Chapter 2

He gazed out of the viewport staring for many nights at the breathtaking globe. He was a certified genius philosopher, but his driving passion has always been genetics. Clad in virtually living scarlet armor; for that was exactly what it was, he looked the part of a warrior born, but this is far from the case. That however, does not mean that he lacks the necessary power.

"Such beauty, why waste it?" He silently contemplated. His homeland was riddled with super powered menaces. So, he really could not say that these beings were wasting their planet, but in many ways it was the same as his. He had to admit, in any reality, that bespeckled globe in his eyesight was a glorious sight to behold.

He left his homeland to find himself. His brief stint in madness had given him a new perspective on life. He left the hustle and bustle of his home dimension for an entirely new one, and because of the knawing in his gut. So that he might continue his research unabated. He never did get the chance to thank the individual that had just recently supplied with a working brain. That could always come later.

His instrumentation was whirling and quirking in the background. There was a sudden beep emitting from his armored wrist. Squashing down his silent thoughts, he whirled on his heels and took off at a brisk pace towards his lab.

He reached his lab just in time to witness an oppressive red glow come from his message boards. Reading: Last Spike-275,000/225,000 units. He had felt that spike. It stood out a dieing supernova amidst a black hole. That dark one was up to his tricks again. He wondered who the unfortunate soul was this time.

"I really should step in," but in the same thought, he dismissed this idea. In this he was but a silent observer. But, there was a nagging feeling knawing at his very soul to investigate this happening. "It is really against everything I sought to do here, but what the hell." The scarlet clad being quickly took up the coordinates and vanished.

In the ruins of Godric Hollow the self proclaimed dark lord left nothing save death and a slumbering child. Harry Potter lay amidst the ruins of the once proud home; the only survivor of the impossible. Throughout known history, there has never been a mortal that has survived the killing curse. To the fact that there was a survivor; that was nothing more than a suckling babe no less; is a testament to the power he will one day inherit.

The figure clad in scarlet armor appeared within the ruined structure. He spied the child immediately. He strolled over to the babe wondering in amazement that there was anything living in the disaster zone; much less a child. He stopped just short of the child and daintily plucked him from the smoldering ground. "You are undamaged little one? Huhmmm." Running a quick scan over the child he got his vital signs in little to no time at all, with the readout displaying upon the insides of his golden lenses.

His senses were well beyond a normal man's own. At first glance, he discerned the child's chances of survival, looking past the physical, and into the metaphysical. On a cursory inspection, it seemed that the child was fine; save a jagged cut in the shape of a lightning bolt on his forehead. But as he looked deeper, he saw the infestation; the sickness entwined within his soul. He knew instinctively what needed to be done even as he stated it more to himself than anyone else.

"Well, it seems that you do need my assistance after all. It is a shame that no one has come to check on your wellbeing. He spied a look at his surroundings and saw the other two bodies. No time now, if I don't act, he won't make it. He knew that was not to be, even as he willed life back into the child fighting the infestation of his soul. Such potential shouldn't go to waste needlessly. I always wanted a child of my own. Perhaps you would like come with me then. The stars are what you need. So much more than the legacy that was left for you. I need to act quickly. You will not survive the evening the night if I dally." So, in a blaze of crimson light, the armor clad entity and little Harry Potter disappeared from the face of the earth.

Albus Dumbledore appeared at the ruins of Godric Hollow with a silent pop of displaced air. He was too late in stopping this massacre from occurring. "If only I had been here!" He raged to himself. In his century plus spanning life he has many regrets; the Potters being a close second in that regard. Not only had he lost the prophecy child, he had condemned the last remaining Potters to their collective deaths.

Now, it was hardly his fault, but he could not help but shoulder the blame for this "mismanagement". He was also late in stopping Sirius from flying on a tangent after Peter.

The little rat bastard had without a doubt sold his soul to a madman in exchange for empty promises that he would never receive. He would have liked to believe that poor Peter was bullied into following ole Tom, but one can never be too sure about anything in this day and age.

He felt magics' most foul in the immediate area, with the highest concentration coming from what would have been the direction of little Harry's nursery. As he gingerly stepped through the scene, he saw the grisly bodies of James and Lily Potter. Blacked and burnt beyond recognition, he could help but shed tears of remorse on what he believed to be his own doing.

If he had not known who lived in this once cozy little abode, he would have never been able to identify James Potter. Despite being charred to the bone and beyond, he still gave off a tangle aura. "Properly from the remains of the destroyed wards," he thought. "Poor James, Gods save his soul." The silent prayer was the only condolences that he had to offer at the moment. "I will take better care of your child." He knew switching to Peter was a horrible idea, but James's steadfastness in his friends left him with little options. He could have…no, he Should have insisted that Sirius be the Keeper of the Secret. Maybe that way, the death of his students would have been avoided. "Needless lives wasted…for nothing. Damn you Tom Riddle, Damn you to eternal hell for the lives that you've taken."

He came along to Lily Potter, the once beautiful genius wife of James. Her body way burned as well, but he felt the remains of foreign magics around her resting place. It felt "right". Despite his genius, those were the only words that he could muster to describe it. Her face was a frozen in a mask of everlasting sorrow, but it had the remnants of a smile. "Poor child was properly driven half mad." He broke down again at the pitiful sight, and offered up another prayer for the dutiful Mother and wife. He moved the bodies of Husband and Wife to the yonder meadow, then turned his attention to the last Heir of the Potter House.

He never did find little Harry, but it was never for lack of trying. In the end, he exhausted all his myriad magical means of locating him. It was as if he vanished into the darkness to never return. Somebody has taken young Harry, he didn't know who, but when he did, there would be hell to pay. He broke down for the third time that evening, mourning for the last of the Potters. He took the bodies back to his beloved school for burial preparations. It took the steadfast Hagrid to pull him out of his funk.

The entity in scarlet armor appeared on the bridge of his flagship. He fled to the lab with the utmost haste. If he was going to save the child in his arms, he would have to move expeditiously.

"At his mental command, a medical tank appeared from within the bowels of the massive ship. He placed the babe inside the cube like contraption gingerly. The instrumentation of his ship did what they were programmed to do. Grey masks shrouded the child's face, insuring that he had a healthy supply of oxygen. Various other living metal contraptions surrounded the child. With the preparation complete, the tank filled with water like liquid of the bluest blue.

A gigantic ray-like gun was mounted to the ceiling of the lab. A massive hydraulic lift raised the tank to the summit. The entity looked to the streaming energy flowing from the tank, and with a twist of a massive red dial, turned the output higher.

The tank threatened to burst apart as the high pitched whine increased throughout the chamber. The liquid in the tanked turned from the bluest blue to an oppressive red. The twin glows bathed the chamber in crimson and golden lights. As the ascending tank merged with the energy, the entity threw a massive switch, and the stream trickled to a screeching halt.

There was a deafening roar as little Harry Potter went through a transformation the likes of which no man has ever seen.

The massive cannon retracted back from whence it came. The tank descended back to the lab floor, and the armor clad entity's digits flew over instrumentation instinctively as only he could.

He moved with purpose abandon across the various panels. He reached out a scarlet clad hand, and flipped another switch; this one sending a shockwave throughout the expansive chamber.

The power suddenly ceased, and all light within the chamber abruptly shut off; save the oppressive red glow of the mad tank. After long minutes, the tank shifted from red to a deep gold color before settling undoubtly on killing curse green.

"It is done." The entity stated. Little Harry Potter was still a child, but he was frighteningly more than any man could ever be. The entity spared one last look upon the tank, turned on his heels, and strode from the lab. He had preparations to attend to for his new heir, the last legacy of once man.

With a smile behind the mask, Doctor Herbert Wyndham at long last has found his redemption.

Please Review.

Panther73110- Thanks for my first review. As I said in my bio, I'm new to the world of fanfiction writing. I have been reading it for far, far longer than that. I figured that I would try my luck. As for the blood protection, if you know who the good Doctor IS, Harry now has all the protection he'll ever need. If you don't know, just google him for a character bio. I had intended for the blood ritual to be more a formality than anything else. But, I might end up adding it as a side story to accompany this one, because I need to cover the gaping hole I left with it.. If I ever find the time.

On a side note, I got an email stating that I have favorite authors on my favorite list, but only one story listed as a favorite. If I have an Author listed as a favorite, then that means that all the things that that author has written is a favorite of mine.

If I listed all my favorite stories, there would be a laundry list of them! So, I just list the author instead. It's much easier that way. And please note, that all my favorite have not been listed. I suppose that I'll get to it at a later date though.

"Just thought you ought to know."

I think that I may have bitten off more than I can chew with this one. Right now, I'm writing this on the fly. I now however, have a basic outline on where I want this thing to go. I think I'll save FFT for the sequal. At any rate, we'll see.

Till next time, enjoy.

Cash