So this chapter is what happens to that pesky letter, Green ink and lies in my opinion. Those lemon drops and twinkleing blue eyes are Evil, no light or dark about it.

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A/N:

This chapter was reworked as of 11/18/13

An interlude of sorts:

1991-

The July air was muggy and heavy with the presence of august lingering in the air. While august was sure to be the hottest month of the year, the last day of July was positively stifling. The red brick building with crumbling words slapped across it was covered in a haze of heat as the tall form of a woman made her way towards it.

She seemed out of place in the ancient and destitute area of outer London. Her clothing of choice on this particular day was a severe crimson dress with sleeves reaching her wrists and a hem touching the tops of her sensible brown shoes. She was obviously elderly, but moving with a grace uncommonly youthful. With her grey-brown hair pulled sharply into a bun behind her neck and the odd lines around her eyes and mouth though, she could have been anywhere between forty and sixty.

In her hand she held a small envelope, made of thick white parchment with elegantly flowing script written across it.

The letter was no ordinary missive, it was an acceptance letter. Its author the Headmaster of the elite school Hogwarts that specialized in Witch Craft and Wizardry. The woman's name was Minerva McGonagall and she was the deputy headmistress.

It was uncommon for her to find herself in the Muggle streets of London, but the letter she had was one of three that had already been sent. As no reply was forth coming The headmaster had asked her to see to the delay herself.

She knocked on the door that seemed to cave in a bit further with each tap to its frame.

It was only a minute before the door was opened and a haggard looking woman with a child on her hip Stood before her. She looked much younger in years than Minerva herself but stress beyond her age had weathered her features. She had mousy hair and large watery brown eyes.

Readjusting the child on her hip she shushed his whining before saying in a hoarse and quite voice. "What do you need Madame?" Minerva was surprised to note her voice was overlain thickly with a German accent.

Brushing aside her misgivings toward the whole situation Minerva began her duty, as she did every year. The singular duty of explaining to muggles about magic and how it was not a hoax, not a joke and to be taken seriously please.

"I am Deputy Headmistress McGonagall. I have not received notice for several letters sent to your establishment in the name of a Harry James Potter." She held out the copy of the acceptance letter as proof, least the woman deny the claim.

The woman's eyes darkened and she set the blond toddler down. She pushed the boy inside warning him to "Get to the kitchen right quick."

With a hard look at the witch the haggard woman step over the threshold and slammed the door back into its frame. Leaning against the rotting wood with features set in stone and her arms crossed in front of her thin chest she seemed to assess the intentions of the impeccably dressed witch before speaking again, the Accent she had even more pronounced with some emotion.

"Harry J. Potter." she began, tipping her head down and speaking wistfully

"I was the only one working the night they brought the boy in. He was tiny, barely looked his nine months. Beautiful though. I don't know much about it, beyond it was a small red-haired woman dropping him in my arms sobbing like the world had fallen from under her. Barely got out the lads name and begged me to take him. Wasn't the first woman to come knocking and shoot off like that, but the boy was so young. A quiet, peaceful looking little thing really.

Normally the mothers give birth to them here, or don't get rid of the young ones till they reach three or four. The young mothers just can't handle it you see, especially when they're as alone as she seemed that night. But that was the first and last night I saw that baby."

She stopped as if unsure what to say next. Minerva was highly unnerved as it was. Lily had been the one to come here it seemed, her mind was racing, but Lily hadn't... What of the dark mark burned hideously into her face? The blood shed been drenched in that night and the hysteria? Would she have given little Harry away? It could hardly be coincidence, guessing his mother was a tiny red-head. Polyjuice?

The woman began again, snapping Minerva's tumulus blue eyes back to the woman in front of her.

"I was the only person here that night. We had five kids. All of them over ten back then. Well behaved. Sweet and smart to. Why have to pay so many surplus nurses, and all that, right? Tight ass bureaucrats. So I went and found a ready-set crib with blankets and dragged it in one of the older boy's room.

Wasn't his fault. Hardly could have stopped it with that bloody bump on his head could he? But that was it. The baby was gone in the morning and Ralphie was in it something awful."

The woman's watery eyes seemed to liquefy ten-fold with emotion. Minerva was still in shock. Harry Potter, the prophesized savior, redeemer and public face of the light side, was gone. His Hogwarts letter was coming to a place he was not. And most horrifying of all Lily Potter was implicit in her son's missing status.

So many plans collapsing into one another. Years of waiting and questions worthless. Harry potter was not here. Hadn't been since the first night he'd been missing.

It was all the indignant woman could do to thank the strange woman before turning away to find the nearest ally to apparate away, a confrontation being her obvious intention. Albus would not be pleased.

Staring after the irate witch the Germanic woman's appearance began to shimmer and melt into that of an Irish African woman. The building behind her dissolved as well, leaving her to turn and smirk at the image of a blond toddler In the ruins of an abandoned alleyway.

The toddler opened his mouth revealing a grin filled with needle like teeth and he asked softly "Is she going to bop the Dumblydork a bad one? Make him hurt so bad? Is her Grizzy?" the soft tone and wicked words would have evoked a shudder in the most hard hearted person, but the woman called Grizzy merely smiled a soft smile and replied with her own disturbing tone.

"Oh I cannot say. I can tell you they will not bother with much else until dear Eli is revealed. We have years my little one, absolute years before they find out and then it will all be too late!"

She squealed and picked the small creature up spinning him about until he hissed a harsh laugh as well, allowing a long serpentine tongue to caress his fangs.

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