Thanks to everyone who reviewed the story. Toall of those who are asking; Yes I did get the idea of the story from Deprived, but I can promise you that in esence the story will be completely different (Sorry, I have read Deprived and I am not confident enough to compete with that, so I decided to make the story completely different). Anyways, Thanks for everything and please forgive any mistakes I make, this is my first Fic.

James and Lily had been ecstatic when Adam was proclaimed to be the boy who lived. Albus had seen the scar on the boy. It was a nasty gash that formed a "V" pattern on his right cheek, nothing to be proud of, but his former pupils wouldn´t hear his voice. The scar would come to be more of a curse than a blessing in years to come, but until they were proven completely and absolutely wrong the Potters wouldn´t listen even if it was Merlin himself speaking to them. The Headmaster chuckled lightly at this image, some of the twinkle in his eyes increasing slightly only to diminish again and disappear.

Yes, that day had been the start of a good life for Adam Potter. Still, he couldn´t help the guilt that washed over him when he remembered everything that had happened afterward. Harry Potter, a brilliant child, if his memory did not fault him. He remembered all those times he spoke with the elder Potter twin. The boy was incredibly bright. He knew things and asked questions people older and far more powerful than him would be proud to voice.

The child had an uncanny knack for solving mysteries. He wanted to know why things happened. Little Harry was never content with any answer. He wanted to know everything. Albus found himself wanting him in Hogwarts before his time.

A single tear slid down the Headmaster´s old and wrinkled skin. It had been far too many years… a child´s mind would judge time to be relative.

Now, he was hanging onto a single thread of hope. His last hope if you may say. He thought it to be an ingenious plan in an almost childish way. Sometimes the simplest answer was by far the best.

Owls, of course. Magic was an odd thing, it served a purpose or none at all, but it was still there. Every year the magical registry of Hogwarts would produce a letter to each and every magical child of Britain. Be it muggle or wizard children both would receive the letter no matter what. The magic in the registry impeded it to act otherwise. The registry, thus, would not rest until each and every letter it sent was received by the addressee.

The Headmaster´s plan was simple, he would sit back and wait until the registry produced the letters, then a simple tracking charm would be placed on the owl that would deliver Harry´s letter. If Merlin permitted it, the letter would reach Harry pinpointing his location to the Headmaster. It was a horribly simple plan, too simple to work, or so the Headmaster thought, but if there was even the smallest of chances that it would work, he would make sure to help in any way he could.

He couldn't glance back. He kept on running, his lungs began to ache and his muscles began cramping. Still, he couldn´t stop. His sight began to blur. Now, he could barely make out the roots of trees and rocks strewn haphazardly along the path. He constantly tripped and Seria had to stop to help him up. The lack of light didn´t help either. He didn´t have a wand and although he could cast wandless magic his malnourished state would only keep his magic flowing for a few seconds. It didn´t matter, the distance between him and Seria and them was getting shorter by the minute. They were right behind them and he knew it. Seria wasn´t saying anything but he knew he was slowing her down. He couldn´t go on for much longer. He slowed down and stopped.

"Seria" pale grey eyes turned to look at him

"What are you doing? Run!" She grabbed his hand and tried to pull him forwards.

"I-I can´t go on" Her eyes widened for a moment before a fiery determination settled in them

"Of course you can!" "Start running now or I´ll… I´ll stay here with you!" She grabbed his hand and tried to pull it forward. It was futile, Harry couldn´t go on, the cut on his right tight was bleeding profusely. It hurt, he didn´t mind it, but Seria wasn´t going as fast as she could because of him. If they kept going at this pace they would eventually be caught.

"Seria, go on, I´ll catch up with you later"

"No! You"- she tried to pull him forward- "are"- she pulled again-"coming"-and again-"with me!"

It was too much for her ten year old body. He fell over her. Her eyes became humid. Good, she finally understood.

"Is there really no way?" she whispered to him.

He shook his head.

"Fine" she sounded defeated. "Promise me" She locked eyes with him "Look at me! Promise me, Promise me Eagle! Promise me you´ll catch up!"

"I-I"

"Eagle! "

He sighed "I promise"

Footsteps could be heard approaching. Seria shot upwards, helping him up with her. She planted a kiss on his cheek before she turned around and started running. He absentmindedly rubbed the place she had kissed before making his own start. Little time had passed before they caught up with him. A sudden fear struck him and he prayed Seria had enough time to get away. His heart began beating even louder as all his fears slowly became reality. Instinct kicked in, he started gathering his magic reserves. He wouldn´t escape this one, that much was clear, but Seria would get away. He would make sure of that.

Green eyes glimmered dangerously as they set to fight. He swallowed his fear and fully embraced the possibility, for the first time in years, of dying. He looked back and there they were. Three of them, each with the tell-tale runes printed on their faces and the black robes and capes flowing behind them. Their wands casting an illuminating charm. He looked into his magical reserves. It was enough for protection. The more time the battle lasted the more time he´d give Seria to escape. The first spell flashed and he barely had time to evade it before a second and third spells were thrown his way. Soon, he was jumping around avoiding all kinds of spells he had never seen. He wasn´t thinking anymore just dodging wildly and relying purely on instinct. He kept going for what seemed a long time before the first spell struck him.

The cruciatus curse. No matter how many times they performed it on you, you never really grew accustomed. Pain; A distant part of his mind registered the word. He gave a whale of agony as he fell to the ground. A thousand daggers cut through his skin. He screamed. All his thoughts abandoned him as he struggled to stay lucid. Flames scorched every single nerve ending throughout his body. A thousand years passed before the curse was released. He was left trembling and with no force. His magical reserves were almost completely exhausted after fighting it.

One of the three men approached him. He assessed his reserves. Enough power for about two spells without wand; about ten if he could get a hand on one. He let himself close his eyes aware of the disadvantages it gave him. He didn´t like it, but if it buyed time for Seria he was fine with it.

He felt the robed man come closer. He knelt down to feel his pulse.

"Yarde viel"

He couldn´t understand the language, he could pinpoint it was one of the Ancient but nothing else. If his hopes were correct they thought he was unconscious. He noticed the man´s hand placed directly over his heart. Great, just where he needed it. With a sudden surge of magic he pushed a potent stunning spell through his skin. The other wizard was hit and fell to his knees before tumbling and hitting the ground. He scrambled to his feet and grabbed the wand the wizard was still clutching in his hands. He conjured a Protego just before the foreign wizards released a new wave of spells. The spells crashed into his shield with such force he was barely able to hold it. He dispelled the shield for a second and sent three stunners towards the two standing wizards. One of them dodged but the other was hit. He sighed in relief. It would be so much easier to distract a single wizard.

The fight went on. He was relying solely on dodging and shield charms. He didn´t have the strength to Dissapparate and he was sure that they´d taken measures from preventing the captives of escaping by such means. And even if he could, he was quite sure he didn´t have the energy to do it without splinching.

He felt his magical core slowly, painstakingly draining. He was sure the fight had gone on for a good ten minutes now. It felt like ages, and his only consolation was hoping Seria would be alright. She owed it to her after all.

His Protego started to waver; his attacker intensified the power of his spells. His Protego disappeared and several spells hit him. He felt his consciousness abandoning him, he couldn´t help it; he smirked. He wasn´t kept in the High Security cells for nothing. And just as he lost touch with reality he felt the tell-tale rush of ancient magic through his veins. He´d fall but he´d take every enemy down with him.

The Headmaster was contemplating his predicament with a mixture of disbelief, resignation, and sadness. His last hope was getting weaker by the second while he contemplated all possibilities. His plan had been far from perfect perfect. Still, he held to that single strand of hope he had. His worst fears were confirmed when he found out the owl could not deliver the letter. He had tracked the letter across several countries before it stopped advancing. The owl then entered a sort of trance in which it was forced to hover over a certain place without ever stopping. At first he had thought it to be inconsequential, for the area the owl was circling was very broad. It struck him as odd once the owl had circled the same place for the third time.

Fearful that his worst prospects had been confirmed, he Apparated to Egypt, more precisely Alexandria were the owl was following its established route. Unfortunately for him he found out there was absolutely nothing he could do.

Hogwarts´s registry used very powerful compulsive magic so that owls felt the need to deliver the letter to each and every student. That way it wasn´t just something the bird did out of loyalty to its familiar; It became a need akin to surviving. This proved useful when a student was very hard to come by or contact. While Hogwarts´s magic was very ancient and powerful, the wards placed around the city of Alexandria were very powerful themselves. Alexandria was traditionally guarded by a tribe of nymphs Alexander the Great had brought along with him when he founded the city. The clan had perfectioned its wards for thousands of years and guarded all the secrets of the city zealously.

Dumbledore could do nothing about it, and watched silently as his last strand of hope dissolved in thin air. He brought the poor owl back with him seeing as it would only suffer while trying to deliver something to someone that was protected by magic even more ancient and powerful than the one the Hogwarts´ Founders with all their magical prowess could do.

A/N

Well, Thanks to everyone who read it. I am afraid I am quite bad at writting so I´m sorry if there are spelling or Grammar mistakes. I did the best I could. Well every, comment, correction and opinion is appreciated, so if you want to voice a tought on the story do not hesitate to review.