Author's Note: Wow! Five minutes posting this fanfic and I get five emails about reviews! Wait till it gets more popular! Special treat too! Chapter three is up already, and maybe a chapter four tomorrow! Hey . . . I've got nothing better to do. Other than watch TV and all that . . . unless those HP/LV fanfics I subscribed to update soon. Speaking of HP/LV! It will be in later chapters! Enjoy chapter three everyone!

The Collision of Forces

Chapter Three

Rain began to pour on the tranquil street of Privet Drive as many people resided within their homes to wait out the thundering forces of nature. The last of daylight drifted away on the horizon, while thundering clouds remained overhead in the darkness as the sky gave a threating roar. The only guild within the darkness, would be the street lights that gave a threatening glow as they loomed over the surreal homes.

Harry began to shiver within the shadows as the rain began to drench through his blood-stained cloths, while he attempted to escape within the forest to forever escape his relatives clutches. Not even a terrible storm like this would make him turn back now, because after all, he vowed the moment he left, he would never return. A sharp chill was sent up Harry's spine as he gave a hiss of annoyance, the smartest thing to do would've been to bring a coat before exiting the house . . . and maybe some food as well . . .

Young Harry stared out into the shadows of the forest as he reached the edge of Privet Drive, while silently cursing to himself. The path was too dark to see at night, and there will be no lighting to show him the way, save for the lightning of the storm. The boy let out a sigh of annoyance until an idea formed within his thoughts, 'If I could focus my magic to the palm of my hand and form it into light, maybe I could make a flashlight of some sorts. Oh well, it's worth a try . . .'

Harry focused his energy into his hand and the form of light while he felt the magic pulsing through his veins from concentration. The boy's palm began to glow as a white light shrouded his entire hand, leading the way in the path of darkness . . .

"I'm finally leaving . . ." young Harry Potter murmured under his breath as a small puff of smoke appeared from his cold breath, signaling the drop in temperature while he entered into the shadows of the endless-looking group of trees.

Deep within the confides of the forest a piercing scream was heard, for it was the final cry of a muggle women who was unfortunate enough to be in the area at the time. Crimson eyes glowed in the shadows of the forest as the body was left within the tainted bushes that were stained in the women's blood. For those who had heard the stories of the most powerful Dark Lord in the century dare not speak his name, while the few others who step before the Dark Lord ended up dead. His true name, though many dare not speak it, was Lord Voldemort who began a revolution against the unlawful restrictions toward dark wizards and creatures put in place by the light wizards. Now, You-know-who rises again after the retrieval of the Philosopher's Stone after being killed by a mere child.

The cloaked figure gave a low growl in memory of his defeat at Godric's Hollow by a mere baby! It was a wonder, though, how the young boy had survived the blast of the Avada Kedavra killing curse had peaked the Dark Lord curiosity. After the retrieval of his body to finally free himself of seven years wondering the Earth, he had apparatedaway from Hogwarts while barely escaping Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore, the leader of the light.

The crunching of leaves rang throughout the forest as the Dark Lord froze in place, using a well placed Disillusionment charm and a Muggle-Repelling charm to avoid being spotting. After all, he wasn't in the mood for any more disturbances. Though, surprisingly enough, the presence continued to move closer towards his location though the Muggle-Repelling charm was in effect.

A youngboy stained in blood continued to move forward while the palm of his hand glowed in a blinding light. He seemed no older than the age of eight with Avada Kedavra green eyes that glowed within the shadows, while the boy paused in step as he stared towards the Dark Lord's direction.

"Who are you, and why are you invisible?"

Voldemort's eyes widened in surprise as he deactivated the charm that hid his form, while crimson eyes met green in both surprise and curiosity.

"Your powerful . . . I can sense it. Are you alone like me?" The blood-stained boy asked out of curiosity as a crash of thunder rang throughout the tension of the forest.

"Yes, I am alone as well . . . where is your family?" Voldemort replied as the feeling of the boy's magic emitted from his aura . . . a child with this much power like himself, at such a young age as well, was rare to come across after all.

". . . Don't have one, killed them off just recently. They've been abusing me for years now, and when I heard them plotting my death, I discovered this . . . magic . . . withing myself. So I did what they were about to do to me," The boy chanted in a deadly tone at the memory of those very people, while feeling no issues in confiding with this man . . . he had no reason to attack him after all.

Voldemort stared at this child in bewilderment while the darkness concealed the shock that so obviously played on his features. This child was so much like himself, yet managed to revolt against his abusers at a younger age . . . this child . . .

"If you wish, you may come with me. I have a manor not too far away, and I could teach you the ways of magic and what you are truly capable of. The choice is yours."

Harry stared at the man for a second with bewilderment playing on his pale features . . . it was odd really, here he was, nowhere to go, and this man just appears and offers to teach him about his powers. Though one though made Harry's awareness increase, 'The man . . . he smells like blood. He had recently killed someone as well . . . it would be best to remain alert around him.'

"I will go with you . . ."

Voldemort's smirk was hidden within the shadows of the forest, thundering rain had been long forgotten at the beginning of the encounter as Voldemort began to move closer toward the boy.

"Alright, I will apparate us to my manor, so it would be best if you hang on," Voldemortstated as he wrapped his arms around the small form who had flinched for a second, until the better judgment of the boy decided it may be best to heed the man's warning.

They disappeared without a trace as they exited the forest's plane of existence . . .

Alarm rang through the headmaster's office as recent news stated that Harry Potter had exited the area of Little Whinging in Surrey, England. The tracker charm had been disabled as chaos struck the room of the headmaster in a matter of seconds.

"Albus, what's wrong?! What's with this bloody noise?!" Remus screeched as he covered his ears from the sudden alarm that echoed throughout the room.

"I'm afraid Harry James Potter is not in the area of Little Whinging anymore . . ." Albus stated as the noise quickly faded away into silence while Remus stared in a mixture of shock and anger.

"My godson is missing?! How is this possible?! Your suppose to protect him!" Remus yelled as worry over-took his features, Harry was his godson after all, and he would do everything in his power to protect him from the dark forces.

"Remus . . . I don't know how to put this, but this means Harry has been recently ether apparated, ran away, is in an area with powerful wards, or had been killed . . ."

"My godson can't be dead old-coot!" Remus shouted as the worst possible thought screeched through his mind, though hope that he was worrying for nothing rang strongly though his mind, hopefully Harry was alive and well . . .

"We can only hope Remus . . . we can only hope . . ."

Three chapters up in the same day?! I'm on a roll here! What's even more shocking was that five minutes after posting this fanfic, my inbox had five emails about story alerts! This fanfic is going to be a hit! Ki-chan even has a few reviews already! Yay! Now . . . will Harry be going to Hogwarts or Durmstrang . . . Hogwarts or Durmstrang . . . oh well! Let's let the story take it's course for now!

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