for a moment that I would willingly converse with a filthy Muggle like her! She hated Lily and was jealous of what Lily had! She's a pathetic Muggle that couldn't look past the differences that she and her own sister had!" Snape snapped, furious at the mere thought and idea of seeing Lily's sister again after so many years and then conversing with her.

"Come now Severus, Petunia cannot be that bad," Albus convinced gently.

"Have you actually had the pleasure of meeting the woman?" Snape snarled, hissing the words to add effect to his disgust.

"No, but-"

"Then you have no idea what it is that I am talking about!" Snape ended the conversation with a deadly glare that caused the Headmaster to go quiet. Minerva said nothing as she was in agreement with Severus, having observed the Dursley's herself and knowing what exactly Severus was talking about. Professor McGonagall had been against the idea of leaving the boy with his Muggle family, and somehow knew that the meeting with Harry Potter will not turn out the way anyone had hoped or anticipated.

"Well then, we must be on our way then." Albus walked with confidence and great anticipation at going to meet and greet the Saviour. He had placed the boy with his Muggle relatives in the hopes of the boy not allowing the fame of the Wizarding World go to his head and becoming over-confident and egotistical. He needed the boy to know humility and respect to those who were above him and Albus felt it best that that would only be achieved when the child was with the Dursley's. He knew all about the Dursley's and their great dislike towards anything that wasn't considered normal to them. But Albus knew that what he did, and his plans had been for the best, for the sake of the Greater Good.

If one sacrifice was needed for the safety the world and a brighter future, then Albus will do so. 'It is for the Greater Good...' He just hoped that Harry Potter would forgive him for all that he had done and much more.

Little did the Headmaster know, was that when they arrive at the Dursley's to retrieve Harry Potter, the Boy-Who-Lived and Saviour of the Wizarding World, they will find that he had not been raised by the Dursley's and had in fact been left at an orphanage. And that all of Albus Dumbledore's plans were going to break and shatter before his eyes.

Mrs. Pensel was the Matron of Brozton's Orphanage. Having managed the place with the help of her staff for many years, she made sure that all the children were fed and looked after. Though the funds were limited for the orphanage, she kept the place in working condition. It was a poor orphanage that didn't have much, but Mrs. Pensel had put a lot of work into keeping the place from shutting down. The children were like her own, each holding a piece of her heart. She treasured and cared for them and would always be there for them.

Well... all except for one.

She felt a sense of dread and terror every time she thought of that child. Merely looking at him was like having been exposed and stripped bare of all the secrets that someone possessed. It was unnerving and not normal. And, although Mrs. Pensel shouldn't judge the child by appearance, she couldn't deny that he was the most beautiful child she had ever seen.

He was a child of both Heaven and Hell. The beauty and charm of an angel, while also having a murderous intent and darkness of a demon from the deepest depths of Hell.

From the moment she had been given the child from a very large and angry beast of a man, she never thought she would ever come to fear a child. But this one in particular had been different from all the others. Sure he was a prodigy, and did well on his studies. The Professors were all impressed with how smart and well-mannered he was, not to mention how charming and angelic he acted. And, though the boy had the trust and respect of the Professors, Mrs. Pensel knew better.

A knocked sounded at her office door, drawing her mind to reality and away from her haunted thoughts. "Enter," she called out and the door opened to the odd sight of three adults. She raised a brow in surprise and slight caution at the speculative attire each of the three people were wearing. She wasn't a woman who saw fit to wear the latest trends of the world, but knew what to expect when meeting people for the first time and what to look for as a first impression.

These three people were definitely not from around town.

"Mrs. Pensel, a pleasure to meet you. My name is Albus Dumbledore, Headmaster of a prestigious boarding school in Scotland. This is the Deputy Headmistress, Minerva McGonagall and Professor Severus Snape." An old man with a long white beard spoke. She gaze at him for a moment, taking in the long silver and blue robe-like dress with imprints of stars all over. She stared at the old man for a moment before sighing and gestured them to take a seat.

"What is it I can do for you, Mr... Dumbledore." Mrs. Pensel tried pronouncing it right, and from the smile of the old man, she apparently had. Looking serious and stern, Mrs. Pensel waited for possible business to occur.

"It is our understanding that you have a ward by the name of Harry James Potter." Albus gave a soft smile, looking imploringly at the woman across from him. And froze as soon as he saw the look of dread and fear come across the woman's face. Albus also noticed the way Minerva and Severus seemed to tense when they saw the woman's reaction.

"For what purpose would you want to know about Hadrian?" She breathed out slowly, feeling cold and empty all of a sudden.

Albus didn't reply for a moment, only studying the woman and trying to understand why the woman give such a reaction the mention of Harry Potter. "He has been registered to attend a private school since he was born. His parents has also been enrolled, and attended. We have come to discuss with him about attending. He's a very gifted child."

Mrs. Pensel was silent for a moment, merely staring at the man before blinking and taking a breath, "So you wish for him to attend your private school for gifted children?" Was it wrong at how hopeful she sounded and was noticed by the three guests in front of her.

"Yes. We wondering if you could tell us about young Harry." Severus would have scoffed at the mention of 'we', but held his tongue. If the boy was anything like his father, than Severus would only keep his protection of the boy to the minimum at best. He would not go out of his way to help and support a boy as arrogant and a bully. No, he would only to protect the boy for the sake of Lily and her legacy.

"He prefers to be called Hadrian..." She spoke lowly, "And... well, he's a very charming young boy. The Professor's at the school that the children attend are very happy and glad with how well he's doing. Hadrian is at the top of his classes and has been the leading student of his year ever since he started attending. Every time that I see him, he is either reading books or studying for upcoming tests." She smiled slightly, making the wizards relax slightly and thinking nothing of the earlier reaction of the woman. "But then..." She trailed off, her face going blank and pale.

"Did something happen with Hadrian?" Minerva had to ask, thinking the worst when it came to Lily's son. Severus couldn't help but think the same way.

"Oh, nothing really serious... Just that, well... I tend to notice things happening whenever Hadrian is around the other children."

"What kind of things?" Minerva questioned sternly.

"I see the fear in the children's eyes. Whenever he steps into a room, the children immediately turn and stare at him... as if waiting for him to do something." She paused a moment to inhale deeply. "When he was handed to me at the door by that repulsive man, I thought that he was just one of those men that didn't care for children and wanted to get rid of him. He was such a beautiful child when I first saw him. He didn't cry like all the other babies, he merely watched the world curiously. It was different, but I thought nothing of it at the time." Albus was starting to worry a little. This conversation was starting to bring a memory to him, one that he wished to never remember for sake of his sanity. "Accidents started to happen. Children stopped speaking and were beginning to become so scared, they would scream at night." Albus wasn't the only to notice that Mrs. Pensel was trembling.

"It started with Jimmy, he was seven and saw Hadrian, who was only three at the time. He taunted Hadrian, saying he was... different from the other children and said some hurtful things. I tried to stop Jimmy and discipline him, but..." Mrs. Pensel let out a shaky breath, holding her head in her hand as she seemed to sag in her chair. "It didn't stop there..."

"What happened, Mrs. Pensel?" Albus urged gently, needing to know if there was something he could do for the boy from knowing this. He needed to steer the boy in the right path, no matter what.

"Jimmy came down to breakfast one morning, and he seemed to be... empty, for lack of a better word. He wouldn't talk, wouldn't respond to anyone's calls. He simply sat at the table, not eating at all and stared at nothing. I thought he was scared, like the other children. Oh..." The woman laughed bitterly, "How wrong I was."

"Is Jimmy alright?" Minerva asked worriedly.

Mrs. Pensel was silent for a moment, a blank expression on her pale face. She had aged before their eyes, looking older than she should. "Jimmy died on his eighth birthday..." She whispered in a broken tone.

Shocked silence, that was all it was the filled the room after the words were spoken. Albus felt nothing but dread and despair, thinking of all the wrong doings he had done and planned for the boy, only to be met with this tragic and horrifying news. It seemed that Albus' plans were taking a turn for the worse.

What had he done?

Was Harry able to be turned into the Saviour he was meant to be?

"Are you saying that Harry Potter killed this Jimmy boy?" Minerva demanded to know, and hoped above all else that Harry hadn't committed murder.

"No." Mrs. Pensel shook her head, denying her claim. "Jimmy... He killed himself." A tear ran down the woman's face at the loss of the child. "We don't know exactly how it happened. The police only said that Jimmy committed suicide by jumping off the roof. He broke his neck..."

"How does this involve young Harry?"

"He smiled at me... That day when Jimmy died, I immediately looked to Hadrian and tried to see any sign of it being him who was responsible. But he merely looked back at me and smiled. I knew it was him."

"That is-" Minerva began to raise her voice, ready to tell the woman off for such an accusation towards a child.

"Why did you not say this to anyone else?" Severus questioned, his voice emotionless.

"What could I have said?" She snapped back, eyes shining with pain. "To the other adults, to the Professors, to anyone that meets the boy, he is nothing but a gentle and kind soul. In their eyes, he is the most innocent of all." She shook her head again, trying desperately to keep herself together while under the emotional stress.

"To the world, Hadrian is an angel from Heaven."

Albus sighed heavily, feeling a large weight on his shoulders. "May we please meet young Harry, Mrs. Pensel?"

Mrs. Pensel nodded before leading them out the door and taking them to the room where the child that haunted her resided. She stopped in front of the door, pausing for a moment before gathering her wits and knocking on the door, before opening the door slowly.

"Hadrian? There are some people here who wish to speak with you."

The room was dark, the shadows retreating slightly at the light the door had brought in. For a moment, Severus could have sworn he saw some of the dark shadows moving, but quickly vanished the thought. There was no possibility of the shadows moving. And as the three Professor's scanned the room, taking the modern sized wardrobe, tidy single bed and small desk with few papers and rickety chair. It was small and cold, but decent enough for a child.

However, they all froze when they saw a dark figure sitting on the window sill. With how it was, they couldn't make a clear image of the person, but one thing did seem to stand out in the dark and look right at them were two glowing green eyes. The wizards held their breath, and placed their hands instantly on their hidden wands. The bulb in the ceiling flickered on to brighten the room, the shadows disappearing.

Albus stopped and stared at the child before him. Shock and terror filled his heart at the mere sight of the child that was destined to defeat the darkest and most powerful wizard in the world. Yet... when he looked at the child before, all he saw was a young boy that he had met fifty years ago. It was disturbing to see how similar the boy looked to another boy named Tom Marvolo Riddle, who later on became the Dark Lord; Voldemort.

Severus stood frozen, in awe and fear of the boy in front of him. Though he knew that the boy was a Potter, for their were certain features that confirm his name and title, but there was something else. At first glance, Severus had thought he was looking at Lord Voldemort, only a more younger version. It was unnerving and Severus had to stop himself from looking down as a show of submission.

Minerva had been very wary from the start with placing Harry Potter with his relatives, only to be informed that he had been taken to an orphanage and had spent the first ten years of his life a place like this. She had tried on many occasions to tell Albus that the boy's relatives were the worst of their kind. It truly was a shame that Albus thought it best for the boy to stay with his relatives, and as a result, was abandoned to live in an orphanage.

Now, the three wizards stood shocked and still at the sight of the boy, and what a sight it was.

Night raven hair that curled at some tips but mainly was straight and fell just passed the boy's shoulders. He had fair and unmarred skin, seeming to glow in what little light the room had. His facial features drew all eyes in, with a strong jaw and high cheekbones, one would think that he had was a dark pureblood heir. The boy had seemed to inherit from of his grandmother's intimidating stature and graceful elegance. In fact, he looked more like a pureblood Black heir than a Potter heir. He was beautiful and dark, like an angel that was cast out of heaven, only to become a demon of darkness. And to prove it all, the most alluring and vibrant green eyes were staring at them like mere insects to be dissected.

For the three wizards, it was like looking into the eyes of Death itself.

"Hello." He spoke silky smooth and cold voice, eyes piercing into each of the Professors.

This chapter took me longer than I had thought cause I got stuck on whose Points of View I should put into this chapter. Well, I think I've sorted it out now. I am truly sorry for any errors that appear in this story, please bear with me. I do not have a beta, this is all me.

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