A/N: So I got most of my stories' next chapters done but that fickle witch inspiration decided to take a dump on my desk with this. I know for that I'm going to be replacing this story for one currently up- most likely Once Cut, Twice Shaved.
Plot: The prophecy foretelling the defeat of The Dark Lord Voldemort has a wrench thrown into the mix when three children are born as the seventh month dies- two boys and a girl. On the word of a singular old man with too much fame to his name, he declares the female the Girl-Who-Lived after the demise of the terrorist leader was seemingly vanquished. In the fall the boys suffered as a second prophecy was foretold telling of the worlds fragile balance being laid in the hands of the Twilight Blessed. Just who, or whom, are the Twilight Blessed and what will happen to the fragile world balance if they choose to take the wrong path?
Tags: Grey with dark borderline evil moments Harry! Well meaning but terribly flawed to the point of hubris Dumbledore!
"Guilty…"
If one were to consider just how heavy a word could be, guilty was perhaps a guillotine hanging above a condemned man. So much weight hanging on little word and yet the word, nor its weight, was what scared the daylights of the three individuals. Between the mustached walrus of a man, long neck giraffe of a woman and a beach ball-baby whale hybrid, the smell of ammonia was almost overwhelmingly powerful. Before them stood a demon of a ten year old holding a butchers knife dripping blood. Pale emerald green eyes, just shy of being blind milky pale green really, were filled with such apathy from a terribly beaten boy with his injuries healing before their very eyes; lacerations closing up after his blood seemed to be sucked back into his body leaving no wound and broken bones snapping into place like they'd been broken without so much as a flinch. The mop of raven black hair that fell between his shoulders contrasted paper pale skin making him appear like a wraith made corporeal.
"Y-you stop there freak!" the beach ball-baby whale creature ordered while trembling in fear.
The pale skinned, raven haired young man didn't heed the order. There was no heat, no confidence or firmity to the 'order' and even if there was any of the above to it he still would have ignored it. This was his chance at revenge. "Guilty… I have no family... You have never been family… This has never been my home… The wicked shall pay for the blood of the innocent they spill." Pale emerald eyes darkened to necrotic green even as the fat walrus excuse of a man began to throw objects at him. What he paid no heed to was that the objects, no matter the composition, seemed to deteriorate into dust when they hit a seemingly invisible barrier three feet from his body. Even the shotgun pellets from the buckshot he knew the walrus man kept loaded in it for bird hunting with his boss when he was ass-kissing for a promotion melted to nothing. "Guilty… Your punishment, all of you… Is Death!"
By the time that emergency services and cops arrived the young man was gone from Privet Drive like a ghost. Like he never existed in the first place. All the emergency personnel would find were the butchered bodies of Vernon, Petunia and Dudley Dursley. Between the hacked off limbs, blood stained walls to make most A-list horror movies nod in respect, pools of other bodily fluids stained with pieces of organs and the storm of broken furniture there was little sign of who was responsible. Not that they particularly were motivated to solve the case. The men and women who showed up to the scene, strictly because it was their job, had suffered one way or another due to the corpses at their feet; most notably those who had children that were bullied horrendously by the dead youth.
"Good riddance to bad garbage" a female cop said after spitting on the front lawn.
What no one noticed was a shimmering of air that was on the edge of the police tape before a crack filled the air and then the shimmering ripple was gone.
**Potter Manor**
A quiet pop resounded on the lawn of a rather luxurious estate. Well manicure landscaping showed careful care for all the colorful flowers that painted a mosaic. In the time it took to exhale a breath an elderly male figure was revealed from thin air. Blue eyes shone with melancholy light as long yet thin bony fingers carded through his long white hair. How was he to explain to his pupils what had transpired at the Dursley residence? Convincing James and Lily Potter that it was the best choice for Harry, the elder of the Potter twins, considering young Violet's status as the vanquisher of Voldemort had been nearly impossible. Not that he blamed them considering the vile cruelty of Petunia in the past she shared with Lily.
"Headmaster!"
The elderly wizards thoughts were broken from the circular track as said persons approached him. Cursed house elves couldn't give him a few moments to try coming up with what he would tell the two. "James, Lily."
Said figures, a raven haired man brown eyes behind glasses and a fiery redheaded woman with emerald eyes, looked upon the ancient wizard with anxiety written clear across their expressions. Agreeing with the decision almost a decade had, for lack of a better term, haunted them despite the rationale being spot on. Violet being the one to defeat Voldemort, Dumbledore had never lied to them or steered them wrong so they had no reason to doubt his claim after examining their children that night, had put them in plenty of danger & that was without touching the fact the infantile scans revealed Violet's magical strength dwarfed her elders brother despite being hours younger. Harry being around when there were attempts on Violet's life before would only end up in him dying, being crippled, kidnapped and used against his family or hating her for the fact she needed to be trained early to control her magic. "You brought Harry with you right? Our son is finally going to be back where he belongs now, right?" Lily asked while her hands wrung together leaving her skin practically white in her grip.
"There has been.." Dumbledore paused with a grimace "an incident at your sisters home."
Emerald eyes hardened as her hands stopped wringing instantly. "I swear if my son has had so much as one finger laid on him in abuse I'll-"
"Your sister, her husband and your nephew Dudley Dursley have been murdered. Gruesomely murdered."
James gripped Lily's shoulders as she momentarily swayed in shock. "Mur-murdered? You're sure they've been murdered Headmaster?" she asked between stutters. Yes, she disliked her sister for past treatment but Dumbledore had managed to convince Petunia to watch over Harry so she could have redeemed herself somewhat. For Merlin's sake, her sister had a child and no muggle child authority would allow Petunia to keep her own offspring if she was any degree of the vile wretch she was when they were children.
"I scanned the mind of one of those muggle healers in the big red box-"
"Paramedics."
Dumbledore shot Lily a look asking her not to interrupt earning him an apology but Lily's hand wringing resumed only it was much worse now. "They were chopped up like slaughter animals. Blood covering every wall of their living room." His grimace deepened as the couple looked green in the gills. "I can only speculate here but... you did not received a death letter from Gringotts have you?" he asked with a grim light in his eyes. Their answer would spell for certain whether Harry James Potter, Heir to the Houses of Potter and Peverelle-Wizengamot laws be damned-, would tell if the boy was dead. Since Harry was the eldest of the Potter twins and the only male, born just as twilight fell on the thirty-first of July, he was anointed as heir and linked to the family vaults; Harry dying would have warranted an immediate condolences letter from Gringotts. A black letter delivered by white owl to be precise.
"No we haven't and you haven't answered my questio-"
A screech filled the air as a grey owl swooped down with a thick envelope attached to its foot. Landing on the rail nearest to the couple, a Gringotts medallion was visible to the pair. When neither human moved to take the envelope, the official seal of Gringotts on it no less, the owl screeched while glaring at the couple.
James took the letter after making certain Lily wouldn't faint and nearly did so himself as he stared at the large letters on top of the page.
"James, are you-" Lily went paler than pale as she saw the same thing her husband. "N-no.. This can't be right!"
Dumbledore saw Lily begin to hyperventilate and crossed to see what the matter was. Gringotts was not one to mince words or send out notifications of any kind unless it was important. His heart nearly stopped seeing the wording on the paper. Harry Potter was alive.
Well, Harry No-Name was alive since the paperwork in the envelope was self disavowment of any and all names held by Lily or James Potter.