Standard Disclaimer: I own nothing except for any Original Characters that I create. All rights to this go to J.K. Rowling, her publishers, and movie directors. This chapter was heavily inspired by LoveMyRomance's Dark Prince fanfiction, which I highly recommend. The rest of the ideas that follow are inspired by Robst's Harry Crow, Dragon Age, Fate/Stay Night and any plot bunnies roaming in my head. Most importantly a question: "What is the response of the Queen to the actions of the Ministry?"

Prologue

1980, a year that would forever live in infamy. On a night unlike any other, in a storm that would become legend a woman lay in St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries. Her piercing cries drowned out by the sound of thunder, as gales swirled around the building toppling anything that wasn't fastened down. It was on this historic night that Lily Potter gave birth to a beautiful set of twins. Their eldest was a son who lay silent in her arms watching the world through piercing green eyes that reminded her of the Killing Curse, to him she bestowed the name Harry James Potter. The younger was a beautiful daughter, her cries rivaled his mother's moments before, as the parents turned their attention to her warm chocolate brown eyes. They named her Victoria Serenity Potter. Hoping that she would live to see her namesake fulfilled. The two parents were overjoyed at the birth of their children, as cameras flashed around them. The people rejoiced for the miracle birth as they became a beacon of hope in the midst of a bleak war.

Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore, Leader of the Light, Supreme Mugwump of the International Confederation of Wizards, and Chief Warlock of the Wizengamot was currently in a dilemma. In one hand he was nursing a tumbler of firewhiskey while the other was placed under his chin, holding his head up as he leaned his elbow against the top of his desk. Arrayed before him were three photos, babies barely a month old, belonging to two of the Light faction's strongest supporters, the Longbottoms and the Potters. The prophecy had been clear; the one who would bring the downfall of the Dark Lord would be born as the seventh month ended to those who have defied him three times. Even in his certainty that the prophecy referred to the month of July, in the back of his mind there was a nagging sense of doubt. He was sure that it was meant to be July, though some others would argue other months depending on the calendar used. Having heard the prophecy directly it was his belief that it was meant for him to have heard and as such used the modern calendar that he followed. Some would say that it was his arrogance in believing the prophecy was for him and not randomly delivered by a drunken seer that reinforced this belief, while others would think he did it because he thought he was right. Nevertheless with his mind clear the three candidates of his interpretation for the prophecy were laid before him.

When he had first heard the prophecy he didn't imagine that there would be more than one child that fulfilled the requirement, and only now was he realizing that Fate wouldn't let him win so easily. Sighing he turned away from the innocents on his desk to his Potions Master/Spy. "What do you think Severus?"

The man snorted at the question, his eyes flickering to the pictures of Harry and Victoria. "Protect these two at all costs Albus, or you'll soon find yourself at the Voldemort's wand. Remember our deal."

"And if neither are the prophesized child?" He asked his eyes twinkling in amusement. Severus was nothing if not persistent in his protection of Lily.

"I want this war to end faster than you do Albus, but I will not allow a single hair to be harmed on Lily's head."

"Yet, you told the Dark Lord part of the prophecy."

Guilt flashed in his eyes, but was quickly banished. "A moment of weakness that I will regret for the rest of my life."

At that moment the door to the Headmaster's office was slammed open, as a distraught Lily Potter entered the room cradling her twins, followed by her husband his clothes singed in areas as smoke rose from his back, he too carried a child in his arms. "Lily!" Severus exclaimed jumping to his feet, in his haste knocking over his chair.

He quickly stopped, finding a wand pressed against his throat by James, a crazed look in his eye as his wand glowed with barely contained power. "Back off Death Eater."

"James!" Lily sobbed, clutching her children tightly. Her words snapped him back to reality as he retreated a step and lowered his wand, and after taking several calming breaths conjured a chair for his wife to sit on. Doing the same for himself, he took one look at the firewhiskey on the desk, and with a flick of his wand summoned it with his other hand. Laying the baby across the desk, he took the fiery liquid and brought it up to his lips. After several gulps he found it forcibly taken as his wife took a few dainty sips before placing it back on the desk.

As soon as his favorite students had barged into the room they had his full attention. They were both a mess, suffering minor wounds, and exhaustion. "Lily, James, can you tell us what happened?"

James turned to look him in the eye, a haunted look that he instantly recognized. It was a look that he had seen many soldiers have after witnessing the death of a friend. "Death Eaters."

He spat the name with as much venom as he could muster at the moment, as his wife broke down, crying. "We were with Frank and Alice, when they came. There must've been two dozen or so. They tore the wards down like tissue paper, we barely had enough time to shove Lily and Alice into a safe room, before they stormed through the front door. Frank and I tried to hold them off as Lily created portkeys. She tried to give Alice the first one after she made them all, only Alice took the other three from her, thrust Neville into her arms, and activated the remaining one, sending her off before she could protest. By this time Frank and I were just outside the safe room, the Death Eaters had driven us back through the length of the house, as we spent all our energy conjuring whatever we could to block the killing curses. Alice joined us, and for a moment I thought we could hold, could push the back, then he came. THE DARK LORD HIMSELF!" James screamed hysterically, manically. "Alice was the first to fall. Bellatrix got her with a stunner, and then Frank fell to Voldemort himself. Just as he was falling he handed me his portkey, and activated it."

He paused, taking another swig from the potent liquor, his eyes wet with tears. "That was several hours ago. After I rendezvoused with Lily at one of our safe houses, I made sure she was safe for the moment, and returned to the Longbottom's house with a full Auror Squad. The house was in flames, I rushed in and dragged Alice out, as another one of my men got Frank. Even though we got them out the damage was done. They were brought to St. Mungo's, and their status is currently unknown."

"That makes no much sense! Spit it out Potter, what happened?" Severus said growing tired of James dragging the story out.

"Fine!" He spat, taking another sip. "LONG TERM EXPOSURE TO THE CRUCIATUS CURSE! THEY WERE BLOODY TORTURED YOU GREASY BASTARD!" As his anger gripped him, and started yelling the trio of boys began wailing, and Lily stifled her own sobs to tend to the children. He calmed down hearing the bawling of his children. "They're alive, but their minds are fragile. The healers have them sedated at the moment, but it seems like they were driven to insanity."

The trademark twinkle in his eye was replaced by sadness, as he thought how this could've possible happened. It wasn't a decade ago that this nightmare had yet to exist, and only a handful more than that, when young Tom Riddle was his student. How could he have let this happen? The signs were all their yet he choose to ignore them.

Now his path was clear. He had a duty to protect those that had put their trust in him, and to help those he called friends.

"Lily, James, in light of what just happened I must insist that we hide your family somewhere safe. I'll cast the fidelius charm over the location of a safe house, I need you to choose a secret keeper."

The ancient wizard got up from behind his desk and threw some floo powder into the fireplace. "Sirius Black." In a few moments the man appeared looking like he hadn't slept in days. "Peter Pettigrew."

After the three Marauders exchanged pleasantries and the situation was explained to them, Dumbledore said, "Choose quickly, we have no time to waste."

Nodding, "Peter, will you be our secret keeper?"

Sirius looked outraged, and was about to protest when Lily held up a hand to stop him. "No, it can't be you Sirius. You'd be the obvious choice and we'll need you to divert attention away from Peter. I hope you can understand, this is for the best. You've been our friend for the longest time, and I need you to trust me."

It took a full minute for Sirius to process the information before, he stepped back with a bow, his trademark smile on his face. Though he was slightly embarrassed at his actions, he could understand where Lily was coming from, and decided to trust her once again.

The men in the room, Albus and Severus silently applauded at the cleverness of the idea. Have Sirius run interference as they hid Peter. Little did they know that a horrible mistake had been made.

Time passed and the Potters remained safe under the protections of the fidelius charm. Little Neville was given to his Grandmother, who they believed to be safer than the alternative. Frank and Alice took up residence in the Permanent Spell Damage Ward of St. Mungo's for the foreseeable future. It was the fourth birthday of their children, and Lily was bustling around the house getting ready for the celebration. Victoria was wailing in the living room, driving the house elf insane, as she released countless bouts of accidental magic.

"MOMMY!" The little girl wailed banging her fists against the carpet, as items orbited her.

Martha, their house elf was trying her best to calm the young mistress down, as she stopped some of the more dangerous and expensive objects from being destroyed. Lily walked in and seeing the destruction, bravely strode forward and picked her daughter up. At the touch of her mother Victoria calmed down, and her magic was reined in. The objects that had been suspended in the air moments before crashed to the floor, several priceless vases shattering on impact.

She sighed at the damage, before waving her wand, fixing the entire room, as Victoria giggled in amusement. After everything was fixed she smiled at her daughter's antics, remembering the first time she had unleashed her powers. She hadn't even been six months old when she had levitated all of the toys in her room into the crib, and animated one of her plushies. Putting her daughter down she held on to one of her chubby hands as she led her to find her brother.

Victoria she imagined would be tall like she was, and hopefully she would inherit her figure. Her brunette hair and warm chocolate eyes would one day drive many a wizard crazy, a fact that she knew her husband was secretly sweating over. He was already practicing the threatening speech he would use to intimidate the first boy she brought home. A mother could only hope for the best. She had shown signs of powerful accidental magic before she could even walk, and she was the first to walk of her children. As soon as she learned to speak rare was the minute when she would say nothing.

Unlike Victoria who spent her time bawling and whining young Harry was an enigma. He rarely spoke and never complained; his piercing green eyes unnerved all but the most strong willed. She wasn't sure where he got his looks, but James was certain that he had taken after his Black ancestors with his refined face. His hair was the same shade as onyx, with a dull luster, unlike Severus' greasy hair. Though he learned how to walk after his sister, it was he who mastered it first. Moving fast enough to catch up to his father's longer strides and leaving his sister in his wake. At the age of four he still had yet to show signs of any magical prowess, and his only real passion seemed to be looking at books, as she doubted he'd be able to read what he saw. She had caught him more than once with her husband's books on advanced transfigurations, the book placed reverently on the floor, his eyes alight with hunger.

She walked into the library Victoria in hand, and saw Harry perched atop the ladder a book balanced on his knees as he read quietly, unaware of his precarious position. "Harry!" She screamed seeing her son so high up.

He looked up from his book lazily before fixing her with his emerald gaze and for a moment fear welled up in her heart as they reminded her of the fatal curse that had too often been thrown her way. She turned away flinching, as her son stared at her for another moment before putting the book back in its place and climbing down the ladder. He walked over to her, no not walked; he strode towards her, his chin held high, a look of defiance and superiority in his eyes. As she stared at her son, avoiding his gaze, she lost track of Victoria, who had taken advantage of her mother's inattention and climbed to the top of the armrest of her father's wingback chair.

She only realized her daughter's peril, when Harry lifted a hand and lazily pointed to her. In a split second as her head turned, a spell was already being woven, and as Victoria jumped from the top of the armrest a pile of pillows was conjured underneath her. She giggled as he hit the pillows, before sobering up as she saw her mother's anger. As she began to question her with a falsely sweet tone, about her actions, it quickly turned into a minor scolding as she refused to admit her mistake. Neither saw look of apathy that passed Harry's face, nor the shaking of his head.

Leaving the study he went down to the kitchen and waited. It was minutes later when the back door opened and his father entered accompanied by Dumbledore. "Harry!" James said seeing his son on top of the kitchen counter running his hand along the handles of the knives stored in the butcher's block. He turned away from the blades, staring past his father and at the headmaster.

As the two stared into each other's eyes he felt something poking at his mind, and immediately launched himself at the old man, arms spread wide. "Woah there!" James said scooping his son into a hug, unaware of his true objective. "How have you been today?"

He didn't have a chance to answer, or not answer in his case, as Lily came running into the room, her hair a mess. "Lily what happened?" James asked.

"Victoria…she had another bout of powerful accidental magic."

"Interesting." Dumbledore said, his eyes twinkling at his former student's disheveled appearance. "Perhaps things are finally becoming clear."

"What do you mean Albus?" James asked, putting Harry down.

"Come we need to speak of things best kept private." He led his former students into the sun room and closed the door behind him. Harry wouldn't be denied though as he put an ear against the door, and quieted his breathing. The old man had been foolish in not casting silencing wards to prevent eavesdroppers.

"I believe that young Victoria is child of the prophecy." He began.

He heard a gasp from his mother, followed by a sob, as she realized the fate that her daughter was being burdened with. "Are you sure Albus?" She asked.

"Prophecy is at the best times vague, but in this case I believe my interpretation to be accurate. Victoria will most one day grow into a powerful witch if her bouts of accidental magic are anything to go by."

"And Harry?" Lily whispered.

"I fear that even the weakest of wizards have had a bout of accidental magic by this time. The fact that your son has had none, forces us to entertain the notion that he may in fact be a squib."

"No," Lily wailed, the dreams of teaching her children everything she knew suddenly crushed.

"At this point I must go with assumption that he is in fact without magic, and act accordingly." Dumbledore said sadly. "It's not uncommon when twins are born for one to be very strong in their magic, and the other having weak or almost nonexistent powers."

"But what about the other line in the prophecy? The Dark Lord hasn't marked her as his equal." James pointed out.

"I honestly don't know." The old man replied. "But we can only move on the information that we have. Therefore I recommend that beginning tomorrow we take Victoria under our wings and begin teaching her everything that she'll need to know to defeat the Dark Lord." The room was silent, and Harry took this as his cue to escape, as he made his way to the couch. He saw his sister crying once more, her favorite plushie, a griffin, had its head torn from its body, stuffing scattered around the room. He stared at the once noble figure, focusing on it and ignoring his sister's cries. When his attention was entirely on the toy being restored, and that was all that he could picture in his mind, the stuffing slowly made its way back into the animal. Victoria seeing her favorite plushie being restored, stopped her bawling and tackled/hugged her brother.

His parents walked in just as the head of the animal was being reattached, and James was a blur rushing to his daughter's side. "Amazing!" He exclaimed lifting Victoria into the air and swinging her around, a joyous look on his face. "Look Lily, the toys perfect once more. Harry, come closer, be the first to congratulate your sister for she is the Chosen One who will defeat the Dark Lord."

His face was apathetic, but on the inside he seethed as his parents continually praised his sister for something that he had done. His eyes turned to Dumbledore who caught him, before the man smiled with that hateful twinkle in his eyes. "Yes my boy, your sister is going to be a great and powerful witch."

"Lily, the party tonight, let's shift the focus from Victoria's birthday and focus on her debut as the Chosen One."

She smiled at her husband's antics before nodding. The anger that he felt towards his sister doubled. They had completely ignored that it was his birthday as well, and didn't ask his opinion on anything.

"I'll leave you now. Victoria enjoy your party." Dumbledore said moving towards the fireplace. He quickly found the exit blocked by Lily.

"Please Albus, stay for the party, in fact I insist that you be the one to inform the entire world that the end of this war is near."

The Headmaster smiled at his former student, his eyes gleaming in happiness. "I would be honored."

"Then it's settled!" James exclaimed. "Lily why don't you begin to get change, and I'll take care of Victoria. Albus I'm sure I don't need to tell you where to find the ballroom. Please make your way there and we'll join you shortly."

James had hurried his daughter to her room, helping her dress, and making sure that her clothes were perfect. Couldn't exactly have the Chosen One looking like a slob now could they. While his attention was entirely focused on his princess, Harry was left on his own a fact that he was quickly coming to term with as being the norm. In his anger he made his way back to the library, and dragged one of his father's books on conjuration over to his favorite spot. He riffled through the pages of the heavy tome, taking in the most important part of the information, the wand movement and incantations. Of course the point was moot since he didn't have a wand to use. He came across a section that focused on the conjuration of inanimate objects and was delighted to find that there was no incantation or wand movements listed. From what he could understand of the theory behind it, the spell was fueled by the caster's desire and willpower. They had to imagine the object in minute detail, which meant having an affinity with what was being conjured, as well as the power to force its creation from nothing. There were drawbacks as the objects could be summoned but not assume all the properties of what was attempted. A teapot could be conjured but would shatter with a single touch as not all the properties of the material were conjured. There was a reason why there were so few who mastered conjuration, and a reason why they were respected. He needed an example to base his first construct on, and saw the sheathed swords hanging above the fireplace's mantle. Dragging a chair over he climbed atop the mantle and removed one of the blades. Sitting there he carefully scrutinized the weapon, disassembling and reassembling it repeatedly, turning each part over in his hands and between his fingers. he was entranced by the simple elegance of the masterwork weapon and in the back of his mind something clicked and the familiarity with the weapon was similar to the one described in the book on conjuration.

No doubt he would've studied the book all night, content to ignore the farce that his birthday party had become, except his father found him. "Oh good you're here." He said scooping him into his arms.

"It's a good thing that I found you before your mother yelled me ear off. I was originally planning on having Victoria come out first as she's the guest of honor, so I'm glad that you're late, in a way it all worked out." His father grinned. Carrying Harry to his room, he said, "Get dressed, and when you're done come down to the ballroom. Use the back stairs, no need to draw attention to yourself. After all it's your sister's big night."

Cursing his sister and his luck once more he changed into his dress clothes. Before the big announcement the twins were supposed to be dressed in matching robes, but now his clothes had been changed to a disgusting mauve color, reminiscent to what Dumbledore would wear. Further evidence that his parents wanted his sister to stand out tonight. Cursing the robe, he abandoned it, in favor of pants and a dress shirt, he didn't care if he was the only one dressed differently. After donning his clothes he went to the ballroom, using the back stairs like he had been instructed. What had once been planned as a small gathering of friends and family to celebrate their twin birthdays, quickly turned into a massive function as the press and high ranking Ministry officials got wind of a major announcement.

He arrived just in time to see his sister on stage, shaking the hand of the Minister of Magic. "Now a round of applause for Victoria Potter! The Chosen One who will defeat the Dark Lord, the Saviour of the Wizarding World!" With a flourish of his hand, Dumbledore released a massive banner that congratulated the savior. "Now let us wish her a happy birthday."

Moving his hand like a conductor he began and was quickly followed be everyone else in attendance sans Harry:

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY DEAR VICTORIA!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU!

As the song concluded a massive bang echoed throughout the hall, as raw magic strong and dense enough to be seen with the naked eye flooded the hall. "THE WARDS!" Lily screamed, her voice heard above the chaos.

Suddenly the great doors to the ball room were thrown open as a handsome man strode in, a look of arrogance and superiority dominating his face. He was backed by dozens of black cloaked figures in masks.

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY DEAR VICTORIA! HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU!" A woman cackled from underneath her mask.

"Silence Bellatrix." The Dark Lord commanded, the mad woman's cackles instantly stopped. "That's no way to treat the birthday girl."

The Dark Lord moved towards Victoria, slowly, daring anyone to oppose him. Every Death Eater had their wand trained on someone, as the forces of Light held back fearing to catch innocents in the crossfire. The Dark Lord stopped a mere foot away from the Savior of the Wizarding World, and sneered at the sight before him. The girl had already soiled herself, her fear palpable at the tip of his tongue. He reached out and ran the back of his right hand against the girl's right cheek. Enjoying how she flinched and tried to run away but was frozen in fear.

"Pathetic." The man said. This was no challenge. "Is this what our world has come to? Dumbledore have you fallen so far as to put all the hopes and dreams on the shoulders of a 4 year old child?"

The Dark Lord stepped back from the girl, his face still twisted in a sneer. Something caught his attention, before he moved to strike the child. More instinctual that anything he found himself turning to look her twin in the eyes. Harry stared defiantly into the Dark Lord's eyes and feeling a slight probe from the Dark Lord loosened his occlumency barriers which functioned to not only categorize his memories but also to suppress his powers. The only response from the Dark Lord was a slight widening of his eyes before he shifted attention back to Victoria, raising his wand.

"NO!" Lily cried drawing her wand and sending a curse towards the Dark Lord. The hall erupted into chaos as the Death Eaters let loose a torrent of dark curses, and the forces of Light conjured shields as quickly as possible to protect the innocent bystanders who ran towards the exits. In the confusion Lily was busy dueling Bellatrix Lestrange who removed her mask, and James was busy dealing with her husband Rodolphus, at the same time Dumbledore was dueling the Dark Lord himself, as the two hurled curses and conjured shields, their focus entirely on the battle and not on the crowd that surrounded them. He saw his sister collapsed on her knees, wailing on top of the stage for all to see, though none did as they were fleeing for their lives.

He made his way to his sister, just in time to see Dumbledore thrown into the back wall from the sheer force of the Dark Lord's spell. The Headmaster stuck fast as the Dark Lord gloated. "Stay there old man, and watch as I destroy the only hope you had." The Dark Lord turned his attention towards the twins, his wand raised. Lily was right behind him, and was rushing to her daughter's aid, Victoria her arm reaching out, crying as she called for her mother, and then there was Harry, apathetic as always, yet on the inside he burned with a cold fury. He had done magic before, but he had always cleaned up after himself so that his parents wouldn't know.

This time was different, he could feel the power calling for release, as his mind snapped to the passages he had read earlier in the day about conjuring.

"AVADA KEDAVRA!"

With the item firmly lodged in his mind he screamed in defiance, a sword materializing and shooting forward cutting through the fatal curse and piercing the Dark Lord's heart. The curse which had been split in two struck both children at the same time, and he could hear Victoria screaming in agony. To him the pain was made bearable only by the fact that he was going to the kill the bastard that had done this. With the last of his strength a dozen more blades materialized and sunk themselves to the crossguard into the Dark Lord's body. As the last blade pierced his body, he let loose an inhuman scream before collapsing, his body fading to nothingness as the steel swords clattered to the floor. A dark spirit rose in place of the Dark Lord and fled from the manor house, the remaining Death Eaters, who saw their Master fall apparated away, leaving the forces of Light to deal with the wounded and dead.

Barely conscious he dragged himself to his sister's side and saw a scar forming on her forehead, in the shape of crescent moon. There was the sound of someone tumbling to the floor as Dumbledore was released from the sticking charm that held him to the wall. The man moved quickly to Victoria's side and after waving his wand a few times sighed in relief. The girl would live. He reenervated the Savior, and helped her to stand. James was at his daughter's side in an instant and once he caught sight of the scar, lifted her in triumph. "HAIL VICTORIA POTTER, SAVIOR OF THE WIZARDING WORLD! SHE STRUCK DOWN THE DARK LORD!"

"We must move quickly." Dumbledore said to his remaining followers. "Victoria has weakened the Dark Lord greatly, and in turn has been marked his equal!" He pointed to the scar, and the crowd erupted into cheers.

"THERE IS NO DOUBT NOW! VICTORIA IS THE ONE FATED TO END THIS WAR ONCE AND FOR ALL!" Lily screamed above the crowds.

Anger seized him! How dare his sister gain the credit! She was nothing more than a sniveling wreck when the Dark Lord turned his wand towards her. A dagger materialized without his command and flew towards his sister. It was only a slight shift in the movement of his father that saved her life. The dagger grazed his sister's cheek, as he looked on in astonishment, never before had he had an accidental burst of magic that took definite shape. The crowds quickly turned to find the source of the attack, and unfortunately one Death Eater was still conscious and groaning, drawing attention to himself. At least a dozen stunners hit the man, as he slumped forward. Everyone turned towards their savior and saw her on the ground her cheek bleeding. Dumbledore was quick with his healing spells, as everyone waited with bated breath, yet the wound wasn't closing.

The Headmaster furrowed his brow, weaving the strongest healing spells he knew, ignoring the drain, but the wound refused to close. Turning his attention to the weapon that caused the wound he summoned it to his hand and began inspecting it, quickly finding the reason why his magic wasn't working. "This dagger is ensorcelled. It's covered in runes that prevent healing spells from closing the wounds. We're lucky Victoria was just grazed, if she had actually stabbed by this I fear, we wouldn't be able to do anything besides ease her passing." With another flourish of his wand he conjured a thick handkerchief and held it to the girl's face. "As it stands the blade slows down the body's natural healing, but doesn't stop it. There's nothing more we could do than put pressure to help it stop bleeding."

Lily took her injured daughter and smothered her in her bosom. James caught the eye of his mentor, who nodded sadly. He turned to Harry, and aimed his wand. With a flick of his wrist a red bolt shot forth striking him in the chest, and darkness claimed him.

When he awoke he was in the family car. He saw his mother sitting in the front passenger seat, as his father drove. She was crying, her tears being dabbed at with a handkerchief that was already soaked. He couldn't recognize where they were, a suburban area, with identical houses and perfectly manicured lawns. It was a ghastly sight that sent chills down his spine. The car stopped in front of a house like so many others, the number 4 posted on the side. Number 4 Privet Drive. His parents got out of the car, his father going to the rear and opening the trunk, while his mother opened the door closest to him. He moved slowly, exiting the car, his eyes darting around taking in the neighborhood. His father handed him a duffle bag, before he took a step back. Stifling the anger that threatened to burst forth, he opened the bag, and saw all of his possessions thrown in.

"This is going to be your home now." James said, attempting to smile. "Your sister needs us now. She's the Chosen One and her magic needs our guidance."

"My sister lives here, she'll make sure that you're taken care of." Lily said nudging him forward. "When this war is over we'll come back for you." She said. He knew she was lying, they were abandoning him. He turned his back on them, striding towards the door of his new home. He remained silent, refusing to show any emotion to those who betrayed him.

A month passed, a month of torture. From morning to night, countless menial tasks, and beatings. His life underwent a drastic change, as he attempted to settle into the role lower than a slave. His whale of an uncle took a perverse pleasure in trying to force him to scream, he wouldn't give the man the satisfaction of success. He was kicked repeatedly, his ribs fractured and cracked, never having the chance to fully heal. In addition he was currently nursing a broken arm, and was barely able to see out his left eye, where his uncle had hit him with one of his meaty fists.

Every day he was subjected to various forms of humiliation, stuffed into a cupboard barely big enough to for him to fit even with his legs folded underneath him. He quickly got used to sitting in seiza, attempting to calm himself every free moment he had. He sorted through him mind, suppressing memories of those who betrayed him and forced him to live in this hovel. He didn't even have any of his original possessions, his aunt had taken them the same night that he had arrived, and promptly threw it in the fireplace with kindling. Minutes later all his worldly possessions were turned to ash. He wasn't allowed outside, his existence hidden from, the neighbors. As he suppressed the memories he focused on his magic and imagination, never again would he have a bout of accidental magic. Time and time again a blade appeared in his hand. At first they were too brittle; he snapped them between his fingers, but as each day passed, the weapons got stronger and stronger, until it just felt right. As soon as he got the correct material and intrinsic properties, he began working on conjuring faster and faster. Two weeks after he began his training he was able to conjure a simple dagger with a flick of his wrist. Once he was able to conjure it and hold it for several minutes at a time, he began to work on its design. Simple iron turned to steel, turned to small gems placed in the pommel, turned into folded steel with patterns running the length of the blade. He smiled wickedly at the idea of plunging it into his whale of an uncle's neck.