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This is a crossover between Harry Potter, and Christine Feehan's Dark Series. The issues concerning the Carpathian race will be touched on now and then, and explained to some degree, but it won't feature heavily. I will concentrate more on the interactions between certain characters of the Dark series and Harry.

Prologue 1

A spine-chilling song of mourning and grief filled the room, its heart-rending melody seeming to seep into the very stone walls of the castle, even sweeping out of the room and down the staircase, gripping the inhabitants of the magical portraits in its disconsolate tones.

Behind a huge oval desk, its very surface crammed with parchments and important documents, an old man buried his head in his hands and wept, his shoulders shaking with his anguish. The portraits of former headmaster's looked down upon the distressed man in silence and pity, united in their sad regret that they had not been able to help more.

The Phoenix, whose song had just confirmed the destruction of Godrics Hollow, glided to rest in front of its master. Red, Gold and Scarlet head coming forth to rest on his companions, communicating all the comfort he could offer. They remained this way for a long while, minutes of time, helping to diminish the agony to a throb, and the heart breaking grief to an ache.

Inhaling unsteadily, the tear stricken face of Albus Dumbledore rose until his eyes were level with that of his glorious avian. Inconsolable blue eyes, without its customary twinkle, met golden amber, and a silent communication proceeded.

Visions were sent forth from the beautiful familiar, showing the destruction of what was once a home. The charred remains of a two storey house, its sections still alight with magical flames, was revealed, hideous and angry, nothing like the warm comfortable dwelling it had been only hours before. Residue of what was once protection and secrecy wards, lay scattered in the air, unseen to the human eyes.

And there it was.

The darker and heavier presence of a recently performed killing curse, its empty glowing haze signifying its success.

Fawkes opened his mind more, including sounds. The cackling and popping of still burning embers, the sound of falling debris……and the unmistakable cries of a baby.

Rearing back in shock Albus' eyes narrowed in confusion before widening in understanding. Staring back into the eyes of his phoenix he asked to be shown the little baby. There was no mistake, young Harry was still alive, and there was definitely no mistaking the residue of a failed unforgiveable on him….or ignoring the curse scar on his forehead.

"My God," he whispered hoarsely, quickly taking out a piece of parchment from his draw and grabbing a feathered quill.

Face set with determination and purpose he swiftly composed a letter, reading over it again he rolled the parchment and tied it, before giving it to his familiar.

"Fawkes, take this to Hagrid. Wait until he has read it, and then deliver Hagrid to Godrics Hollow. Leave him there, and return to me. Promptly, without delay my friend."

Trilling in comprehension the beautiful bird took the parchment in his claws and disappeared in a burst of bright flames, leaving behind an even wearier master.

Exhaling, Dumbledore ran an aged hand over his face, feeling like he had aged ten years in a matter of seconds. Moving towards his fireplace, he reflected on what he had to do, and how he had to do it. Ignoring his still raw grief at the deaths of the night, he mentally composed what he had to say to Lady Bagnold - Supreme Lady of Magic, and to his Order. He then had to make sure that Privet Drive would be ready, before finally, finally, contacting Mikhail.

Hagrid,

The Potters home at Godrics Hollow has been destroyed. I mourn over the loss of James and Lily, but young Harry is still alive.

I need you to go with Fawkes and retrieve him. Keep him with you for the next few hours until I have prepared Harry's new home. It is very important that Harry is in your care, regardless of who may try to stop you.

Fawkes will be sent to you when all is ready.

Be safe my friend.

Albus

It was almost two in the morning, and Hogwarts was illuminated only by the full moon. In the distance a pack of wolves could be heard howling in unison, their voices providing an eerie milieu to the nights events. Off Hogwarts, in the wizarding town of Hogsmeade, time had been forgotten as news spread of the miraculous happenings of the night. The Wizard floo network was busy, people trying to discern for themselves the truth in the rumours, it seemed too much to hope.

All this seemed to escape the inhabitants of a small (by Giant standards) hut off the grounds of the majestic school. A light burned brightly within, as the silhouette of its large owner could be seen slowly pacing from one side of the hut to the other. A black Motorcycle stood outside, next to the pumpkin patch, and behind a giant barrel of water.

Inside, Hagrid paced and hummed a lullaby, occasionally moving his right hand in what would have been a rocking motion. Looking down at his precious bundle, the half-giant sniffed yet again, taking in the vulnerable looking thing, with a full mop of black hair and dark lashes. Little Harry fit in his hand with room to spare, and he still didn't understand why anyone would have wanted to harm such a beautiful creation.

Sniffing again, Hagrid wiped his face with the sleeve of his coat. Tears were running down his face, fat large drops which had escaped his attempt to halt them fell into his wild beard. Baby Harry winced in pain as one large drop fell onto his still bleeding scar, red and swollen, it stood out angrily on his pale forehead. Lifting up the edge of the baby blanket he gently and lightly patted Harry's forehead.

The little child, sensing the ministrations of someone other then his mother started to squirm and fuss again, whimpering for his mama in his uneasy sleep, sucking gently on his bottom lip.

'Poor Lily an' James,' Hagrid thought to himself as he sniffed yet again. Once more resuming his pacing and rocking, he took large ragged breaths, trying to restrain himself from sobbing aloud.

He had been waiting for Dumbledore's phoenix for almost two hours now, having arrived from the Potters former residence with Harry in hand after an hour's journey. He had been worried when he got there, apprehension which was replaced by horror when he saw the charred remains. He hadn't been able to stifle the cry that had escaped him, nor the moan of pity that he had felt when he saw young Sirius Black scrambling over the smoking ruins with his Godson. He had felt distressed taking Harry from Sirius, and practically hated himself as he watched Sirius wrap his godson up in his baby blanket before placing a very soft kiss on his head. Sirius had then given his bike to Hagrid to bring baby Harry here, once more kissing his godson before he rode off.

Sighing heavily, Hagrid sat down in his chair and looked down at the small child in his arms. Even he knew that things weren't going to be easy for the young lad, there were still death eaters running around, and Harry was just a baby. And then there was the fact that young Harry had no parents.

'Dumbledore will take care of it,' he thought sadly, 'good man Dumbledore, he'll figure something out.'

Stepping out of his fireplace, Dumbledore dusted himself off before casting a wandless cleaning charm over his robes. Brow furrowed in thought he walked across his office to sink heavily into his chair.

He had had a difficult time at the ministry. After years of constant threats and attacks from the Dark Lord, the ministry had been a little reluctant to believe that the threat was gone. He had shown them what Fawkes had shown him, they had gasped when they saw the Potter's home, and letting them see what he had seen with young Harry provoked an outcry of shock, and it was only then that they started to hope. Visiting Godrics Hollow and its destruction, fully convinced the doubting Thomases.

Those that had known Lily and James Potter mourned on sight, others apparated away to share the glad tidings and miraculous news. The events of the night would soon descend into Wizarding legend, and would become noted in every single history book: Harry Potter destroyed He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named; Harry Potter survived the Killing Curse.

Albus had sent Emmeline Vance, an Auror who was also part of the Order of the Phoenix to retrieve Sirius, "Find him, and bring him to me Ms Vance."

He had then returned with Her Ladyship to the Ministry, where he had proceeded to show her the Prophecy concerning Harry, it was important that the Prophecy be kept within The Hall of Prophecy, just in case anything should happened to him, Albus Dumbledore.

If he had any reservations that Lady Bagnold would object to keeping the matter confidential, he need not have. She agreed instantly to keep it between the two of them, and enlightened him as to why she was being so agreeable as she wrote out an Order that allowed the Headmaster to put the prophecy in the Hall himself.

"I may be Supreme Lady of Magic, but I am a wife and mother first and foremost. Lily and James Potter were a credit to parents everywhere. There will be parents out there that will be flooding my ministerial office with letters concerning young Mr Potter's welfare. If having all this secrecy surrounding his whereabouts as well as this prophecy is vital to his safety and Health, then so be it. I will do whatever is needed of me."

Signing at the bottom of the parchment and tapping her wand to the corner to affix her seal of approval, Lady Bagnold looked up and then smiled sadly. "I would have done the same if I had been in their position. To protect my family I would have done anything. They trusted you, Albus. It is the only reason why I will not interfere in your plans."

She then authorised and sent a full team of Unspeakables to Little Whinging, Surrey, to erect protection and magical-detection wards, as per Albus instructions.

"I am glad Albus that maybe the dark times have passed us by. Mayhap my grandchildren will not live in the fear that gripped us. But, I know that it would have been much worse had you not been here to help us. Should there ever be a time when we do not heed your warnings, the Ministry and the Wizarding world would suffer. Thank you…..I think that these days may be the last of my reign. I want to see and experience the peace that we have all worked so hard for."

Looking back over the last few hours, Dumbledore quietly concurred that it could have been more difficult to handle had they been under a more incompetent minister. The Ministry's role was now over concerning young Harry, and he was now going to have to contact the person in whom he was hoping would take young Harry in. He didn't trust everyone in the Ministry and the sending of wizards to Privet Drive was nothing more but a distraction. But all his plans for Harry's safety and upbringing would be nothing if he did not get Mikhail's agreement.

Pulling his golden pocket watch out of his robes he stared thoughtfully at it for a few minutes. Nodding his head, he walked behind his desk and sat down. Pulling out a parchment and a quill he constructed another letter, this time it was shorter then the previous one, in fact it only had one sentence. Handing it to Fawkes, he placed a wrinkled hand on his familiars head and stroked the silky feathers.

"This letter goes to Prince Mikhail my friend. Hurry now, the quicker we get his agreement, the safer Harry will be."

In a flurry of flames, the phoenix disappeared, Dumbledore sighing heavily leaned back in his chair to wait. Staring at something that only he could see, he thought of everything that he knew about Prince Mikhail Dubrinsky and the Carpathian Race.