The Heir of Azkaban: The Baby on a Doorstep

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November 2, 1981 (Early Morning)

Privet Drive was an utterly normal street with very normal houses that where inhabited by even more normal people. That is until a baby was left upon the doorstep of number four, curled in a basket with a letter tucked into the soft blankets. This baby represented everything the people in number four were against, for he was a magical child in every sense of the word. His name was Harry Potter, the son of a witch and wizard, and unknown to him he would forever be remembered by history.

In the shadows of the street a figure seemed to detach from them and glide across the ground toward the baby. The figure was draped in a dark cloak that seemed to expel all the light as they passed a dark abyss were the face would be except for the glow of silver eyes. The figure reached out to the baby, fingers moving in a gesture that sparked with a bit of light that flew toward the bundle. The baby seemed to glow before he curled up into a deeper sleep, allowing the figure to grasp the bundle and leaving the basket and letter behind.

The figure glided back into the shadows with the bundled baby and disappeared. When the habitants of number four awoke later that same morning they would find the basket and letter and start the events which would send an old man into a desperate search for the missing baby.

Later That Same Day

On the dark island of Azkaban in a fortress hidden from all eyes, the true ruler of Azkaban stood above a crib that held a baby. The figure had pushed back the hood of the black cloak to show a wrinkled face with bright silver eyes that seemed to be deep in thought. The man knew he had done what was required to preserve his people and maybe even to save the future of wizard kind. He leaned down to place a kiss against the lightning bolt shaped scar that was on the baby's forehead. Growling, eyes flashing in surprise at what he felt trapped within the magic of the scar he pulled back. Shaking his head he whispered in a gravelly voice, "this will not do at all!" then leaning down with a open mouth and breathed in. The wind started to pull inward, light gathering as it disappeared between his lips. The scar started to bleed as it split open, a shadow tinged with green seeping from the wound the man sucked in the shadow and grinned. Feeling the new magic and bit of soul settle into his body, energizing him with new found power the man chuckled softly.

Knowing the baby would continue to sleep awhile longer the man decided what to do next. Flicking a knife from his belt he made a small nick upon the end of his finger, placing it against the bleeding scar on the infant's forehead he rattled in a groaning voice "Flesh not of my own forcibly taken, you will be reborn", a flash of dark silver light settled over the baby before sinking into his body. "Blood of my body freely given, you will empower my heir", he growled out as a red glow enveloped both him and the baby before he intoned "Magic of death and life, unwillingly invoked, you will awaken within my chosen". With the last words a whirlwind surrounded them and then disappeared into the scar of the baby, sealing all wounds and leaving all as it was.

The Lord looked down upon the form of his new heir, a grin upon his lips. The baby was slightly glowing with a dark light as the ritual settled. Within the next 24 hours the boy would be fully his heir in magic and blood, combining the lines of several powerful Lords within one tiny body. He knew this boy would powerful and would shake the foundations of everything the world knew.

Same Day at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

An old man sat at a desk surrounded by whizzing and whirling gadgets, as well as portraits with moving figures. Said man was leaning forward, head held in his hands as the weight of the world seemed to bear down upon him. Sighing the Headmaster of Hogwarts, Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore, knew that he had done the right thing. He had placed the Potter boy with his relatives against the words of his parent's wills, but it had been for the best.

Per his agreement with the Dursleys he would not contact them till the letter from Hogwarts was sent to the boy. Of course he would have to try and keep an eye upon the boy, which is why he was in the process of installing his agent Arabella Figg into the community of Little Whinging. He knew she would do what was necessary to allow the families to watch their children, in turn being able to keep up with the health of the Potter boy.

The greatest Wizard in the world continue to make his plans not knowing that they were for not. The boy would not be raised in the manner he would expect and would not be ignorant of the Wizarding World as he wished. By the time he found out it would all be too late, for the fate of the boy had been sealed by blood and magic.

A/N: A short first chapter, but I wanted to get it out for all you folks that have already favortied and followed the story. Let me know what you think! I hope to have the next chapter out soon and it will be longer I promise. If anyone has suggestions or wants to beta the story please let me know.