The Shadow of a Saviour

A/N: The story Xalvador is currently being rewritten. The start has been remade all in First-person for the prologue but the rest will be in Third-person. Changes are still in progress, the most obvious of these changes will be how Harry met Ra's others while still obvious won't have much depth to them.

Some people shine brighter in the shadow of others.

† Prologue †

I was an orphan once, or so I thought, I lived with my relatives from my mother's side. They told me every chance they could that I was a burden and that I was lucky that they took me in out of the kindness of their hearts. Told me that my father was a drunkard and my mother a drug-addicted whore, they supposedly died in the car crash that gave me my scar. A scar that had the peculiar shaping of a lightning bolt with a striking resemblance to the SS rune or Sowilo.

The first name I had ever remember being called for the worst part of my life was Freak, that was the name given to me by my, oh so loving relatives and my nickname was Boy.

Then when I began my schooling it was Harry, the other children laughed when I said my name is Freak. The teachers thought I was just being one of those children, they never believed that "upstanding" citizens like the Dursley's would ever call a child Freak, or convince the child that was their name. None of those so-called "adults" even stopped to wonder why I wore Chubley's—What? oh, right my apologies—Dudley's, far too large for my skin and bone figure, clothing, instead of something closer to my actual size, while precious "little" Dudders got new clothes every day.

Well, that is until about a year or so later when I met the man with green eyes and greying hair in a dark alley in Gotham. This man had a vision for a better future, a future without human corruption, a future he wanted me to be a part of. A child of six with a hero complex. Yes despite what those things had put me through, I wouldn't wish that kind of treatment on my worst enemy. Well, actually it would depend on who my worst enemy is... I fought for those who could not or would not do it for themselves. Even if half the time those few I did help never appreciated it.

Remember how I said my scar resembled the Sowilo rune?

My mentor told me that Sowilo is the rune of the extreme strength, embodying and channelling the power of the sun whose it symbolizes the energy and the light. Literally, this rune is the vital principle of the solar light. Sowilo also represents, as its form may assume, the power of the lightning bolt. Or more particularly, the rays of the sun which are present on the solar wheels found all across Europe. Interesting isn't it?

The Sowilo rune triumphantly resists the negative forces of death and destruction. Its existence is a proclamation of the never-ending triumph of light over the darkness. This rune illuminates the objectives that man, as a divine being wants to reach and achieve. At least that's what my mentor tells me.

I'm sure by now you are wondering who this mentor I speak of is, yes? Well in truth, he is the father I never had. He took me under his wing when my relatives met their... "untimely" end, on a trip to America, more specifically, to Gotham City. A city that is known to be plagued with criminal activity.

The Dursley's sure knew how to pick their vacations... NOT! Let's face it though... they were gonna dump me there anyway. A city filled with Freaks, or so my 'Uncle' had claimed. Just like me. Pfffft yeah right, there is only me no other is the same as ME. Not even a clone could compare to the original.

This man... is my real father. His name? Ra's al Ghul. Not the poor excuse of a human that had been apart of my creation. That boy in a man's body would never again hold a title of fatherhood... at least, not when I'm done with him... or his wife and their brat.

A long time ago my name was Harry James Potter. Now all I know is the League of Shadows... I am Xalvador Umbra. The Shadow Saviour.

A name I EARNED. It wasn't just some crummy thing thrust upon me by some, worthless sperm doner and an incubator who could have cared less! I don't need them... I never have. I never will.

I am the Reaper of human corruption and Death is my shadow. Lookout Wizards your end is near the Darkness is coming for you.

(A/N: yes I am very aware that Xalvador is Spanish and Umbra is the Latin word for shadow or darkness. That was intentional get over it)