(The disclaimer is in chapter 1)

It was a few days after his trip to Gringotts and learning that he's know head of the family. Zack made himself disappear from the public eye and chose to live on the street. The SVU squad went crazy when they hadn't heard an update on Harry Potter and they found out that he checked himself out under a new name they couldn't get. But right no Zack spends the first few weeks doing research, reading up on necromancy, and emancipation law, and general magical history and traditions and started learning dark magic, Zack readied and reread the grimoire until he has memorized every word, every letter, and every stain of the human skin bound book. Zack smirked as an idea from in his head oh he could wait until tonight.

Later on that Night

Zack grinning widely, showing off shiny white teeth, and his new fangs. his eyes were glaring at the group of 13-year-olds with murder, and as if they were the source of all the problems in the world. A desire to kill, maim, and torture the people in front of him. "Ah must be my lucky day." he softly began, Zack's voice sending shivers down their spines. "But there is only one monster I see here..." At this point, his eyes gleamed with insanity. " ... That monster... Is ME!" With a gleeful, and maddening laugh, Zack lunged, his teeth sinking into the neck of one of the teenagers, and with a champ, the head was severed from its body.

The teenagers screamed in horror and terror. The few teenagers pulled out a small hand knife and pelted Zack with deadly precision. Zack merely grinned as his crazy large grin grew even bigger. "Dogs can't kill me," he said, his voice echoing across the clearing. "Only men can kill monsters!" With that said, he lunged, and he was tearing into those teenagers as if it were nothing.

Limbs, heads, and organs were thrown all over the clearing, blood splattering everywhere as the Zack showed no mercy in killing. In fact, he was laughing gleeful, and loudly. As if he was just a child playing in the park. Moments later, everyone in that group was dead, Zack truly for once felt so happy.

Three years pass... July 25st, 1990...

Zack woke up to the silence of his room in that apartment compartment in his trunk. Smiling in thinking about what happened these past 3 years. Oh yes, all the screams of Agony and pain were music to his ears of the prisoners that he held in the basement of the abandoned Apartment Complex that he lived in. well, technically he lived in his trunk where his trunk was hidden in this apartment. Though he did place a silencing spell on the entire basement and made it into a bigger dungeon to hold his prisoners and his playthings where he will enjoy torturing them into sanity or Death. Pulling the lid of his trunk open to see inside the abandoned apartment. Zack normally woke up early, a side effect from his life at the Dursleys made him develop his own internal alarm clock and it was set to wake him up earlier than everyone else. He planned on the things that he would need for the week.

As he was halfway through thinking about the list of materials to see his potions supplies were running low. When the strangest thing happened. A brown owl with two letters attached to its leg arrived on his windowsill and stuck out its' leg. 'What the heck? An owl? Here and at-' Zack looked out into the darkness and recognized the time, '4-5 in the morning?'

He removed the letters, but the owl still had not left and he decided to ignore the owl to read the letters it had carried.

Mr. Harry James Potter,

The Back Bedroom on the Second Floor,

402 Bell End,

England, Britain

United Kingdom

"How the hell, do they know where I live?" Zack asked himself, in shock.

Nobody knew of this location, it was picked specifically by him because it was out of sight for any normal person and the outside was dirty and old with age. The apartment was completely overlooked because nobody would think that anyone would live inside. It made a good home for a killer like him.

Zack picked up the letter that had his location on and wondered what the hell was going on as he read the first letter.

[Hogwart's Letter]

HOGWARTS SCHOOL of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY

Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore

(Order of Merline, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chef. Warlock,

Supreme Mugwump, Internation Confed. of Wizards)

Dear Mr. Potter,

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. You will find the enclosed list of all necessary books and equipment.

Term begins on the 1st of September. We await your owl by no later than the 31st of July.

Yours sincerely,

Minerva McGonagall

Deputy Headmistress

'What the hell...' he thought as he read the ridiculous letter all the way to the end. Sure he knew he is a wizard. 'What utter bullshit. There is no way going to that school...' Zack thought as he tossed the letter away from him.

he grabbed the remaining letter and ripped open the top, pulling out two papers that shocked Zack to his core.

[Mom's Letter]

Hello, Harry!

My darling son, it's your mother. Your father's letter will be just below my own letter. I do not know why you did not respond to our past letters, but the Dursleys said that you were very shy and a bit of a troublemaker. Apparently, you are just like your father and younger brother, I cannot wait until the day you come back. Every time we came to visit, you were on an outing with friends, the Dursleys may not have liked you, but I am happy they raised you. I can't wait to see what type of person you have become, though you may be on the heavier side from the amazing meals that Petunia makes, that is nothing to be ashamed of. I see the 1000 pounds we gave them each month to take care of you was a well-spent investment. I will take you on a shopping spree to get to know and talk to my son. Counting down the days, I can meet you face to face.

Your mother, Lily Potter

[Dad's Letter]

Hi, Harry!

It's your dad! I see you have taken to follow in my footsteps just like your old man! I'm so happy! I can't wait to introduce you to everyone, Paddy, and Mooney or Sirius and Remus your godfather and honorary uncle in that order cannot wait to see you. Your mom and I are very excited to meet you, I wish we could have gotten to greet you sooner, but we have to deal with your brother. You probably know that he is the Boy-who-lived, the one who defeated the Dark Lord Voldemort from when you were just a baby. We needed to take care and train him if the Dark Lord who would return. I know you will be so proud of your baby brother as we are. I know you will also love your honorary grandfather Albus Dumbledore. We didn't wish to send you to the Dursleys out of fear of them mistreating you, but Albus convinced us we were letting past mistakes overtake our thoughts and he was right. I cannot wait to see how much you have grown. Lily's counting down the days until we can pick you and we can meet face to face.

You father, James Potter

For the first time in years, Zack let tears fill his eyes sure he knew that his parents had abandoned him to the Dursleys. But getting General proof that his parents just upright and abandoned him in that hell. 'You bastards... You bastards! I...I hate you! I hate you!' he inwardly growled as his magic manifested and set the two letters on fire as Zack growled to the likeness of a rabid wolf.

Trying his best to take several calming breaths as he tried but failed to get himself under control. Zack calmed down when he recalled what Lily said in the letter about the Dursleys being paid to take care of him.

'It doesn't hurt to look... They won't be needing it anytime soon, if at all,' Zack thought as he stood up.

The 11-year-old boy with the body of a 19-year-old silently made his way and jumped out of the window, landing softly on the hard ground and he took off in a burst of speed. he ran, forcing magic into his legs and found a car going in his direction and he leaped and landed softly on the hood of the car and let drive him to his destination.

Soon Zack jumped off the car when it was about to turn away from his destination and he slowly walked towards Privet Drive as memories flashed through his mind, but he made his way forward until he stood in front of the house he never wanted to return to. [Pivet Drive #4]

The windows were boarded up, the stain of his blood on the pathway leading up to the boarded door could be seen stained on the pavement, the yard was overgrown with weeds. Zack let out a chuckle knowing that if Petunia saw the state of her yard she would go into a tiff.

Zack walked to the backyard and walked towards one of the boarded-up windows. he undid the nails on the board covering the window allowing him to move it so he could enter the house. Zack landed and on the floor covered in dust and he let out a sneeze that stirred up more dust. "Ugh~, the dust..." he groaned as he lifted a finger and lit it so his magic could be a source of light to his way as Zack searched for the checks his so-called parents left for her care and health. After thirty minutes of searching, he found twelve checks with the Potter signature on it, leaving him with 34,000 pounds in checks.

Zack chuckled as he fixed the wooden frame on the house and disappeared as the sun was coming up, but the time the sun was barely peeking over the horizon, Zack was no longer anywhere near Privet Drive. He needed to kill something and soon maybe one of his many guests will be happy to help. Oh, what Zack didn't know what will happen later on?

Meanwhile Magical Britain: Potter Manor: September 5th, 1990

Lily was very sad over the one-word the rejection letter that she got from her eldest son about coming to Hogwarts and she and her husband still could not believe it and neither could their son Harold.

She remembered what Harold said, "How could Harry not want to come to Hogwarts?"

James walked into the kitchen and found his wife staring sadly at the one-word rejection letter and couldn't stand seeing her like this.

"Lily, come on, we're going."

"Going where?"

"To Privet Drive, we can at least go see Harry and try to convince him to go to Hogwarts."

"That's true and besides Harry can't say no when we finally meet him face to face!" Lily said, a smile appearing on her face for the first time in weeks.

The two parents then go to the fireplace and floo Mrs. Figg and tell her to scoot back so they could go in, which they do, barely avoiding her legions of cats.

James comes out of the fireplace gracefully, while Lily falls flat on her butt with a groan and a multitude of grumbled curses.

"Even now, you still cannot floo right," James smirked

Lily mockingly hit his arm, "Stop it, I don't know how you do it. The floo hates me and I hate it as well...and the person who made it."

"Aw~, Lily flower, you are fine," He said, kissing her temple.

Mrs. Figg coughed, catching the two parents attention as they blushed in slight embarrassment.

"Yeah, Mrs. Figg, you have been keeping an eye out for our daughter, right?"

"Yes, he just a little trouble maker but he is a sweet boy," She said, sipping her tea

"We will talk to him," Lily said as both she and James exited the house and went across the street and found the 4th house on Privet Drive and found out that it was boarded up and the yard was overgrown and there was a sign hidden the brush that said the house was scheduled to be demolished. The pair then start to walk back to Mrs. Figg's house but are stopped by a neighbor who asks, "You are not from around here, are you?"

"No, actually. We are not from around here, we came here for a vacation and my wife had an adopted sister who lived here with a young boy. Do you know where they are?" James said, tweaking the truth a bit.

"Oh my, no wonder. That house is the Dursleys, those evil monsters who abused that poor little boy."

"W-what?" Lily said, looking like she saw a ghost.

"Yeah, nobody knew until a bunch of police officers came rushing down the street all crowding around that house and then I saw a police officer running with a boy who was badly burned."

Lily looked like she was going to be sick as she clutched on to James' shirt.

"Ma'am, are you okay?" The neighbor asked, worried

"She just needs to rest for a bit, she gets sick over child abuse stories."

The woman nodded taking the explanation, "Then it is best you do not hear the rest of the story, it is not pretty."

"Where are they, then? The Dursleys?" James asked

"They are rotting in prison, but I don't know which one, but good riddance to bad rubbish, I say," She said, her motherly instincts made her sick at the thought of the Dursleys.

"Yes, well...Thank you for telling us and have a good day."

The woman nodded and said, "You too, sir."

James and Lily rush to Mrs. Figg's house, slamming the door open and closed.

"What the hell, Arabella!" James snapped

"Whatever is a matter, James?" She asked

"You never told us that our son was abused!" James said, livid

"Your son wasn't abused, he is the boy with the black hair that lives in the seventh house."

"No, our son has my honey brown colored hair and he lived in the fourth house!" James said, very angry.

"You had no idea who our son is and all this time, saying that he was fine when he was actually suffering under their care. My baby could be dead or crippled somewhere and nobody could find him all because you watched the wrong boy," Lily said, looking at her, her green eyes glowing with anger.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to..." She said, with her head lowered

James and Lily didn't respond to her apology and they apparated, leaving Mrs. Figg alone with her cats as she grabbed the nearest one and started to pet it.

'Oh no...Albus is not going to like this...' She thought as she went to the fireplace, grabbing a pinch of floo powder to call the one she had to make her report to.

On the other hand, James and Lily apparated into the city, appearing from one of the alleyways and went to the nearest newspaper stands and obtained one, hiding a choked gasp as they stared at the title of the newspaper.

3rd Anniversary of the Trial of the Century

Harry James Potter vs. Dursley Family

Date of Publication: August 23rd, 1990

The two parents then read the newspaper and they read the transcript of the entire trial, Harry's questioning, the extensive list of his injuries and how badly his body was burned in the end. When Harry freaked out in court when Vernon threatened him, Harry's questioning, the verdict of the Dursley family and the prisons that they were sent too.

"Those bastards..." Lily said, choking as she had to hold back her tears.

James wasn't any better as his mind kept replaying his baby boy's freak out in the courtroom and his mind was doing a damn good job of recreating the scene in his mind as a tear fell down his cheek.

The two then leave the area and confront them to get the full story, no matter if the answers they would receive would haunt them for years to come.

Meanwhile back at Zack's place

Isaac Foster Better known as Zack was reading one of the many dark reading one of the family grimoires which happened to be written by Morgana Le Fay. Zack couldn't help but to giggle insanely in seeing so many dark curses and spells in one book, there was even one spell that turns a person's heart into stone making them suffocate or drown in their own blood. It was a very painful way to go. Zack only stop his insanely giggling, when a loud sound bursting down the hallway. "Oh, my…someone has a death wish" Zack spoke to himself. It sounded deathly similar to the same footsteps from before. Zack paused grabbing his scythe as he slowly and quietly made his way to the sound only to freeze and his blood to boil. His green eyes, glowing slightly as he observed the sight unsure if he could keep his anger in line. Holding his scythe in a death grip. The three men were standing around a figure on the ground; his body was shaking so he was obviously conscious. "Enjoy your stay in hell." sneered one the deceptively dulcet voice. They were dressed from head to foot in black. Robes he'd recognize them anywhere, they had masks on their faces, and the only thing Zack could tell one from the other was the hair. Long blonde locks fell in waves down one of their backs.

Having a short flashback of Uncle Vernon speaking to him that way. Zack lost control of his anger and charged at the three unsuspected Wizards. quickly bringing his Scythe down cutting one of the three Wizards left arm off. The wizard let out a painful scream when said wizard just realized that his arm was cut off in the pain just kicked in. The other two were unaware or shocked and this turn of events. Unable to do anything one of the Wizards head was cut clean off from his shoulders with the fast movements of Zack. Quickly turning to the last wizard with the long blonde hair. Zack slashed downward on the Wizard's chest using his magic to amplify the cut to go deep into the skin. which activated the curse, the curse itself is similar to the cruciatus but it slow and painful this curse could only be activated when it directly cut into the skin by a Pacific Enchanted object which is Zach's favorite weapon of choice the curse will unconsciously increase the pain that the person was inflicted unless the counter curse was used so no matter what this person will be in a world of pain.

Zack quickly jumped away when the blonde hair wizard sent him a stunning hex at him or blasting hex. quickly ducking out of the way Zack managed to see that the man disappeared taking his wounded comrade but left the dead one behind. Zack shook his head. Groaning in exasperation he made his way back to the Injured man, he couldn't see him properly but he did look severely injured. Someone magical like him would freak if they woke up in a Muggle hospital, wouldn't they? Cursing at himself for getting into this kind of mess, Zack levitated the man wandlessly and wordlessly. Sure he was strong enough to carry him back to his trunk. But he's unable to carry out heavily wounded wizard back to his trunk while carrying his scythe at the same time.

Looking around, grateful for the darkness cloaking them both, he went as fast as he could. entering the building, he was very grateful for the first time he was on the ground floor. Keeping the unconscious bloody man afloat. Quickly making his way to his trunk pulling the lid open and jumping in, as the floating wizard behind him followed. As the lid of his trunk closes automatically.

Floating him through to his furnished bedroom, he let the magic stop. Leaving him he went through to his kitchen and begun hunting for the first aid kit. Grabbing the green box, putting on the kettle, he quickly made his way back to his bedroom. Then began meticulously, began removing the clothes from the injured wizard. Which was by the way, much more difficult than one would imagine he had around one thousand buttons to undo. He left the wizard's underwear on, he realized his bedding was covered in blood; he would have to wash those later.

The kettle had bound to have boiled by now. Turning the tap on, he let the cold water fill the basin halfway, before pouring in the boiling water from the kettle. Testing it to make sure it wouldn't burn him, or the strange wizard. Nodding in satisfaction, grabbing a towel, he carried the basin through and placed in on his set of drawers. Wiping the gushing wound on his stomach first, he placed his hand over the wound. The blood seeped through his bandaged fingers, coating them in the red liquid. Closing his eyes he willed the wound to heal, pushing what magic he dared into it. Feeling it coursing through him, doing what he wanted it to then once it had done its task, it stopped. Wiping away the blood he smirked in satisfaction, it had closed completely. He repeated the processes with two of the worst slashes; these ones were bigger and much deeper.

Zack was sweating by the time he'd finished; with shaking hands he cleaned the rest of the wizard. Bandaging the rest of his less severe wounds, which were many, the others had either left him there to die or wanted him to suffer. He had an odd tattoo on his arm, a skull with a snake tongue spouting from it. He could sense the magic within it, a magical tattoo? Shrugging, he wiped his face and gaped in shock. It was that man from the Alley the one who was following him, all those years ago.

"I hope you are worth this," Zack scowled to the unconscious wizard. A scowl that was rather familiar, too. Looking at his clock Zack shook his head, there was no point in going out now, it would be daylight soon. Looking down at his bandaged hands, he realized he needed to take a shower and replace his bandages.

Leaving the wizard, in his guest room. Zack walked into his bathroom, and stripped out of his clothes and started to remove his bandages. Scrubbing himself until he was a wrinkled prune, he stepped out of the way of the spray and lathed shampoo into his hair before going back under.

Stepping out of the bath, he began drying himself sighing in irritation. He knew he was going to regret this. Helping the man, someway, somehow he was indeed going to regret it. He just had that feeling in his stomach. Cursing once more. Zack started on the task of wrapping his bandages all over his body. Once done Zack grabbed his pajamas and left towards his room. Not long after, Zack found himself dozing off, using all that magic to heal that wizard had exhausted him completely. Yawning, and despite his weariness, his eyes began closing until unconsciousness claimed him.

Mean while back with the potters

The two parents collapsed on their shared bed as soon as they got home and Lily burst into tears as she buried her head into her husband's chest as James rubbed her back in soothing circles as a few tears fell from his own eyes.

"How could we James?" Lily sobbed

"I-I don't know, Lils. I really don't. We loved him like any parent would love their child, how could we just give Harry up?"

Lily could only respond by bursting into tears as her body shook with the force of her sobbing.

"What are we supposed to tell Charlie about his twin brother? What about Sirius and Remus who have been begging to know about Harry?" James whispered as Lily's sobs started to settle down to hiccups.

"What do you suppose we tell them, James? That we sent your eldest twin brother/cub/pup away to the Dursleys knowing how they felt about the two of us and magic, hoping he was raised well? They won't buy that~," She cried. "Lils, we can only do what we can... We will find him, if he is still alive we will bring him home, beg for his forgiveness, and shower Harry with love that we should have done if we had never given him up in the first place and...if it is that then we will honor his memory and wait to meet him in the afterlife," James said, choking on the word, 'afterlife.' Lily started to sob and continued to do so until she finally cried herself to sleep in the arms of her husband who wasn't fairing any better as he silently let tears fall down his face as he placed his chin on the top of Lily's head and squeezed her in his arms as if to tell him that she was still here with him.

He let his wife's warmth and the feel of her heartbeat through his body lull him to sleep, as his mind vividly recalled Vernon's callous words and how those words would haunt him for months.

Meanwhile back with Zack

Zack woke up abruptly, clambering off the bed, looking through his bedroom in fear as another nightmare, robbed him of any sleep. Rubbing his eyes warily, he went through to the kitchen pulling out the Basic ingredients for a full English breakfast. He would need to feed his guest something.

Zack could only think that his guest would hopefully stay unconscious while he cooks some breakfast; judging from the blood he'd lost it was a safe bet.

Severus Snape groaned in agony as the pain seemed to radiate from absolutely every bone in his body. Opening his eyes, they widened in complete horror. Sitting up he bit his own lip to stop the scream from emanating from him. He was bandaged, like a bloody Muggle. To top it off he only had his boxers on, where were his clothes? He'd never been more humiliated before in his life. He was in the Muggle world. His entire body froze, he wasn't capable of moving, at all, the pain was too much.

"How are you feeling?" Severus heard as he turned around to take a look at the person. But only for his eyes to widen in seeing the young man before him; It was the Young man who he was trying to follow in Diagon alley so many years ago. standing in front of him, He was genuinely surprised he wasn't in Azkaban or thrown out. The Dark Mark was laid bare for all to see, much to his disgust. He hated looking at the damn thing, a constant reminder of the mistake he'd made as a teenager. One he'd tried to atone for, only to be used by two powerful wizards who both thought he belonged to. He was no ones, and he wished he could show them that. Unfortunately, he couldn't, as a Slytherin; he knew when to back down. To stay alive and out of Azkaban, he had to let them both think he was loyal to them. Severus could only look at the young man who had dark green eyes, filled with worldly knowledge. Old before his time, he should know it's the same look he had in his own eyes at the age of seventeen. But this young man had suffered so much worse than he did but he had to wonder. Why was he healed by Muggle means if the man was magical?

"I'm sorry about Treating your wounds by using the muggle methods, I was short on time and preparing the potions that I need at the moment. They were out of the question, and Are you hungry?" Zack asked while arching an eyebrow, he wasn't about to let himself be intimidated.

Severus grimaced in pain "Yes," he replied grudgingly. He didn't think he'd be able to eat anything though the truth is told. He just thanked his lucky stars he wasn't in a blasted Muggle hospital.

"Would you like a pain reliever Potion ?" Zack asked as he placed the tray of food on the man's lap.

"Where are my clothes?" demanded Severus.

"I'm currently washing them," Zack said coldly, furious at being spoken in such a manner when all he was doing was helping him.

"Don't bother, give them to me," said, Severus. Not knowing that he opened a can of worms that he shouldn't.

"Get them your fucking self." Snapped Zack, the sheer nerve of the man! No wonder they'd beaten him up and left him there. He'd obviously said something to the wrong person and paid the price for it. Slamming the door violently behind him, breathing through his nose, praying his magic didn't react.

Stomping to the laundry room, Checking if the man's clothes were completely dried nodding his head in satisfaction. Zack folded the clothes and carried them in one arm as he balanced the tray of potions in one hand, as he re-entered the bedroom.

Placing the clean robes on the bed, and far more gently than the man deserved and placed the tray of potions on the nightstand. Zack sighed as he said, "I healed you as best I could, I'm very limited on current healing magic so I did the best I can. Hopefully, it will be enough to let you get back to wherever you are going. There are your robes and the potions that I think you might need, eat the food you look like you could use it. Feel free to leave whenever you like." the 'as soon as possible' was left unsaid but certainly understood. Zack looked at the man and frown when he saw the man's wand. "I could never understand why Wizards and witches rely on wands I don't even have one," said Zack bluntly, watching the wizard in amusement. He looked half pissed off half completely awed and impressed. He'd never seen such a combination on anyone never mind this man before.

"You healed me…without a wand?" asked Severus gobsmacked. This was one hell of a wizard, to think such a powerful man was being denied the magical world due to his bandages and how others will look at him.

"I did. You best eat it before it gets cold," said Zack before leaving the room feeling a little bit better. He wouldn't let this man get to him, not that he'd be there for much longer. He'd be out of his hair hopefully tonight or tomorrow morning. He couldn't miss another night of killing and experimenting, he would have to go out and Steal more money.