A/N: Hello good people! I've decided to try my hands on a multi-chapter story. It's not the first one I've written, but it's the only one I plan to post bit by bit as I write it. My other ones I was planning on finishing the first draft before posting anything but for this one I figured I could use some input every now and then.
It won't be very much action in the first few chapters, but I feel it's necessary in order to build up the foundation of the plot so please bear with it. I also don't know how often I'll be able to update it, but in the writing moment I've three other chapters done and they are all longer then my little prologue.
Also, I should probably add that in this story Amestris is a part of this world, it's just on another continent that I "squeezed in" between Asia and America.
Anyway, enough of my rambling and on with the story. Enjoy!
Prologue – That fateful night
Harry Potter's head was practically spinning after having been fetched by Hagrid from that little shack in the middle of the sea and then a whole day of shopping magical items in the magical world. Still, he clung on to every word Hagrid was saying as he were explaining what had happened the night his parents had died.
"Well, nobody's sure exactly what 'appen'd", said the giant man eventually. "When 'ey got there, poor Lily was lying dead in front of yer crib where yeh were crying and bleeding. They could confirm Lily had been killed with the killing curse, but we'll probably never know how yer father went down."
"Why not?" asked Harry with mixed emotions, dreading the answer. What if it was because his father's body had been too mutilated to identify the cause of death?
"Ah, well, yeh see…" mumbled Hagrid. "They never found a body."
The skinny boy blinked at the unexpected answer. "What?"
Hagrid gave a helpless shrug. "They couldn't find 'im. They found 'is wand and glasses, but there was no body."
Harry felt like sickening up. "So… he… Voldemort… vanished my dad?"
"I'm sorry Harry", said Hagrid and patted the small boy on his shoulder. "But it is one of the theories of 'ow he died. The only thing that speaks against it is that You-Know-Who was never reported to 'ave killed someone like that."
As Hagrid were consoling the eleven year old boy, a dark haired man on the other side of the world woke up with a gasp, the memory of the dream where he fought for his life in multi-coloured light still vivid in his mind.
A/N: Next time: Chapter 1 - Those Dreams.