Author's note:

First of all, I don't own anything. All rights related to the world of Harry Potter belong to J.K. Rowling. Only my own characters and ideas belong to me. As far as I know my idea is original but it is hard to promise that on a site with 720,000 Harry Potter fan fiction stories.

This is my first story so any all tips and constructive comments are greatly appreciated. English is not my first language so there might be some grammar issue's now and then. If you find any please PM me so I can correct them.

My beta Dealyflame is going through all the chapters and fixing all the errors.

Summary,

Harry has an aunt who takes a rather personal interest in his well-being and when she hears he has been left with the Dursley's she takes matters into her own hands. Harry is raised by loving parents, and has friends. He finds allies in places you would not expect, and friends that will help him survive the normal problems of growing up. Instead of a small, undernourished, and uncertain child. He will grow up to be a normal, healthy child with self confidence and extensive knowledge of both the magical and the muggle worlds.

Join me and find out the answers to many questions like, how did Mad-Eye Moody lose his leg. How come the giants are extinct in Great Britain, and what would happen if the muggles found a way to fight back against the Death Eaters.

The first 10 to 12 chapters will focus on what happened during the end of the first Wizarding War. And can be seen as a sort of introduction into my version of the world of Harry Potter. Since Harry is only a baby then, he will not be very prominent. These chapters can be skipped, but then you'll miss some background info.

I have taken several liberties with both actual history and canon history. Several characters have different ages, and places in the story.

Warnings, graphic violence, suggestive situations, gory details and fem-slash. Fudge and Umbridge bashing ahead, Dumbledore is more greyish, after a dark start.

Harry Potter and The Shadow Legion.

Chapter 1.

Early morning 1st of November 1981, just outside of Buckingham palace London.

Minerva McGonagall was deep in thought as she walked up to the gates of the palace, wondering how on earth she was going to tell the news she was supposed to deliver. Knowing very well that it would not be well received, she did not fully realise were she was until a strong voice suddenly pierced the cold silence that seemed to have taken hold of the city. "HALT! Who goes there?"

Looking slightly bewildered Minerva realised she had reached the gate. Fumbling slightly to retrieve her special id-card from under her cloak, she quietly answered one of the guards. "Minerva McGonagall MSS, I have been summoned urgently by Her Majesty." Having finally found her id-card she showed it to the guard.

When he noticed the logo on the card he immediately opened the gate, and whispered, "Please follow me madam you are expected." They quickly crossed the courtyard and entered the palace.

The guard led her to private waiting room and told her, "I have to return to the gate but you will be summoned shortly, please wait here." Barely a minute after the guard left, a second door opened on the other side of the room and a very familiar face entered the room.

"Hello McGonagall, I really hope you bring good news because she is very worried," the raw raspy voice that greeted her was one she knew very well.

"Hello Alastor. I'm afraid she will be very displeased then, because the news I bring is not good not to say very unsettling." The scarred war veteran who entered the room carried a look that revealed nothing of his inner emotions, but the look in his one remaining normal eye showed Minerva that he was unsettled by her answer.

"If you'll follow me then, we'll get the ugly business out of the way," and with those words he walked out of the room.

Following Alastor 'Mad-Eye' Moody through a short straight hallway, they entered a small formal sitting room were a very worried woman in her early sixties was pacing up and down the side of a long heavy oak table. The woman was none other than, Her Majesty Elizabeth II, Queen of the British Isles and the Commonwealth. When she noticed the entry of Minerva McGonagall she immediately stopped pacing and went rigid as in anticipation of a heavy blow. "Please tell me you bring good news; I have heard nothing since Alastor came in 2 hours ago, and all he said was that there had been a report about some very powerful and very dark magic in Godric's Hollow."

Dreading the news she had to bring, she took a seat at the table and indicated that the other two should join her and began "Your Majesty...," unable to get the rest of the words out, she summoned a glass of water and half drained it before continuing. "I'm afraid your worst fears have become reality; Voldemort has gained the information he needed. Either by force, or most likely by betrayal, Peter Pettigrew has told the Dark Lord what he needed to know to break the Fidelius charm. Two and a half hours ago he arrived in Godric's Hollow." At this point her voice broke and she took another big gulp of water before continuing. "Voldemort broke through the wards that were put in place by the Order and entered the house, he killed James in the hallway and Lily in Harry's room."

Deathly afraid of the answer Elizabeth asked her, "And what about my nephew did he kill Harry as well?"

"This is the only good news I bring I'm afraid, Harry lives yet but", before Minerva could continue she was interrupted by The Queen.

"Thank Merlin I couldn't take it if he had killed him as well. Where is he now, who is taking care of him?"

Thinking about the best way to continue with the next piece of bad news she had to tell, Minerva summoned a bottle of brandy and 3 glasses. Pouring 3 glasses she handed one to both, before draining her glass in one go and pouring herself a second one.

Taking a deep breath, she continued her tale. "Unfortunately that fool Albus got word before I could get there and he ordered Hagrid to collect Harry and bring him to number 4, Private Drive in Little Whinging. By the time I reached Godric's Hollow, Hagrid was gone and he had taken Harry with him. I searched the ruin but the only things I could find were the bodies of James and Lily. Just before I received your summons, Sirius Black arrived and he promised he would continue looking for anything of importance."

The whole room was silent for almost 5 minutes before Moody growled out, "If I ever get my hands on that rat faced coward Pettigrew I'll skin him alive with my bare hands."

Before Minerva could reprimand him for his outburst, the Queen spoke up. "That may not be necessary Alastor. I know of two women in this room, that would love the opportunity to skin that coward alive. So if you want your revenge I suggest you hurry because they might beat you to it."

Growing slightly pale Alastor quietly growled out, "You mean 'they' are here, are 'they' listening?"

Before the queen could answer two shadows fell from beneath the high vaulted ceiling. They landed precisely behind and on either side of the Queen. When they stepped into the light, Moody could see them clearly. Two women, covered from head to toe in black metal armour. Beneath black hoods they wore metal masks with a grey skull and blood red eyes on it. The two women were completely identical except for their hair, which flowed from beneath their hoods. The one on the right had midnight black hair with a blood red streak over her right shoulder. The one on the left had silver hair with an ice blue streak over her left shoulder.

Both woman were armed to the teeth, being a senior auror and war veteran, Moody recognised the various weapons. They both had a pair of katana on their back, two large sidearm's on their upper legs and 4 daggers on their lower legs. Scattered around the rest of their armour were various projectile weapons, he even thought he saw a blowgun on one of their lower arms.

Noticing Moody's ever increasing unease in the presence of the two women the queen said, "You have nothing to worry about Alastor they will not harm either of you." When the Queen finished, the two women lowered their hoods and removed their masks.

With identical grins they looked at a completely flabbergasted Alastor 'Mad-Eye' Moody. "Aurora... Gabrielle..., How... how can you be alive, I heard you died. They said you were killed nearly 27 years ago."

Aurora, the one on the right spoke up for the first time, "No Alastor you only heard what we wanted to be known. Our mission was over when Albus defeated Grindelwald, so we returned to our regular duties."

Slightly amused at the reunion between old friends, the Queen spoke up. "They command my personal guard Alastor." Growing serious again she continued, "But enough of that. You can get reacquainted later for now, you two know what to do.".

They both saluted and Gabrielle responded in a clear and very to the point kind of way, "Yes Ma'am we are to get Harry back from Little Whinging and bring him here by any means necessary."

"Correct," was the short reply by the Queen. Both woman replaced their masks and raised their hoods. They bowed to the Queen and vanished in a sudden gush of sapphire blue fire.

When they were gone Moody whispered, "How did they do that, this palace has the best goblin wards money can buy, how can they apparate here? Even Dumbledore has to walk in through the front door."

Finally managing a real smile, the Queen looked smugly at the auror and transfiguration professor. "Have you ever heard of the Shadow Legion?"

"Of course I have." The auror replied gruffly, "They are your personal witch-hunters. They are the ones you send when the ministry is in over its head."

"Indeed," the Queen answered him. "They are my iron fist who ensure that the magical population stays in line and follows my rule. The Wizzengamot must sometimes be reminded of the fact that Merlin himself crowned my forefather, Arthur Pendragon, as king of ALL inhabitants of Britain both Magical and muggle. And once every now and then they need a reminder that they 'rule' by my goodwill."

At that Minerva spoke again and asks, "But what does that have to do with the fact that they can apparate within the wards of the palace. The goblin wards around this entire complex ensure that nothing and I mean absolutely nothing can enter here by any means of magical travel."

"The answer to that question is very simple," the Queen replied. "When the palace was built and the goblins created the wards they were excluded and given unhindered access. For they are Merlin's chosen, and they command The Shadow Legion. Amongst the Legion they are known as the Dark Angels."

The auror was silent for a moment before he growled out, "I have heard them mentioned by a different name, although I did not know who they were. Amongst the magical population they are known as 'Death's Angels' for when they appear, death inevitably follows for all who stand in their way."

Seeing the confused look on Minerva's face the Queen explained. "Since the days of Arthur, over 1400 years ago, they have protected and served the monarch of Britain. And never have they failed to protect the rightful ruler. They are not entirely human, and apart from a few tricks like teleportation and telepathy, they can't use magic. Despite that I have yet to hear of a witch or wizard who can go toe to toe with either of them, except for Merlin himself. Since the formation of the ICW I have made them available for hire to any government who has lost control of their magical population. In some countries their trademark has become more feared than that of Voldemort himself."

Meanwhile in Little Winging.

In the cold dark of Private Drive there was a sudden flash of blue fire and two shapes appeared out of nowhere. They quietly walked up to the front porch of number 4 and looked down on the little bundle that was left there. Wrapped in nothing more than a thin blue blanket lay a sleeping baby with a letter wrapped in his tiny fist. Lowering their hoods and removing their masks, the two women crouched down. Smiling at each other, they saw that little Harry James Potter was the spitting image of his father when he was a baby. They could see a clean cut in the boy's forehead, it had the shape of a lightning bolt, but luckily wasn't bleeding.

As they were standing there the baby woke up and they saw he had the same beautiful emerald eyes as his mother. Sucking quietly at the little fist that wasn't holding the letter, the baby looked at them with curious eyes. Smiling at them he reached out with his hand and tried to grab the lock of red hair that was floating above his head, only to stop and shiver as a sudden gust of wind blew through the dark street.

Seeing that the baby was cold Aurora removed her cloak and wrapped the heavy black silk around him before lifting him up from the ground and holding him close to her chest. Now that he was warm and comfortable young Harry tried again to grab the lock of red hair that was spilling over the shoulder of the woman who held him. Managing to grab it he gave a little pull and shrieked with laughter when it gave way and covered him in black and red locks of hair.

Seeing the gentle loving smile on her partners face when she was playing with the little boy, Gabrielle whispered in her ear. "I can see that I have a competitor for your attention. You want to keep him don't you?"

Wiping away the first tears of joy that had rolled down her cheeks in decades, the other woman answered her softly, "Yes."

Turning around they left after Gabrielle left a letter on the porch, addressed to Petunia Dursley. The letter told her that her sister and brother in law had been murdered and that her nephew was in good hands, and they didn't have to worry to ever be involved in any strange business.

The two woman walked down the street and a few houses away they stopped. Gabrielle threw her arms around her partner and surrounded the now again sleeping boy in Aurora's arms. They bowed their heads towards each other, and suddenly they vanished in a blast of blue fire.

Unknown to them every movement they had made from the moment they arrived had been followed closely by a squib that lived nearby. Arabella Figg watched the two woman disappear and hurried home, she had some very important news to report.

When the Queen had finished her explanation to Moody and McGonagall, they sat together in silence waiting for the return of her guards. Suddenly there was a gust of blue fire and there they were. Two women, one wearing a cape and the other with her cape wrapped around a tiny bundle that was held securely between them.

Seeing the first genuine smile in years on the face of her guard and the look of adoration which never left the bundle in her arms, the Queen asked. "Did everything go well?"

Gabrielle answered her saying, "Yes your Majesty. He was lying on the front porch, in nothing but a thin blanket, but he wasn't guarded or anything. We could just take him and leave. There is a small problem though."

Hearing this the Queen raised her eyebrows and asked, "And what would that be?"

Sparing a sideway glance to her partner, Gabrielle continued. "What is to happen to Harry from now on? he can't be raised here in the palace, there would be to many unanswerable questions about the sudden appearance of a baby. And we can't just place him with some wizarding family, he will forever be a target for Voldemort's remaining followers. I might have a solution though."

Seeing the logic in these words and the look in Gabrielle's eyes the Queen motioned for her to continue. "Make us his legal guardians. He will be safe with us and we can teach him everything he needs to know before he goes to Hogwarts."

Hearing this Aurora tore her gaze from the bundle in her arms and looked between her partner and the Queen with an expression that could only be described as hope.

While the Queen was pondering this request, Minerva spoke up for the first time in quite a while. "Is it wise to place a child with those two? I do not doubt their good intentions, but do they have the necessary time, knowledge and resources to raise a child?"

Seeing the dark mood cross over onto the face of her guards the Queen raised her hand to stall any complaints they might have had. "I agree with the both of you". Hearing that they all fell silent and the Queen motioned for everyone to sit down. When everyone was seated, she continued, "I agree with you Gabrielle that the two of you can protect him and teach him. But I also agree with Minerva when she said that you may not have the necessary time and knowledge. So I have made the following decision."

Rising from her chair and walking over to Aurora, she carefully took the baby in her arms and spoke in a clear and official sounding voice. "I, Elizabeth II, by the laws of Merlin, Queen of Britain, being the eldest living relative of the late James Potter, hereby declare myself to be the legal and magical guardian of his son, Harry James Potter, heir to the Ancient and Noble House of Potter". As she spoke a faint white glow surrounded her and the baby. Continuing she spoke, "Being unable to correctly perform my tasks as guardian, I herby place him in the care of Aurora and Gabrielle of the house of Merlin Emrys. They are to care for him and raise him as their own son. I name them his guardians in my stead. Furthermore, I name Minerva of clan McGonagall, his magical guardian and place her in charge of his magical education. As I have said so must it be."

When she said the last words all in the room except for Moody were engulfed by the same white glow signalling that the decision made by the Queen was approved and sanctioned, by the law. Handing the baby back to his now Legal Guardians the Queen sat back down. Giving everyone a minute to come to terms with everything she had just said, she spoke up again.

"In the light of your recent parentage I hereby give the both of you a leave of active duty, until Harry has started Hogwarts. Seeing as it is late we should all go to sleep for we have a long day ahead of us tomorrow."

Turning to Moody she said, "I expect you here this evening at 9 for a full report. Furthermore, I want you to find Sirius Black and Remus Lupin, the two of them are to take a squad of Legionnaires and hunt down that rat Pettigrew. Get a few hours of sleep and then join the hunt if need be. I want that traitor in chains before your next report." Making a deep bow Moody turned on his heels and swiftly left the room to start his mission.

Turning to Minerva she continued, "Try to find out what the old fool has planned, and report back tonight at 9. Also I would like you to take a message to Lord Ragnok, tell him to expect a top level envoy with a matter of utmost importance today at noon." Minerva bowed and prepared to leave.

Aurora spoke up, "Minerva could you conjure up a crib for Harry to sleep in tonight?" With a smile the transfiguration professor transfigured a large fruit bowl into a small crib and handed it to Gabrielle. Bowing a final time to the Queen, Minerva turned around and left.

When the door closed, the Queen let go a deep sigh and turned to the remaining two women in the room. Finally letting go of her emotions the Queen had tears running down her cheeks when she remembered those of her family that she had lost this past year. First her younger sister Victoria and her husband Arturius Potter. And now their only son James and his wife Lily.

Seeing the face of their Queen, Aurora handed Harry to her and said, "You have not lost them all, they are still alive in your heart. And their line continues in the child you are holding. All we can do for them now is ensure the safety of their son and grandson. We must give him the love and the life he deserves, in honour of all those that we have lost in these past ten years of war."

Managing a weak smile, the Queen handed the baby back to his new mothers, and bade them a good night before leaving for her own chambers. Aurora and Gabrielle likewise left for their quarters with their new son in their arms.

Authors note,

I have nothing but the greatest respect for Queen Elizabeth and her family. I just thought it would be nice to have her actively involved in the wizarding world. In the story she is a direct descendant from King Arthur, and the civil wars in Great Britain never happened.