I don't own Harry Potter, that is owned by the sell out J.K. Rowling, nor do I own by Johnny Cash.

Summary: Fifteen years ago a nine months pregnant Lilly Evans Potter was kidnapped from her home by the dark lord Voldemort. Her husband searched for he for three years before she was declared dead, he moved on and got remarried, and had twin sons. But the real story starts eleven years after the twins birth.

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A young boy stood up from his desk grabbed a CD, from on top of his dresser. His room, at first glance looked exactly like any room for a boy his age, dirty clothes, books, and loose papers littered the floor. But if one were to take a closer look at the books you would find they were on metallurgy (Yes that is a real subject) , thermal dynamics and chemistry in theory, and on the desk was a machine tool, with a metal rod being milled rather thin in it. He put the CD in his stereo and pressed play.

I Hurt Myself Today,

To see if I still feel.

The teenager started singing along to the song.

I focused, on the pain,

The only thing that's real.

He sang as he walked back to his desk and his work.

The Needle tears a whole,

The old firmiliar stain.

Try to kill it, all away,

But I remember everything.

The Carefully milled rod provided perfect grip, and if the power it was supposed to give was what the boy imagined, he would need it.

What have I become,

My sweetest friend.

Everyone I know,

Go's away in the end.

And you could have it all,

My empire of dirt.

I will let you down

I will make you Hurt.

Carefully drilling out the center as he laser cooled it, he fed into it a carefully regulated mixture of chemicals and acids.

I wear this crown of thorns,

Apon my liars chair.

Full of broken thoughts,

I cannot repair.

Beneath the stains of time,

The feelings, disappear.

You are someone else,

I am still right here.

It was done, just to make sure it was correct he ran it 49,000 Rpm, under a laser. He smiled, it wasn't a happy smile nor an evil smile, but rather of revenge yet to come. Don't worry mom, he will die tonight! he said to no one

Three Days Later

Mmm, Belle. This Ham is delicious. James Potter told his wife, they were celebrating his two oldest son's birthday at a muggle park close to their home. There was a river on one side and deep impenetrable forest on the other.

Of course it is, you had nothing to do with making it. she teased.

Daddy, Mommy. Their heads snapped to attention at the yell of their eight year old son, Sam, he was running as fast as he could away from the forest. There's a boy in there, he's hurt really bad. You have to help him!

Okay Honey just let us get our wands. he said and he and Arbelle went to the picnic table and grabbed their wands from inside a book, it was the only way to keep the kids from playing with them. Okay show us where he is. it took them fifteen minutes to get there through the brush, he was so beaten up you could barely tell he was a boy, and the hair that looked like it had never been cut didn't help. The acrid smell of dark magic pretty much flew off him, he must have been caster and recipient. They cast as many healing charms they could on him but there was one thing they couldn't with out a potion, the frayed nerve end caused by resisting the Crutious Curse. Finally, after an hour of charms, it was safe to wake him.

they yelled at the same time. The power of both charms only barely woke him.

Did I get Him? Is he dead? the boy asked, they looked at each other and it was decided, they would have to take him to St. Mungos. Is Tom Dead? they knew that name from some where.

Sam asked. The boy dug around painfully in his pocket until he found what he was looking for, it looked like a metal wand, which were of course illegal throughout Wizarding Europe, James instinctively stepped in front of his family, but he only cast an image. But it was one James knew only to well.

he said, that explained a lot. Tom had kidnapped him, forced him to become a death eater he betrayed Tom. What's your name? James asked there were quite a few families waiting for their son to be returned.

Harry, sir, Tom didn't let me have a last name. All I know is that My moms name was Lilly Evans. that one sentence echoed through James' head.