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A/N: I have a feeling this chapter will be shorter then I hoped. I think it's more of a filler. I have big plans for this story and I'm pretty sure it will have quite a few chapters. I

apologise for the shoddy attempt at poetry later on. Thanks to the people who reviewed, it was jolly decent of you…haha. If you're not understanding things and I'm not making

them clear, please review and tell me and I'll try my hardest to fix my mistakes. Hopefully there'll be less typos in this one too! Last time was hopeless. Without further adieu, I give

you, A Simple Misconception, Chapter one.

Chapter one

Albus Dumbledore was worried. It had been 6 hours since the horrifying tragedy at the Potters and Harry had still not been found. The manor was nothing but deserted rubble and

almost all the order had been dispatched to look for the one year old. The only reason Dumbledore even thought the boy was alive was because he had Harry's Soul Monitor,

which was currently informing him that the infant was alive and kicking somewhere out of range. Dumbledore sighed; he wasn't sure what he'd do if he couldn't find Harry. That

irritating prophecy made certain that Dumbledore needed the boy around.

There was a knock at the door to his office, and Minerva McGonagall walked in, hands clutched behind her back and thin lips pursed. Albus looked at her inquiringly,

"Minerva, I assume you're here to give me a status report?"

"Albus, he's no where to be found. We've looked everywhere. What if…what if Black has him? What if he's in terrible danger!?" all this was said very quickly and after she said it,

Minerva looked like she was about to faint. Dumbledore quickly conjured a chair for her, which she sank into gratefully, summoning herself a scalding cup of tea which she sipped

at while Dumbledore spoke.

"Minerva, it's all right, Harry isn't in any danger at the present time, and I'm almost certain at this stage that he's not somewhere where we could find him. While I'm as concerned

as you are, I don't think we'll find Harry until he's ready to be found."

"Albus, he's a one year old. I really don't think he's up to playing hide-and-seek."

"Minerva, trust me when I say that there's nothing we can do until the boy turns 11."

"You mean when he gets his letter?"

"Precisely, the Hogwarts letter will find him, even if he's in a whole other relm."

"You think he's with a Faery race?"

"With that boy, Minerva, anything is possible."

After McGonagall had left, Dumbledore lay back and shut his eyes. Looking for Harry Potter was giving him a headache, it seemed that like he had said to Minerva, Dumbledore

would just have to wait and hope that Harry was alright. With another sigh, Dumbledore turned to the stack of papers on his desk. It was time to find another Defence Against the

Dark Arts teacher, Dumbledore frowned again, they never lasted very long.

While Dumbledore was pondering the loss of his potential pawn, other events were unfolding.

Xavier apparated into a large clearing, surrounded by tall oak trees that screamed knowledge and power. On closer inspection, it was revealed that next to every tree was a tall,

willowy creature with piercing eyes of various shades of green. They were distinguished from humans by two slightly pointed ears and an almost ethereal look in their solemn eyes

which stared unblinkingly at Xavier and his small charge. After what seemed like an age, a light wind swept the clearing and the mood seemed to change unexplainably to a much

lighter, almost joyous mood. The solemn eyes almost seemed to smile and one of the creatures walked forward, to stand in front of Xavier and Harry. He seemed somehow much

more majestic then the others and when he spoke, it was a rich sound which reverberated slightly around the clearing.

"Youngling, you have completed your task, the elders are satisfied." Xavier bowed low, as was the custom, and straightening up, he caught a glimpse of pride in the elder's eyes.

"Thankyou, Elder, it was an honour serving you and the prophecy." Xavier murmured the customary response as he waited for what he knew would come next.

"An honour it was, and an honour it will continue to be. Xavier, you shall oversee the boy in his new environment and make sure that he grows into and exceeds his abilities." This

said, the Elder inclined his head and swiftly walked away.

Xavier half smiled at his retreating back, he'd known this would happen. Elders hated getting involved with mortals, especially humans. After the prophecy, this human was especially

problematic. Oh the prophecy, Xavier grimaced as he remembered the ancient legend.


There will come a dark time,

For Fae and all alike.

There will be darkness and despair,

With little to no respite.


But to the world, A gift shall come,

In a fiery mortal blessed.

With Fae assistance, there will be triumph

And help to lay the land to rest.


Human hands, spill human blood,

Human hands feel death.

Human hands will be our saviour,

If human hands can pass the test.

Marked by lightning, Zeus above,

Dreams tell of his coming,

Hidden Saviour to the one he'll love.

Destruction written in the air,

Darkness suffocating in a starless night.

Xavier had been the obvious choice for the prophecy, his name fitting the prophecy almost scarily. Fae, unlike humans and their silly fortune tellings, thought it was a great honour to

be an instrument for a prophecy and so now Xavier was awarded a higher status amongst Fae as Harry Potter's Hidden Saviour. He now had to watch unbeknownst to the little

boy as Harry Potter grew up in a selective environment, meticulously prepared for him by the Fae. Speaking of selective environments, it was time Harry was taken to his. With a

small sigh, Xavier prepared to apparate once again.

When the golden light had cleared Xavier could see the outskirts of a small village. It was quaint in an other-worldly sense. Small, thatched houses surrounded a cobbled square, the

centre of which proudly displayed a large brass bell. Horses grazed in grassy fields around the high wooden walls of the town and crops could be seen in the distant fields, in which

hazy shapes could be glimpsed moving around.

Xavier smiled to himself as he surveyed the scene. It had been a stroke of genius on his part to send Harry to grow up in a primitive muggle village. Not only would it remove the

constraints of the present wizarding community from his mind, but it would act as the perfect site for the catalysts he was planning to use to urge the boy to his full potential. With the

right pushes and prods, he was sure the small baby sleeping peacefully in his arms could be truly formidable indeed.

He walked forward and into the village, pausing to observe the bustle around him. People were rushing around with arm loads of food, firewood or doing other things like feeding

animals or cleaning dwellings. So far no one had noticed him and he wondered how long it would be before they did. Certainly he looked nothing like them. For one thing, he was at

least a foot taller and he very much doubted that any of them had seen hair as black as his or eyes so blue. By far his most distinguishing feature would be his pointed ears that

would definitely alert them to his…difference if nothing else did. Lucky his ears were hidden by his hair, he wouldn't want anyone getting too suspicious.

He walked purposely through the village, to where Harry was to live. He had chosen this very carefully. He needed Harry to be independent, but at the same time reciprocal to

love. The family he had chosen, he was certain would provide these things. It also didn't hurt that everyone in the family was susceptible to his Fae compulsion, which meant that if

things weren't going to plan then he could give them a little, nudge in the right direction.

He turned a corner and the little thatched house that Harry would learn to call home came into view. As he neared the building, shouts were heard and 4 children ran out, chasing

each other. They all had black hair and bright blue eyes. Xavier smiled to himself, Raven children he thought in his head, they would be useful. Smiling to himself, he cast a slight

compulsion on everyone inside (2 more children and the mother and father) before gently knocking on the door.

It was opened by a middle aged woman with the same raven coloured hair and piercing blue eyes as the four children. Her eyes narrowed in suspicion at the sight of Xavier but

promptly widened in joy when they alighted on the baby nestled in his arms.

"Is that my little Harry? Why we all thought he'd died!" she exclaimed in surprise.

Xavier smiled, these humans were even easier to trick then he'd first suspected. He'd planted this idea in their heads over the past months until they were certain that the latest baby

had been stillborn.

"Mam, it's a miracle, the midwife was able to revive him and she asked me to bring him over as soon as he was righted."

The woman squealed in delight and grabbed the child, planting a kiss on his forehead. Harry, you miracle baby!

"Miss, please be gentle, he's had a rough time, let that there birthmark on his forehead remind you of that, he lived when he wasn't supposed to."

"Yes, yes I understand. Harry, my little miracle baby! Thankyou so much for bringing him to me."

With that, the woman went back into her house, shutting the door on Xavier. He smiled, silently congratulating himself on his brilliance before turning and walking back the way he

had come. Harry Potters training had officially begun.