AN: This is a sample of an idea that I had regarding a Harry Potter fic (while it has elements from Witcher none of those characters will be making an appearance so it isn't technically a crossover). This is my attempt at using a freeform writing style instead of my standard plot mapping. The updates will be sporadic at best and is more of an outlet for me when I get a bit of writer's block. Let me know what you think and I'll try and post more chapters.

"Not Harry! Please Not Harry!" a woman's voice shouted into the night as a robed figure with glowing red eyes finally lost the little patience he had.

"Avada Kedavra!" the high voice of the robed man hissed as a green light shot from the stick in his hand. He turned his attention to the now defenseless child in the crib, "No one can kill the greatest Dark Lord of all time! Avada Kedavra!" What happened next was entirely unexpected, when the green killing curse struck the child he was surrounded by a glowing white light before he disappeared leaving a gaping Dark Lord and a killing curse striking him.

Albus Dumbledore serenely walked the same path that was just tread by Lord Voldemort only a short half hour ago. He entered the blown out door and saw a man with messy brown hair and glassy unseeing eyes laying at the site of a battle, his wand held limply in his fingers, glasses strewn on the ground nearby. Shaking his head the Chief Warlock moved on and up the stairs. Next he saw the wreckage of the nursery, another body prone on the ground, this time being held by a man with dark hair. His eyes were moist and unfocused, staring at the crumpled robes on the ground.

When Albus stepped up to the doorway the man's eyes flashed over to him, "He's gone Dumbledore. Harry is nowhere to be seen." He then gently laid down the still red head before closing her eyes. He stood shakily as he levitated Lily Potter behind him, "We need to find Pettigrew. He was trusted with my family's life and he betrayed them!" The man's stone gray eyes were hardened into chips of granite before the sorrow overtook him, "My godson is gone and I would bet Pettigrew knows where he is."

Albus watched as the man shakily stumbled back down stairs. His eyes took the room in again as he frowned. "Are they both gone? Is that what the prophecy meant?" He bent down and moved the robes but found nothing. Standing with disappointment on his face he moved back down stairs only to find Sirius Black crying over the bodies of James and Lily Potter. Giving a sad sigh he moved back outside to see a contingent of Aurors bearing down on the residence. Raising his hands with his palms outwards he slowed the Aurors, "Gentlemen there is news. Voldemort has been defeated!" The Aurors were shocked until they let out loud cheers, with a few being less enthusiastic. "Unfortunately it came at the cost of the elder Potter's lives."

After that Albus redirected their search for the missing Pettigrew. He was successful in pulling Sirius away from his mourning long enough to get the man to agree to hiding Harry's disappearance. Sirius left to make arrangements for the Potters while Albus returned to the school he left in his hurry to learn of what Hagrid had told him. He walked into his office, bookshelves lined the walls as his phoenix companion landed back on his perch. He quickly moved to a pedestal on the side of the room. His fingers lightly traced the spine of the book seated there as he opened it. His eyes took in the self-updating list of attendees for Hogwarts, his fingers flipping pages until he got to the most recent year. He paused as he made his way down the list and saw, dead center of the page, Harry Potter's name in the typical black ink. Sighing he smiled, even as the amount of red names had increased since he last sought out the Admission's Book. Closing it back he moved over to his desk and rested his hand under his chin as he thought over tonight's revelations. His musing was disturbed by a light chirp as his companion for so many years lightly sang, "Fawkes." He mumbled with a slight smile, "I am not sure of what to do, but he lives. Maybe he will reappear when it comes time to enroll."

Time moved on. Albus used his seat as Chief Warlock to ensure Sirius wasn't lambasted into Azkaban, knowing he was the only link he had to Harry at the moment. Sirius had buried his friends and proceeded to chase down and capture Pettigrew. When he had no idea where Harry was Sirius threw him to Azkaban. While grieving he watched as all manner of Death Eaters bought there way out of prison sentences and he grew angry. He stormed back into his family home and took over. His mother, of course, threw a mighty tantrum, but was quelled quickly when Arcturus the aging and tired Lord Black took Sirius back in, as he was the only surviving Black heir. Arcturus wasn't going to let some jumped up frog take his family name. Sirius was quickly and brutally taught everything he would need to know to run the family. Walburga Black made a nuisance of herself anytime she could. When Sirius finally took the Lord's seat he was quick to ship her off to a faraway manor with her demented elf.

For the next several years, Sirius would search for his missing godson, but would be left disappointed. He used his new influence to stop the encroaching power swamp of the many Dark Families that survived. Several times he was approached about his godson and when books about his 'adventures' started hitting the shelves, he was quick with his response. The books were all marked as fiction and paid a massive royalty to the Potter Accounts.

When Harry's first year of Hogwarts was upon him he ended up drinking away his misery in his home with Remus Lupin, long time friend and marauder. Harry's address could not be found, but he was still alive. Unsure of what to do he took over the Potter Accounts and used his Grandfather's teachings to ready it for his godson if he ever reappeared.

Dumbledore, on the other hand, was worried when no sign of Harry was found. Realizing Harry wasn't there but that Quirrell was the host for his old student, Tom Riddle, he removed the stone and banished Tom from the castle. Sighing as he sat down on his seat at the head table and watched as the children were still talking over the no show Potter heir. He was worried when he found that the prophecy was still in play and he was even more worried now. Harry was still missing.

The next few years were just proof of the eventual return of Voldemort. A cursed diary that he had taken from a young Ginerva Weasley gave him his greatest clue on how Tom survived that night. The next year Cornelius Fudge, Minister for Magic, was convinced of the danger to Hogwarts when Peter Pettigrew escaped Azkaban, due to a foul up by the guards, and posted Dementors around the school grounds. Peter never showed. Dumbledore assumed he would be on his way to his master, ready to help him on his return to a body.

Summer of 94' saw a Death Eater attack on the World Cup and the first sighting of the dark mark in the sky since 1981. Albus found himself constantly moving between his roles as Headmaster, Chief Warlock, and Supreme Mugwump of the ICW. He was so busy that he almost missed the beginning of the school year. This year he was being forced to host the 'Tri-Wizard Tournament' and he wasn't exactly pleased with it. This was evident to anyone who knew him as he gave the blustering minister in his office a bland look, "I am aware, Cornelius, of how to be a good host."

Cornelius stood there twirling his bowler hat and pacing, "We have to make a good impression on the foreign schools Dumbledore. The cock-up at the world cup didn't help our image, a bunch of people just making trouble." He finished off mumbling the end of his sentence. Straightening up he put his hat back on and turned to the annoyed Headmaster. It was at this point he realized he might have upset the Defeater of Grindelwald, "Yes, well, I'll leave it in your hands Dumbledore." He spoke quickly before making a hasty retreat through the floor.

Albus Dumbledore sighed as he leaned back in his chair, feeling his age of 112. He rubbed the bridge of his nose as his glasses lifted. He moved his gaze to the side and looked at his phoenix companion who was preening himself, "Is this world truly ready for me to step down." Turning his gaze back to the sleeping portraits dotting the walls, "More and more I've realized how little I have done in the years since Voldemort's fall. The Ministry is led by that fool who doesn't realize the dangers still lurking, waiting for their master to return." Shaking his head he stood ready to see the sorting. "Come on Alister, I hope your song this year is better than last year's."

The sorting went as it usually does, the only surprise was a boy sorted into Hufflepuff, muggleborn by the name McKinnon. Maybe it was a lost family member. Albus' musing were cut short when he realized that everyone was finished eating so he stood to address the students, "This year quidditch will be canceled" Loud groans and protests were being spoken so he raised his voice a bit and lowered his hands repeatedly, "due to a special event being held here at the school." Murmurs and whispering now dominated the students, "This year we will be hosting the Tri-Wizard tournament! Three champions will be selected, one from each school, and they shall compete in a series of events. Due to previous tournaments, only those of age by Oct. 31 can compete! The other school will be arriving the night before our Halloween feast. That is all, prefects please lead your new house mates up to your dormitories and have a good night!"

Dumbledore sat back down and watched as the students filed out of the great hall. His thoughts still drifted to the many issues that have popped up lately. It wasn't until he noticed his deputy giving him a concerned look and the hall now being empty that he stood again. "Albus are you alright?"

"I'm just fine Minerva, just letting my thoughts wander." Dumbledore said with a kind smile at his long time friend and previous student. "I believe it is time for me to retire for the night. Have a good evening my dear."

\OO-OO/

"-and the Hogwarts Champion is… Cedric Diggory!" Applause rang out from all the students, the house of badgers being exceptionally vocal. Waving his hands to calm everyone back down he continued, "Now that we have our champions, the Tr-" What Albus was about to say was cut off as the Goblet flickered several times and a torn piece of paper was spat out of the still active flames. Deftly catching it Dumbledore was stumped at what it read. His eyes shot up to take in the waiting crowd, "Harry Potter?" He said with barely a whisper. Several nearby students caught it and the noise quickly amped up.

It wasn't until a loud bang started editing from the Goblet that everyone's attention was pulled back to the situation at hand. Albus, unsure of what was happening, put himself in front of his students. Slowly the noise emanating from the Goblet increased until fire erupted from it and splashed like liquid onto the ground. The flames spread into a small circle and shot up nearly 20 feet. The light blinded the spectators, but once their eyes cleared they found themselves looking at a young man carrying two swords, his stance was ready for combat, the clothes he was wearing were primarily leather, his hair was a thick and unruly black, and his eyes were a shining emerald.

"Who are you and where am I?" the young man asked as he eyed the old man before him. He felt someone approaching behind him and quickly spun, leveling his iron sword at the neck of a man with a crazy looking eye. "I won't ask again."

Albus Dumbledore is a man who has seen much, but watching the fabled Goblet of Fire spit out a human, and one he would bet his robe collection on being Harry Potter, he was finally stumped. When his old friend Moody approached from the head table, he watched as young Harry spun in place and pulled a sword with action that looked as natural as walking for most. Raising his hands up he slowly approached, "Now now, this is a school and there are children nearby. Why don't we talk in the antechamber?" Dumbledore said as he nodded to the door on the side of the Hall.

The young man gave Moody a wary look before he backed up a step and sheathed his sword. He gave a slight nod to Dumbledore before he stood back and waited. Catching on Albus waved Moody forward and proceeded the 'fourth champion' leading him to the off chamber of the great hall.

Walking in he sighed in frustration when he remembered that the other champions were still waiting. "What took you so long, Dumbledore?" Headmaster of Drumstrang, Igor Kakaroff asked with a bit of impatience in his tone. Albus gave a grandfatherly smile as he moved further into the room with Moody.

"There has been a complication. A fourth champion has been chosen by the goblet." Dumbledore said as the doors closed behind a young man who entered the room and started measuring up the others around him.

"Bah a fourth champion? Is this Hogwarts trying to cheat by adding another of their students?!" Kakorff asked, He then looked over the newest entry.

"Ah Headmaster Kakaroff, you would be mistaken, as this young man doesn't attend my school and was in fact summoned by the Goblet when his name came out." Albus explained. Meanwhile the other champions were looking over their new competitor. He was tall for his age at a decent 5'5", his body was covered in leather armor of some sort, and his face was young but had a few small scars, the most prominent being a long cut that bisected his right eyebrow. Dumbledore turned to the young man, "My name is Albus Dumbledore, Headmaster of this school, Hogwarts. Who are you?"

The young man eyed him for a moment and nodded slightly, relaxing his stance a little, "My name is Henryk Potter of Kaer Morhen, apprentice of the White Wolf. Now how did I get here?"