Hello everyone. This is the start of my new story, Priest of Machines and Magic. The inspiration for this came from the Inquisitor Carrow series by littlewhitecat. This story is being cowritten by Jamius. Also check out his story, very good. But without further ado, please enjoy.

Chapter 1

Harry was for the first time in a long time a happy little 3-year-old boy. His aunt and Uncle had decided to take him out with them to Londen. They were going to shop for his cousin's birthday presents while Dudley was at pre-school, instead of sending him to smelly Miss Figgs house with all her cats. Though unknown to him, this was bound to be the single most important day of his so far short life. He ran ahead of his relatives to chase after a puppy that walked around a shop corner, ignoring their angry shouts for him to get back and threats to get locked in the cupboard with only bread again.

He was paying no attention to the world or people around him when he rounded the corner and a few yards ahead bumped into a man. Looking up, he saw the man had a look of confusion before it morphed into a wicked grin. The next thing Harry knew his world went black and when he awoke, he would be at the start of a whole new life.

Vernon was angry and annoyed. Not at their hours of shopping or all the bags he had to carry back to the car. No, he was angry and annoyed at the child with him and his wife. They had originally arranged for Miss Figg to watch the boy, while they went to get their precious Dudley his birthday presents for the year when at the last minute she called and cancelled, saying something about a family emergency. After talking with his wife, they determined there was no choice but to bring the boy along. Vernon certainly was not going to leave the freak alone in his brand new house, he may find a way to burn it down.

He looked at the offending child only to see him run ahead of them, chasing after what looked like some mutt pup. This made Vernon frown and he shouted after the child. "BOY! Get back here or so help me, you'll be in the cupboard with nothing but bread and water for a week!"

Sadly though Harry either didn't hear or simply ignored Vernon as the boy rounded a corner ahead. This made Vernon's temper rise as he stomped up and around, intent on giving the ungrateful boy a beating when they got home. Storming up to and around the corner, Vernon came to a sudden stop. There, halfway down the short block, he saw a man with an unconscious black-haired toddler thrown over his shoulder turn down an alleyway. Turning around, he went back to his wife with a large smile, proclaiming they no longer had to worry about Harry. As he walked past, Vernon failed to see the look of shock and fear on his wife's face before she turned to follow.

Steve, former Death Eater and current Unspeakable in the Department of Mysteries, was not in a good mood. For three long years, he had slowly been studying the Veil of Death both to simply learn how it works as was his job and to bring back his master that the thrice-damned Harry Potter had killed a bit over a year ago. Even today all his hard work had amounted to nothing, and it would likely stay that way. He was no closer to understanding it than he was when he started. He had decided to leave early and get some lunch to clear his mind. Reluctantly he walked down a block in the muggle world, for as much as he despised the subhuman. Steve was the first to admit they had gotten better food in the last few decades, better than most wizard food as well.

He was nearing the end of a block, passing a building labelled 'Toy Store' near his favourite pub when he first saw a puppy come around the corner followed by a small child that ran into him. Looking down at the toddler, Steve had a look of confusion, wondering where his parents were but suddenly didn't care, this day just made the last 3 years all worth it. There on the child's forehead was an unmistakable scar, one shaped like a lightning bolt. There was only a single person in all of Britain who would be a black-haired toddler with that scar. Quickly whipping out his wand, he stunned the child and hefted it over his shoulder before turning around and heading back the way he came, his lunch is already forgotten.

It didn't take Steve very long to return to the department of mysteries and dawn his cloak and mask again, after turning the kid into a simple piece of paper to get him in of course. Walking into the chamber holding the Veil of Death, he tossed the paper onto the ground before turning it back into the child and speaking to little Harry even though he was still knocked out. "Sorry kid but you've had this coming for well over a year now. I am sure my master will be happy to know this happened to you when I share the memory after I bring him back. Now go join your traitor father and mudblood mother."

With that said, Steve took the child by the ankle, offhandedly noting Harry was rather underweight, at most 10 kilograms. Holding the kid's ankle, he spun around and tossed the kid into the Veil. After all, what better way to make sure he was dead than throwing him into the closest thing to a physical incarnation of death that existed. He turned around laughing to himself, Steve could not wait to show and tell Lucius Malfoy about this later today but for now, he was still hungry.

Harry came to a start, breathing deeply and lying on something cold. Sitting up and looking around, he didn't know where he was or how he got here but knew he had to find his aunt and uncle before they got super mad at him. He winces and adds to his thought that they could also possibly look at his head because it was really hurting. He looked around and saw he was in a large metal and stone hallway. Raising his voice as loud as he could he shouted "Aunty, Uncle, where are you?! I'm sorry I ran away, I won't do it again."

Listening, he didn't hear anything but an echo of his own voice. Well that and a metal clanging behind him. Turning around thinking it could be his Uncle, Harry saw it wasn't and the only word his young mind could use to describe what he was a monster. A monster of metal wearing red. It was then that the monster spoke only 2 words in a language Harry couldn't understand. "A child?" With these words, Harry passed out, though from the trauma to his head or fright would never be known.