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Chapter 2

The Perfect Prey:


It was a busy morning in the Potter household as Lily rushed from room to room making last minute adjustments and screeching at house elves who were evidently doing everything wrong!

As Lily took care of the house, James was seated on the bathroom toilet seat, thoroughly combing through his youngest son, Nathan's hair, adding some gel to make it stay just so, until he finally had it perfected.

Wearing a pair of expensive black trousers, crimson colored trainers, and a matching sweater vest, Nate Potter looked picture perfect and absolutely adorable, all ready for his first interview with his parents for the front cover of the Daily Prophet.

"A Look Inside The Chosen One's Home" would be what the title would read and the whole article would be designated to all about growing up inside Potter Manor and even James and Lily would be questioned about what it was like to be the parents of none other, then the Wizarding World's savior himself.

The article would even include a tour of the entire mansion! Therefore, because of that reason Harry was pushed outside the door leading towards the backyard so that he wouldn't track dirt through the house, distract the house elves, or be a pest during the interview.

The last words spoken to him was "make yourself scarce..." which Lily Potter had hissed while herding the young boy out the back door and balancing several pots and pans in her other hand, that she had currently been in the middle of putting away in their proper place.

Now hiking around, grasping a large stick, Harry stumbled through the dense expansion of forest vegetation behind the manor in which he resided.

Although Harry was only four he was fairly intelligent for his age. Perhaps it was because of the lack of attention he received from his parents which forced him to become a lot more independent then most other children in his age group would be, or maybe it was simply because deep down he was a gifted child as well, he may not be the golden boy, but he was still the blood son of two of the most famed aurors in all of the Wizarding World.

But, for whatever reason Harry was not the ignorant and imbecilic little kid his parents deemed him to be.

He was definitely more intelligent then the norm and he understood many things, but one thing he was never able to fully grasp was why his parents despised him so much...

What had he done?

He had always tried to be a good son and brother, following the rules, obeying orders, helping out when needed, showing love when the recipient desired, however it seemed like nothing was ever enough for his parents.

After a while he came to terms that it wasn't really his fault, that he had done nothing wrong, but that they just didn't have time for him. If Nate was going to live up to his high expectations, he needed their absolute and full attention, and that was something he'd just have to learn to accept.

And accept he would, in time... but not alone.


Nagini, Voldemort's faithful servant and most trusted advisor hissed along a path in the forest right outside the Potter Manor wards.

She was hungry and naturally was sleuthing for a good meal.

For Nagini was a snake, but not just any snake, she was absolutely enormous, over a dozen feet long and at least 6 inches wide.

For many of the deatheaters, Nagini struck fear into their very hearts, with her blood red eyes and sharp, pointy teeth, she looked the ideal image of a nightmare that had come to life, a demon from the gates of hell itself, and today, today she was particularly hungry.

Slithering around the dense forest floor, Nagini began scoping out the next unfortunate victim she would make into her morning meal.

Mice scurried out from around her, running frantically every which way, however she simply payed them no heed and continued on.

Her appetite was larger today and would not be fulfilled or satisfied by just a few dozen mice.

She needed a bigger prey this morning, perhaps a large fox or...

Suddenly a loud noise brought her from her silent musing.

Looking around suspiciously, she noticed a small boy around the age of what appeared to be four or five years old.

It looked as though he had tripped over a fallen branch and took a tumble down a little cliff, scraping his knee through his pants in the process, holding his injured and bleeding knee, he scrunched up his face and bared through the pain.

He was injured, small, and in a weak state...

He was the perfect prey.