A/N Hello people it's me again. I'm feeling rather down at the moment because nobody reviewed my last chapter. (starts crying) There were more than a 150 people who read the chapter but not a single one reviewed. (sigh ) Oh well, at least I know that people are still actually reading my story even though no one wants to tell me what they think. Well, what can I do?

I'm sure most of you are wondering why I called those who possessed magic as either 'soulmasters' or 'shadowmasters' in earlier chapters but now I call them witches and wizards. Let's just say that the terms 'shadowmasters' and 'soulmasters' are not often used in Harry's time. The explanation is in the story so please continue reading.

(taken from the last chapter)

Taking a step forward, he soon found himself tripping across a root of a tree but instead of falling off the cliff, his face collided into a large tree. With a small groan of pain, he drifted off or should I say slumped off into unconsciousness. His body fell with a large 'thud' backwards and next to him lay the sword of Gryffindor. (Which Harry had dropped.)

Fate it seems has a rather large sense of humor.

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(Somewhere in Hogsmeade)

"Albus, Severus has sent word that there will be an attack tonight at Godric's Hollow. It seems that Peter has betrayed the King," said Arthur Weasley to an aged wizard dressed in bright purple robes. His beard was as long as his hair and he was the leader of the Order of the Phoenix.

"Send out a team of our most skilled witches and wizards to help them," said Albus with barely controlled fury. How could Peter betray his King and childhood friend? Did glory and fame mean much more than loyalty and friendship to Peter? James should never have trusted him.

"They're already on their way," answered Arthur as he made his way out to join the team.

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(Somewhere in Slytherin)

"My Lord, I have news from Severus," said a man with hair so blond that it was almost silver. He was currently standing at the balcony of a large castle hidden in a valley many call 'Death's valley' for anyone that ventured into the valley almost never returned.

"What did he say, Lucius?" asked a soft seductive voice that seemed almost far away at that moment. It was almost like the owner of the voice was in a trance; thinking about something or someone else as he gazed far across the wide star lit sky with a small smile playing across his lips.

Chills ran through Lucius' spine as he listened to that soft seductive voice. He could get lost in it and he would not mind never ever finding a way out. But deep down he knew that his Lord was thinking of someone else.

"It seems, my Lord, that Peter Pettigrew has betrayed James Potter. The Dark Lord has sent out an army of riders to Godric's Hollow this very night," answered Lucius to the man leaning over the edge of the balcony.

"Gather around five of our best wizards and witches. Also, prepare a horse for me. I will accompany them," said the man, his voice had hardened and his eyes had narrowed in anger.

In the past he would have said 'shadowmasters' instead of witches and wizards but it seemed that things had changed after over five hundred years.

At this present time, both light and dark magic were practiced by all who possessed magic and they referred to themselves as wizards or witches. This amused him greatly as in times like these; the Dark Lord would not be able to tell that he was a shadowmaster and the heir of Slytherin. It would have been easy to tell apart a shadowmaster from a soulmaster five hundred years ago but now, it was terribly difficult. And the less the Dark Lord knew the better.

The outward sign of anger had surprised Lucius as his Lord had almost never showed such strong emotions to anyone. "Only five, my Lord?" asked Lucius as the man in front of him turned around to face him and Lucius found himself staring into a pair of piercing grey orbs.

"We must not attract attention," explained the man as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. "I understand, my Lord Draconis," was Lucius' reply as he set out to do what he was ordered to.

'Please be safe, little one,' thought Draco as a picture of a boy with dark unruly hair and soft green eyes flashed through his mind.

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Twenty riders rode through the storm as they made their way towards Godric's Hollow. Never once did they stop to reconsider their decision as they all feared for the life of their King and his family. They would die before they let the heir to the throne die out.

When they reached the scene however, they never expected to see nineteen death eaters lying dead on the ground and the body of their King in the middle of the battle field. Many shed tears at that sight for their King had fought to protect the ones he loved and he had died doing just that. He would surely be missed by his family.

When they found the body of their Queen lying in front of a burnt wooden shack with tears drying on her cheeks, they had all almost given up hope. They were too late, Harry had probably been inside the shack and the Queen had given her life trying to save him from the burning shack.

But where was the sword of Gryffindor? Surely James had entrusted the sword to Harry if anything were to happen to him as Harry was his sole heir and the sword could not be destroyed by any flame. They found no sword in the burnt down shack and at that, hope found its way back to their hearts. Maybe Harry had ran away?

With that new found hope, they made their way under the pouring rain and into the forest. The rain poured unto their backs and the wind bit into their skin but still, they rode on into the forest. They had to find the last heir to the throne or there would be no hope to defeat the dark Lord.

The team of twenty witches and wizards began splitting up and soon a small team of two wizards found a small boy lying on the forest floor with the sword of Gryffindor beside him. They sighed in relief and rushed to examine the boy to see if he was hurt. The only wound they found however was the rather large bump on his forehead.

"Let's take him back to Hogsmeade," said Arthur as they slowly lifted the boy unto a horse. "Thank Merlin we found you little one," whispered Arthur to the unconscious boy.

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A group of five cloaked witches and wizards rode hastily into Godric's Hollow. What they found there was nothing like what they had suspected to find. They thought that help would have surely arrived from the Order of the Phoenix to help out their King but they had been wrong.

Draco searched among the bodies praying that the body of his little love was not among them. When he found that there was not a trace of Harry anywhere, he rode ahead towards the forest.

At the sight of the burnt shack however, he immediately went pale. Lily Potter's body was lying near the shack in a manner that seemed like she had badly wanted to save the person inside. Dried tears were on her cheeks and she looked almost desperate.

Walking up to the burnt shack was one of the hardest things Draco has ever had to do. Just the thought that Harry had died alone and afraid in that shack sent streams of sadness into his heart. He would not be able to live if Harry was no longer breathing.

Just thinking that he would be waking up every morning to the fact that Harry was no longer alive made him feel almost empty. What would he do if Harry was no longer by his side?

In the middle of piles of ashes, Draco began searching for the silver ring he had given Harry just months before. It was an enchanted ring and flames could never destroy it. When he found no trace of the ring however, hope rushed back into his heart. Harry had escaped; he could have run into the forest.

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(Hogsmeade)

"Albus, I'm sorry to say this but Lily and James were killed in the attack," said Amos Diggory in a grave voice. His eyes were cast downwards, away from the saddened blue eyes he knew he was sure to see if their eyes met. "We were too late," he said quietly again.

"A-And what about Harry?" asked a voice that was clearly shaking with grief. There were tears in his eyes but there would be time to grieve later. For now, they had to ensure the safety of the heir to the throne.

"Arthur and I found him unconscious in the forest. He was pretty much unharmed but Poppy is examining him at the healing house to ensure that he has no further injuries," reported Amos as he relayed the tale about what they had found at Godric's Hollow.

Both occupants in the room soon turned their attentions towards the door when they heard footsteps rapidly approaching. The door was flung open to reveal a panting Arthur Weasley standing at the entrance of the discussion room. "Albus, you have to come quick. Harry has woken up but he seems to have lost his memory," said Arthur as Albus bolted from his chair and hurriedly exited the room with Amos and Arthur following in his wake.

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(Back in the forest)

The black and grey rain clouds were slowly clearing away; leaving room for the moon and the many stars to adorn the night sky. The rain had stopped just minutes ago and the animals have started poking their tiny heads out from their homes. The forest had survived the storm and everything was peaceful at last.

Four cloaked riders rode through the many oaks and firs in the forest, scouring high and low in search of a small boy. Although they had spent almost an hour searching they found no traces of the boy.

"Has anyone found him yet?" asked the commanding voice of their Lord when all the riders had met up to report on their findings.

"No, my Lord," answered the riders who were already prepared to search all night in the forest for the boy. The frantic expression on their Lord's face was all the information they needed to know; the search would not be called off until the boy had been safely and securely found.

"My Lord," called out an approaching rider from a distance.

"Lucius, what news do you bring?" asked Draco as he urged his horse to meet the rider halfway through. Draco would never admit it to anyone but he was beginning to feel desperate. Where the hell did his little Harry run off to anyway?

"I have news from the Order of the Phoenix," said Lucius as their horses met up. "It seems that the Order had sent a team of twenty wizards and witches to rescue their King. They were too late but they found the boy. He was unconscious in the forest," continued Lucius.

"Where did they take him?" asked Draco as he silently released a sigh of relief. His Harry had been found and that was all that mattered.

"Hogsmeade," was Lucius' answer before Draco ordered the rest of the riders to head towards Hogsmeade. He had to see that his love was safe and unharmed.

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(Back to Harry (the real one))

His whole body felt like lead and his head was throbbing badly. The ground beneath him felt terribly soggy and if he did not know better, he would say that he was in a puddle of mud. His eye lids felt so heavy that he could not bear to open them at first but as time flew by he finally managed to get them to open.

The first thing he saw when he opened his eyes was the full moon that hung in the night sky. The sound of rushing water soon made him realize that he was by the bank of a river. Pushing his upper body off the ground, he managed to sit up and inspect his surroundings.

There were clumps of trees on his left and on his right there was a large wheat field. How the hell did he get here?

The last thing he remembered was…, wait a minute, he did not remember anything. The first thing he recalled looking at was the full moon in the sky he saw a few seconds ago. Where was he from? What was he doing here? Heck, he did not even remember his name. What was he going to do?

The sudden twinge of pain coming from his forehead broke his trail of thoughts. Moving a hand to inspect his forehead, he found that it was bleeding. Well no wonder his head was throbbing! Ouch!

He knew he had to find some help or he might bleed to death or pass out. His clothes were soaking wet and so he came to a conclusion that he had somehow hit his head and fell into the river or maybe it was the other way around. Either way, he had to be from somewhere around here, right?

Slowly pushing himself off the ground, he staggered a few times but he finally managed to stand upright. Maybe if he followed the river, he would find a village and maybe there, someone would know who he was.

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(Healing House, Hogsmeade)

"How is he Poppy?" asked a clearly concerned Albus as he kept glancing towards the small dark haired boy on the bed. The moment he had arrived at the healing house, he had rushed into the room to find a clearly panicking boy who had to be held down by a few adults to stop him from running away.

"He's bumped his head against something hard. He doesn't know who he is. He doesn't remember a thing. How do you think he's doing?" asked the clearly upset mediwitch. She had been pulling hairs out of her head since the boy had arrived. What was she going to do with a patient who had a case of amnesia? Injuries she could handle, sickness was a no problem to her but this? It could take years for him to get his memories back. And bonus, he was supposed to save the whole bloody kingdom!

"Calm down Poppy. I'm sure one of the wizarding families in Hogsmeade would love to take him in. He would be well cared for and we could take turns teaching him all he has to learn as a young wizard. His memories will come back to him in time and by that time he would already have wonderful new memories with the people here in Hogsmeade," said Albus calmly as he turned to look at the struggling boy.

"Now, all we need to do is calm him down," continued Albus as he stalked off towards the boy.

"Hello there, Harry. I know that you're a little confused at the moment but if you could keep still and listen to what I say, I'm sure you'll understand the situation you're in," said Albus as he discreetly asked the two wizards who were keeping him from struggling to let him go.

The boy just looked up at him with a small frown before giving him a small nod as a sign of approval. He had dark hair and his eyes were as blue as the sky. 'Just like James,' thought Albus fondly. He had never seen the boy before but James had written a discreet letter a few years back claiming that he had a son by the name of Harry.

He had small freckles on his nose and he was on the chubby side but being the only heir to the throne, his parents would have surely spoiled him with lots and lots of sweets and snacks. He was fiddling with his thumbs in a nervous manner and he looked about ready to bolt out of the room the moment someone shouted, 'Boo!'

That was surely one of the things that had to be fixed as it was unbecoming of a prince to be seen as a coward. But no matter, they had lots of time for matters such as these in the distant future. For now though, it was time to tell Harry about his heritage and his destiny.

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Walking it seemed was one of the hardest things to do when one was injured and if you ask Harry, he would tell you that the fact was one hundred percent true. He had been dragging his feet for what seemed like hours now but there was no sign of a village anywhere. What if he passed out?

He was in the middle of nowhere and nobody was anywhere near enough to save him. He certainly did not want to die at such a place. He did not even know who he was. Nobody would want to die not knowing who they are. His head must have been really damaged because now he was even babbling to himself.

It was already sunrise and there was still no sign of life anywhere. He swore that the moment he reached a village, he would sleep for a whole bloody week!

Finally after another hour of walking, he found himself a couple a feet away from a rather large village that looked more like a town. 'Maybe it is a town,' thought Harry as his legs finally gave way and he crumpled unto the ground. His head was spinning and his body was sore, he could not possibly move another step. His mind registered that someone was heading his way before he drifted off into unconsciousness.

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"So let me get this straight," said a small dark haired boy formerly known as Neville but was now called as 'Harry'. "My name is Harry Gryffindor but I have been in disguise with my parents under the name of Harry Potter for the last eight years. I am the heir to the throne of Gryffindor and because of a prophecy, I have to defeat the Dark lord with the heir of Slytherin," paused Neville to catch his breath.

The adults around him began nodding their heads. "My home was recently attacked by death eaters because Peter Pettigrew betrayed my father and both my parents were murdered in the attack," he continued as he grew more and more disturbed as the seconds passed.

He definitely did not want to go into battle. He did not want to defeat a Dark Lord. That was just too scary and Dark Lords have evil monsters that can eat you whole. But as he was not given a choice, he supposed he could play along and be their savior. They seemed to be treating him really nicely after all. 'I could really get used to this," he thought eyeing the many chocolate frogs in front of him.

He was sure that when the time came for him to destroy the Dark Lord, he would probably conjure some sort of a miracle and defeating the Dark lord would be a breeze. He was after all the one in the prophecies. What could possibly happen? And the heir of Slytherin was going to be his companion after all, he would definitely protect him.

So with a satisfied grin, he looked at all the adults in the room and said, "I don't remember my parents but I missed them already." As soon as he said that, tears began rolling down his chubby cheeks. As soon as the first teardrop fell, all the adults began rushing around the room and bringing in snacks and sweets that they thought would comfort his small broken heart.

He supposed that fake crying was one of his many talents which would come in handy in the years to come as that gave him all the attention he desired.

'Yup, this is definitely going to be a good life,' thought Neville as reached out for the nearest chocolate frog.

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"I'm sorry Mr Dursley but no one else can afford to take him in at this time. There have been too many attacks recently and all the orphaned children have been taken to the other available homes. We'll have to leave him here with you," said a deep voice.

"Then, what about the Weasleys? I'm sure they would not mind taking in another one, he's a wizard after all," said a second voice that had to be Mr. Dursley.

"The Weasleys have already decided to adopt an orphan rescued yesterday night and you and I both know that they have too many children on their hands as it is," came the first voice again.

"Oh, very well. But if he causes me any problems, he'll be kicked out immediately," said the voice of Mr. Dursley as he sneered at the man in front of him.

"Well, then I'll be leaving," said the first voice again as he retreated away from the man he would not have liked to talk to in the first place but as it was him who had found the boy, he had no choice.

The poor boy was hurt and unconscious when he had found him near the river. He had taken pity on the boy and treated his wounded forehead before deciding to leave him with the Dursleys. The Dursleys were traders who were doing rather well in Hogsmeade and since they only had one son, he was sure that another boy would be a blessing for them once they got to know him.

Sure they were a little hard to get along with and sometimes down right greedy and selfish but he was sure that they would at least treat a young orphan with all the care he deserved. No one could be that heartless unless you were of course counting the Dark Lord.

Yup, he was sure that he would fit in perfectly and even maybe the next time when he saw the boy, he might even have grown to the size of his to-be brother, Dudley Dursley. With a small chuckle, he climbed unto his horse and headed out on another rescue mission.

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(The Burrow)

"Harry, this will be your new home," said Arthur Weasley as he encouragingly squeezed Neville's shoulder. "I'm sure you'll get along with my family just fine. After all, you'll be family starting from today," said Arthur as he smiled fondly at Neville.

"You must be Harry," said a plump red haired woman as she rushed over to him and enveloped him in a big hug. "Don't be shy now, I'll introduce you to my boys and Ginny. Ron is eight just like you and I'm sure you boys will be like brothers in no time," said Molly Weasley as she ushered him into the house.

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"Albus, someone is here to see you," said Amos Diggory as glanced warily at the two cloaked figures behind him. Their hoods covered their faces but it seemed like you could actually feel their gazes sweeping over you and that was terribly unnerving.

Turning around, Albus beckoned the two cloaked figures to follow him into the discussion room. "It is safer inside. Walls have ears after all," said Albus as the two figures trailed in behind him.

Once they were inside, Albus cast a silencing charm on the door and the two figures immediately made themselves at home on the leather armchairs placed in a circle around the room. "Would you like some tea or maybe some lemon drops?" offered Albus to the two figures.

"That would be unnecessary," said a smooth masculine voice. "Well, then what can I do for you gentlemen?" asked Albus as he stared at the two of them with a small smile playing on his lips.

"Where is the boy?" asked the owner of the same voice as he stared at the bright robed wizard seating a few seats away from him. "Do not worry, he is safe and unharmed. He has been taken in by a trusted friend of mine and he will be well cared for," said Albus as he pooped a lemon drop into his mouth.

"Let me see him," said the same cloaked figure from under his hood.

"I'm afraid that is impossible at the moment. You see, although he has no serious physical injuries he has however a case of amnesia," said the bright robbed wizard. He was seriously considering changing to something orange the next day since nobody had taken much notice to his newly changed yellow robes.

"Then he does not remember a thing?" asked the cloaked figure, his hands were clenched into a fist. If Harry did not recall the past eight years of his life, then he would not be able to remember him as well. His poor Harry, so much had happened to him in only one night.

"That's right and he is a little overwhelmed by everything at the moment. The poor boy will need some time to adjust to his surroundings," said Albus pouring himself another cup of tea.

"Then when do you suggest I see him?" asked the cloaked figure again understanding the words behind that statement. Albus did not want to him to see Harry for some time.

The meddling old fool thinks that he would be a bad influence to Harry as Harry was still so innocent and oblivious to the happenings in the world and he was as tainted as they came. But what the old fool did not understand was that it took both light and dark to keep the balance. For if there was no dark then there would be no light and if there was no light there would be no dark.

"When he comes of age," said the white haired wizard calmly as he dusted off an invisible speck of dust from his sleeve.

Draco was enraged. Why that meddling old coot! That was bloody nine years away! Harry would never know him until he was seventeen and he would never get to see those soft green eyes again for nine whole years!

"You cannot keep him away from me for so long. He is my companion. He belongs to me," snarled out a highly enraged Draco. How dare that old coot keep Harry away from him?! Harry was his, it was written in the bloody prophecy for Merlin's sake! It was simply outrageous!

"You must understand that I am a man of tradition and as the trusted advisor to the former King, I am sure that he would want me to hold on to our Kingdom's traditions. Harry is not yet of age and meeting with his future spouse when he is still at such a tender age is simply going against tradition. In the old days you would only be able to see him on your wedding day but as times have changed, you get to see him when he comes of age," he made the last line seemed as if he was giving Draco a huge privilege.

Draco was silent for a minute before he stood up and glared heatedly at the aged wizard calmly sitting across from him.

"Nine years, Dumbledore. In nine years, you will step out of our affairs. When he turns seventeen, he will be mine," snarled Draco as he stormed out of the room with his other cloaked companion trailing behind him.

A/N I just wanted to tell you all a bit about the story so far. The earlier chapters were basically about Harry's background and home life with his parents but now people, we're moving on with the story. Muahahaha!

Well, since I was in a mood to write, I wrote a longer chapter. I do hope you would review and tell me what you think. I feel so underappreciated; no one seems to want to review. Well, at least I know that you people are reading. You are, right? If you have any questions please feel free to ask. Till next time, bye.