Chapter 1

1995

Raccoon City, New Jersey.

Quite a number of years had passed since Tom Riddle had placed that piece of his soul into that potion. The Inferi that has escaped the cave was caught and picked up by a new pharmaceutical company called Umbrella, who saw potential in the find. Many wizards were ignorant of the fact that magic left traces that were detectable in the muggle world. The magic that turned a corpse into an Inferi was able to be detected as a virus, and though many wizards would say that muggles were incapable of manipulating or duplicating that virus, since it was generated in magic, they would be wrong.

For deep in the bowels of top-secret laboratories, the noted Scientist William Birkin had examined the virus, after the body had been restrained and the blood had been extracted. It really was too bad about those unfortunate lab men who had been bitten and infected, but it was just as well, since it allowed the good Doctor Birkin to see that the virus could be spread to others. Those bodies were being examined as well, and the virus had been manipulated and duplicated and tested on many things, from human to plant to animal to insect. Hybrids had even been created. Dr. Birkin called the virus the T-Virus, and from the original he had created his biggest accomplishment, the G-Virus. Umbrella would surely promote him and sell these viruses to the highest bidder.

Of course, if Dr. Birkin had been as smart as he believed he was, he would have decapitated the bodies as soon as he could. Instead, he left them in their state of rotting half life, and when one body rotted past the point of usefulness, he simply infected a new one. This would prove to be a fatal oversight.

Somewhere in Scotland

Not so far away, a 15 year old boy named Harry Potter was sitting in the Headmaster's office of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. He was awaiting the arrival of the Headmaster, Albus Dumbledore. He had been sent hear after he had battled Tom Riddle in the Ministry of magic Atrium. Of course, Tom Riddle hadn't been known as Tom Riddle for quite some time. He was known now as "You-Know-Who", "He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named" or, to those who were not spineless sheep, Lord Voldemort, the darkest wizard of the 20th century.

Now, you may ask yourself, why did a 15 year old boy battle the self styled Dark Lord? How did he even survive, as Voldemort must have years and years of experience over him. Well, they answer is simple. Well, no, not simple really, but it's an explanation nevertheless. When Harry Potter was a baby, a prophecy was spoke that cast one of two boys as the sole ones with the ability to vanquish Voldemort forever. The deciding factor would be which child Voldemort sought and attempted to kill. That boy was Harry. At the age of 15 months, Voldemort killed his parents, Lily and James Potter, and attempted to kill him as well, using the curse that had dispatched so many, as well as helped to inflate his army of Inferi. But the curse rebounded on the Dark Lord, forcing his mangled soul away from his body, and sending him into a life of less than a ghost. At least until he returned at the end of Harry's fourth year at school

But none of this went through young Harry's mind at this moment. In fact, Harry didn't even know what the prophecy contained, as he had just found out of its existence. No, the young adolescent was worrying over the health of his friends who went with him on the adventure to the Ministry of magic, and he was praying to whatever deities were listening that they would be O.K.

A side effect of Voldemort's attack on harry was a mind link between the two. Up until recently, Voldemort had been unaware that the link was there, but it would periodically send Harry visions and warnings of Voldemort's activity. After Voldemort became aware of this connection, he sent Harry a vision of his Godfather being tortured. Harry, along with his friends Hermione Granger, Ron and Ginny Weasley, Neville Longbottom and Luna Lovegood had made their way to the Ministry, where they found they had been lead into a trap.

As Harry's friends were one by one cut down by dark curse injuries, Dumbledore's Order of the Phoenix arrived to help fight. Harry saw his Godfather, Sirius Black, dropped by a curse cast by his cousin, Death Eater Bellatrix Lestrange, and was sure he was dead. Enraged and made reckless by grief, he chased after her, being caught up into a battle by Voldemort. If Dumbledore hadn't come and fought him off, Harry would have died.

So now here Harry was, alive and uninjured physically, but wracked with guilt, certain his friends and Godfather had died because of his actions, and hi idiocy. The only good thing to come out of this mess was that the Minister of magic, Cornelius Fudge, could no longer deny that Voldemort had returned, has he had done for the last year, and could clear Sirius' name. Small comfort though it was, it was at least something.

The fireplace roared green and Dumbledore stepped through, surveying Harry's dejected form over the top of his spectacles. After a few moments, he spoke.

"Well, Harry. You will be pleased to know that there were no deaths on the Light side this night. Your friends are being patched up my Madam Pomfrey, as is Sirius. They will need to stay in the Hospital Wing for a few days, but they will be fine after that. The Minister was also forced to clear Sirius, and the announcement will be made in the Daily Prophet in the next few days. "

Relief flooded through Harry, so warm that he became weak-kneed. He collapsed onto a chair and cried his tears of relief, hoping now that his friends wouldn't hate him for getting them injured. There were some things he had to know first, before he went to see them. When he spoke, his relief was evident in his voice, but it was underlaced with steel, letting the headmaster know he would not be brushed aside this time.

"Thank you, sir. Professor, the Death Eaters said there was a prophecy about Voldemort and me… but it was smashed. I asked you, back in First year, why Voldemort had tried to kill me. You told me that I could know when I was older. Well, I'm older now, and Voldemort's back. I think now is a good time to tell me."

Dumbledore sat and thought. In reality, he did not want to tell Harry about the prophecy. He felt Harry was too young to know, and that he had no idea what it really meant. But he could hear the determination in Harry's voice, and knew he would not take no for an answer. Not this time. So, he reluctantly told harry the prophecy.

When he was finished, Harry sat. Rage seethed through him. He was angrier that he'd ever been before in his life. Dumbledore knew this prophecy for years, and could have trained him, but instead let him sit there. Before he could stop himself, he exploded.

"You knew this the whole time. I asked you years ago, why he killed my parents and tried to kill me! You could have told me then! You could have trained me! Instead you sent me to live with abusive muggles who didn't even tell me I was a wizard! Voldemort has years of experience over me and you waited until now to tell me this? Why? What could you possibly have been thinking? Answer me!"

Dumbledore sighed. He knew Harry wouldn't understand why he did this. But he could try and explain.

"It was better for you to be isolated from the Wizarding World. Many Death Eaters were still free, and had sworn to kill you. Your Aunt and Uncle decreed that no wizards or witches were to come near their home. I wanted you to enjoy your childhood, Harry-"

"Enjoy my childhood? Are you blind, old man? Do you not see how I come to school every year with fresh bruises? Or how I've lost more weight than I've gained? I didn't enjoy my childhood, you manipulative old codger, I was abused throughout it. I was beaten, starved, locked up, mocked and ridiculed whenever those bastards felt like it." Harry's rage knew no bounds at this point, and the sneer was evident in his voice as he continued. "I'm so glad you left me to enjoy my childhood, Dumbledore. Now I'm going to visit my friends and family and see how they are doing. I'm telling you this now: Stay away from me. You've meddled enough in my life and I won't allow you to do it anymore."

With that, Harry turned and stalked out of the office, slamming the door behind him.