Prologue

In a hidden manor deep within the harshest English landscapes Lord and Lady Slytherin were anticipating the birth of their son, Oberon Orion Slytherin. Lady Bellatrix Black Slytherin lay within a mass of silk pillows and covers, all the shade of emerald, green and obsidian black.

Lady Slytherin had her obsidian curly hair stuck to her skin and said skin was flushed with redness and sweat. She knew if she didn't give birth to Oberon anytime soon, she would have to have an emergency cesarean, something that witches and wizards sometimes had to do because magic could only do so much.

She knew her husband was standing outside in the corridor, his robes bellowing behind him as he paced. He had such pale skin, as though he had been made of snakeskin. He had high, sharp cheekbones and a pointed chin that was curved perfectly, his eyebrows were groomed nicely, his nose was long and symmetrical to the rest of his features. His eyes were the brightest red that anyone could ever have, though when he wasn't worried, his eyes would flicker to a blackish gray.

Screaming again, Lady Slytherin gripped the covers of her bed and pushed with all her might while the healer that was in charge of the labor was making sure to watch her progress. She handed a potion to Lady Slytherin so she would be able to relax a little bit more. She wasn't surprised when the woman drank the potion so fast that it was almost alarming if one wasn't a healer.

The potion was enough for the woman to push through the last of her pain and have her baby boy born. She gasped as she leant back against the pillows, dazed from the pain she had experienced. She was a masochist but this pain, it was too much. This pain was not something that she had ever experienced before in her life, and something that she never wanted to experience again.

She had her heir, the next head of the Slytherin bloodline, and although she had never imagined she would become a mother she had to admit the moment that little Oberon had been placed into her arms she felt complete. She peered down at that little boy and bent her head down to kiss him on the forehead, while Lord Slytherin entered the bedroom chambers.

"My son," Lord Slytherin hissed, in Parseltongue, which was the language of snakes. It was able to be spoken by direct blood relatives and not those through marriage.

Lady Slytherin reached her arms up with Oberon and allowed him to reach down to pick up his son. There was a little bit of black fuzz on his head, which made sense, because of the fact that his wife had suffered from heartburn during her pregnancy. The number of potions she had to use to calm down the heartburn was endless it seemed like.

The healer was supposed to stay in the manor for the rest of the week to make sure that everything would be fine though the harsh looks that the lady of the manor gave to her was enough for the healer to know she was on thin ice.

Oberon wasn't allowed to be held by the healer any longer than was deemed necessary, if anyone held him too long Lady Slytherin would make sure to Crucio them once she would have her baby back. To say the least, the fact that she would use a spell where she could cause you unimaginable pain only for holding her baby longer than she wanted terrified everyone. As if they weren't already terrified of the lady to begin with, now they had to deal with the knowledge that the woman would strike down anyone for even talking one word about Oberon.

It was on the last night that the healer was to stay at the manor when Lord and Lady Slytherin were walking the gardens together. Lady Slytherin had a necklace nestled around her neck, one that had been passed down through the centuries, that was originally from one of the first Lady Slytherins. It was a necklace meant for mothers to know if their children were in danger, and Lady Slytherin had been gifted the necklace when they learnt she was pregnant.

The healer stood by the windows, peering out at the aristocratic couple wandering through the cobble stoned gardens. There were enchanted orbs of light that floated around the garden over the flowers. Many of the flowers were thought to be extinct or were endangered, none of them were anything you would find in a non-magical garden planted by Muggles (people who weren't magical). They were both dressed to perfection, the heavy fabric added much more weight upon them, but they moved as though they had clothes made of feathers instead of the heaviest and richest fabrics.

Lady Slytherin stiffened where she was before her head snapped up to the window where the healer was. Her eyes narrowed at the blonde woman that was nearing retirement. There was something odd about the woman, something that was telling her to not trust her. Then again Lady Bellatrix Black Slytherin never really trusted anyone, only her husband.

The healer kept her face neutral before she turned around and left the place where the window was. She continued down the exquisite corridors that looked just the same as when they had first been made and decorated. The intricately decorated moldings, and wallpaper, the antique chandeliers and wall sconces that had candles lit when darkness fell only reminded her how she was in the house of one of the oldest magical families in England. Perhaps even in the world.

Entering the nursery, the healer went towards the pure silver crib where little Oberon was. He had his head tilted to the side; his symmetrical features already too stunning for a week-old infant. It was disturbing, no baby ever looked so perfect as this one did. Dark Magic, Herself, always made sure Her children were inhumanly beautiful if they were born from a family that was loyal to Her.

The healer touched her necklace that kept anyone from the manor from reading her mind and picking apart the reason why she had come to help the birth and progress of Oberon for his first week. She reached her hands down and picked up little Oberon, not noticing how a large and foreboding snake had nestled herself near the crib.

Reaching into her pocket for her Portkey, which happened to be an old charm bracelet she had been given when she was thirteen, the healer barely touched the Portkey when the snake attacked and bit into her skin, pouring her venom into the healer with a vengeance. The woman gasped as she was transported from inside the Slytherin Manor and at the designated safe house meant for her.

The members of the Order of the Phoenix stood around her, gasping at the sight of the woman collapsing. A large, red-haired woman reached out and grabbed Oberon before the woman fell, instantly dead from the venom that came from the snake. The red-haired woman, Molly Weasley, turned her attention away from the corpse of one of their members and back to the leader of the Order of the Phoenix, Albus Dumbledore.

The wizard came slowly forward, his white hair that fell halfway down his back, and beard that was tied at the end together, had a troubled look behind his crescent moon shaped reading glasses. His features were often thought of as grandfatherly, as was his essence despite the kookiness that radiated from him whenever he decided to be silly. The robes he wore were tamed when it came to the colors, nothing that was too bright or flashy, but still a unique blue color.

"Albus! What do we do?" Molly probed, as her eyes went towards her red-haired husband, before her arms wrapped tighter around Oberon.

Albus gave a grim look as he got up from his crouched spot next to one of his faithful friends and followers of the Order. He shook his head as he peered down at her and then looked back up, saying, "We won't let Ursula's death be in vain. She gave her life for us to raise the son the correct way. We continue our plan, just like Ursula wanted."

"I can raise him," Molly immediately said, only for Albus to shake his head and respond, "I'm sorry, dear Molly but that wouldn't be the right choice in the end. You just had Ronald; you need to be there for all your children. Think of Bill, Charlie, Percy, and the twins."

Molly at first looked angered at him saying that it wasn't the right choice before she realized that he was right. She had six children and as much as she would have loved to take care of this child and teach him the right ways of being a wizard there was no way she could. They weren't well off either when it came to money, despite the fact that the Weasleys were Purebloods.

"You're right, Albus. I wasn't thinking," Molly confessed with a blush on her plump and freckled cheekbones. Her husband, Arthur, merely wrapped his long and bony arm around his wife and lightly squeezed her against him to let her know he wasn't against raising Oberon.

Turning away from the red-haired couple, Albus let his eyes land on another young couple standing near them. James and Lily Potter. They had just found out they were infertile and wouldn't be able to have children. This was the perfect opportunity for them to have one. He moved towards them with Oberon in his arms, enough that Lily gasped and looked hopefully up at James.

Lily Potter was beautiful. She had long vibrant red hair that was slightly wavy and fell a little bit past her armpits along with stunning green eyes. She was slightly freckled and was average in weight and height. She was born to Muggles and was a brilliant student when she attended the school, he was the headmaster of Hogwarts. She had the biggest heart and kindest soul.

Yes, Lily Potter would be perfect when it came to raising Oberon into the proper wizard.

James Potter was a heartbreaker; he attended Hogwarts, always getting into trouble. He had handsome features and a boyish, mischievous smile. His oil black hair was always a mess no matter how many times Lily and his mum had tried to tame it over the years with hair potions. He was tall and muscular, and he wore circular glasses upon his nose. He always made sure to make someone laugh when they were feeling bad, but he was also someone you could lean on.

James Potter would be the right fit of a father for Oberon.

"James, Lily, I couldn't ask anyone better than you to take care of Oberon. We can come up with a plan on how you decided to hide your pregnancy with charms. Put glamor on him, make sure he looks just like you. You can name him whatever you want. He will have no idea who his birth parents are," Albus explained, earning a small smile from both the man and woman.

Lily reached out and grabbed Oberon before she situated him in her arms. Oberon whined some since this wasn't the comforting essence of his mum. He wanted his mum, whoever was holding him was not his mum. Lily tried to shush him, and he cried some before he went to sleep, hoping when he would wake up, he would be in his mum's arms again.

Lily looked up at James and he nodded his head, as though letting him know that he was okay with this. They would be able to have a child after all. It might not be that Oberon was theirs biologically but that didn't mean anything. They would have to wait until he was three so they could officially blood adopt him without causing any worrying problems, but he would still be theirs.

"I know what to name him," Lily whispered to James. He nodded his head, allowing her to know he was interested in what she was going to say. "Harry. Harry James Potter."

And so, Oberon Orion Slytherin was gone. In his place was Harry James Potter.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: here are some things about the fanfiction I want you to know before we continue:

Bellatrix and Voldemort are Sane, they aren't Insane. They just want to bring more attention to Black Magic, or 'Dark Magic' instead of just 'Light and White Magic'.

Witches and Wizards usually pray to Hecate. They have shrines and temples throughout the wizarding world for them to visit and pray, along with on their property if they are rich purebloods.

Voldemort and Bellatrix are protective of children, and don't think that they need to go through abuse. So, children who are Muggle-Born are should be checked out by the Child Services from St. Mungo's to make sure that they have a healthy house. If the children are being abused, they will be given to a magical family (it doesn't matter if they are a half-blood or pureblood family) and fostered. Some families can sponsor Muggle-Borns, so that the children will be able to attend Hogwarts without worrying about money as much.

Dumbledore on the other hand believes that any temple/shrine that is used for purely 'Dark Magic' should be destroyed, and that abuse makes children stronger in the end. It builds character. He also doesn't want Muggle-Borns introduced to the Magical world until after they receive their Hogwarts Acceptance Letters.

I hope that you will enjoy this fanfiction

-Emmy

ps: the title comes from the song 'Death is in the Air' by SAKIMA. Check out the song if you haven't heard it before, it's really catchy.