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Chapter 1

Several lights could be seen emitting from wands as the scouts searched the clearing for the remains of the battle that occurred not too long ago. It was a gruesome sight. Dead bodies were strewn over the grass, illuminated by the gentle moonlight, seeming like sleeping soldiers yet never to awaken again. And then there was a shout, as one death eater stumbled across the body of their lady. Her fallen figure lay against the grown strewn with soft black feathers and crimson blood that shone unnaturally in the moonlight. A single figure stood alone. His head was bowed as he looked down at her fallen figure, his grief overwhelming as he looked upon the body of his closest relative. He would tell his Lord, they would find whoever did this and they would have their revenge.

He was one of their Lord's closest advisor and also kin. His dark hair lay limp against his head and his onyx eyes clouded. But he would not grieve yet. He still had to find his nephew; the young child that he and his lord had yet to see for he had been born not more than a month ago. They faithfully scoured the clearing and the surrounding forest. But even after hours of relentless searching they had not found anything. They could do nothing but imagine the worst. Their lord's heir and child may have been killed or taken by the enemy.

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Silent pair of feet tread carefully in the dark forest, drawn towards the smell of fresh blood and battle. A pair of silver blue eyes peered in the undergrowth and blinked. He could sense a presence; unlike the dead it was alive. His heightened senses were drawn towards the strong aura of power as he moved towards a spot in bush. Sensing rather than seeing he could almost envision the two dark wings that seemed to encase a small bundle. It reeked of an ancient protective magic that would hide the person from any that meant harm, not commonly evoked for the sacrifice it took to bestow such protection was great. Curious, he picked up the small bundle, easing his magic cautiously over the shields to indicate that he had no bad intentions. Slowly the wings parted to reveal a small child, barely a month old, with the brightest green eyes that seem to radiate with innocence yet a hidden power. The child was beautiful, almost ethereal in appearance and he felt pulled towards it.

Somehow he was aware this was no ordinary child and the fates had led him to this place for a reason. He had lived many years more than any mortal and was not one to question the fates. Despite his appearance of a middle aged man in his later years, he was much older and with age came a wisdom tempered by time. Gently he picked the infant up, cradling it protectively in his arms, and in a swirl of dark smoke he was gone.

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Far away from the forest, an elderly wizard sat in his office in the old castle of Hogwarts. He was deep in thought as he pondered the recent events. He had gained information from a few well placed spies within Voldemort's ranks that an important person was to arrive that night, a person who was of special importance to the Lord himself and also the possibility that he might have an heir. He and the current minister Fudge had known of these events, and they had known that they could not let this happen. An heir would mean that there was someone who could rise to be more powerful than Voldemort and even Dumbledore himself, especially combined with another piece of disturbing news. It seemed that the mother of the heir had been a person of exceptional heritage.

Albus sighed. A rather large group of well trained aurors and order members had been dispatched that night on a covert mission to track down the group and capture or eliminate the child and his mother if the threat was too large. Some might not have condoned the killing of women and children for it would have been deemed cruel as they were considered unwilling victims of the war. However, the war had not been going well for their side. It had dragged on and their forces were weary. Although, Voldemort had not been causing as much damage as was reported in the papers, he was ashamed to admit that much of the destruction had been caused by members of their own side. But these were facts that the public could not know of or they would be division. It was better if the line between dark and light was made as simple as possible for the reality proved to be many shades of gray. Sometimes he wondered if he was really doing the right thing. At times he found himself lapsing into periods where his thoughts and actions were blurred and his actions regrettable. He was just doing what was good for his world, or so he hoped to believe.

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"But Professor Dumbledore, I believe that it is not right to allow the muggles to be so close to the wizarding world. Their mixture into the wizarding society is diluting our blood and making us weaker. I believe that if we can appropriately separate the two we can create a better world."

"Tom, I'm sure you must know that purity of blood is not everything, considering your background. Many muggleborns have been known to succeed and have proven beneficial to our community."

"I agree that some muggleborns may be intelligent but we're talking about the persistence of the wizarding race. If we continue as we are it may eventually cause the wizarding society to be so watered down that we would become weak and lose sight of our heritage. I only wish to preserve what we are and our way of life."

"I understand that you have not had a most pleasant experience with muggles, but I'm sure you have realized that they are not all as bad as they seem. The wizarding world and the muggle world have always coexisted in peace with each other. Accidents may occur occasionally but nothing that cannot be taken care off."

"But how long do you think it will last, Professor? They have been increasing incidents involving muggles and wizards. It is becoming harder to keep our existence a secret and it is likely that we are starting to become perceived as a threat to the muggles. How long will it be before they start attacking us, simply because they fear what we are and the power we yield? In small numbers we may be more than a match for them but their numbers are far greater than ours could ever be and their weapons grow more advanced with time. I know what it feels like to be different, to be picked on because of those who are envious of your power and capability. There is so much good that can be done with the power but many fear what they do not know. There are also increasing numbers of muggleborn children displaying magical abilities. How long would it be before their numbers increase to such an extent that we no longer remain wizards but a race of magic wielding muggles? I yearn to change the way our society is built. To improve it, to strengthen it for the better and restore our forgotten customs and way of life"

"Your desires are noble, Tom and I would encourage you to channel those desires in a proper manner. You are still young and in time you may learn to let your grudges go and use your efforts to unite the muggle and wizarding worlds. There is still much for you to see and to learn."

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AN: I'm not too sure where this is going but i've got a brief outline in my head so hopefully it gets done. Thanks for the review Greyflower. If i don't get much feedback i guess i'm inclined to think that the story isn't hitting it off very well and so i'll see if i will continue or not. Do review like just whats good or bad and all that so i'll what to do. It would be much appreciated.