It was a picturesque day in Little Whingjng as Albus Dumbledore approached Number Four Privet drive. The sun wad shining, there was not a hint of dark clouds anywhere on the horizon in any direction and happy blue birds sang as they flew through the air.

Yet for all these picturesque conditions the man felt strangely on guard. It was all too perfect for him. Dressed in a muggle suit, he'd decided to deliver a certain students acceptance letter personally because of who they were, he fiddled with the material of his sleeve as the muggles of the neighborhood watched him like a hawk. He would have preferred to do this with as few people possible seeing, not to mention the security systems recording his path through the cookie cutter neighborhood being non-functional, but some things demand a sacrifice and getting this particular wizard back into magical society from the muggle one was such a thing. Knocking on the door of Number Four he heard a yell and fearful reply that made his blood freeze within his veins.

"If I have to get up from this table you'll be with that miserable whale husband and science project human-beach ball you called a son sooner than I was going to allow! I don't mean in one piece either!*

"N-No need Master!" A terrified Petunia Dursley opened the door looking like she'd gone through hell and was still in it. There was evidence of severe facial scarring and an eyepatch covering her right orbital socket. Seeing the figure at the door her pale form drained of all blood in her face.

"Petunia, good god woman! What happened? Who did this to you?" Albus asked with a horrified look on his face.

"Who the bloody hell is at the door you snivelling worm!?"

Petunia snatched the letter with clammy fearful hands. "A man offering you a place at a school your parents-"

From the kitchen a childs form raised and waved a hand making the woman collapse in a seizing fit of pure agony despite not being touched in any way. "Can't find any good help anywhere these days. Especially in the way of servants. To think stupid muggles made slavery illegal on paper and in practice" a young voice groused. Pale flesh and long limbs were seen first before raven feather black hair made itself noticable. Dark green eyes like rotting flesh on a ghoul or Haitian voodoo zombie glared at the ancient blue eyed man darkening the door. "Ah… Now I see." A dismissive wave of his hand seemed to end the source of Petunia's agony. "Go clean the kitchen slave while I speak to the waste of space darkening my door" the boy ordered with a sner curling his lip.

Petunia did not argue as she, through spasming muscles, limped back to the kitchen as quickly as possible. She was not about to get between the monstrous magical child that was her Master and the ancient man.

The horror on Albus Dumbledore's face, that's not to count the horror he felt internally, grew seeing the look of the young mans face. The left eye was glassy and a milky green telling him all he needed to know, the boy was blind in his left eye. How this was he didn't know but his stomach turned since he knew there was no spell to reverse blindness. "Harry I-"

"That's Heir Hadrian Potter to you" the boy said as his sneer curled another few unforgiving degrees upwards.

Albus physically recoiled. "You aren-"

"What that idiot James Potter may believe and claims to be fact & what is magical law are two very different animals. Not even he or Lily can challenge the family charter set down by Ignotus and Charlotte Pottermany centuries ago when it was written in blood and magic & they know it. If they try I want a front row seat to watch their magic tear itself from their core as their bodies go through the death spasms. I will consider attending your pathetic school. I'm still waiting on hearing back from four other institutions." With all that Hadrian slammed the door in Dumbledore's face with an ominous slam.

Albus apparated away too shocked and worried to notice the worrying amount of magic be expended inside the dwelling or the screaming as a slash of crimson blood stained the large windows facing the street.

Michael Alexander Potter ran up to his parents with the biggest smile of excitement on his face. His Hogwarts letter was finally here! He could begin to learn the family magic and be reunited with his big brother! "Mom, Dad it's here!" he yelled excitedly. His excitement dimmed seeing his parents talking in quick, hushed tones with the Hogwarts Headmaster, not mention his mentor and House Potter family friend, Albus Dumbledore. The wizened ancient wizard had stopped his lessons prior to what would in the future be the summer break so that he could socialize more with other witches and wizards his age so there was no reason for him to be there. At least, not one he could think of. "Is everything alright?" he asked cautiously when he got close enough.

Lily Potter wiped some unshed tears from her eyes while her husband James was shaking with rage. The report of Albus' experience going personally to deliver their eldest sons Hogwarts letter was horrifying. Just the description of how he spoke to Petunia, how he allegedly treated her and spoke to Dumbledore was bad; it spoke volumes to a very long discussion of how you are suppsed to talk to family when they picked him up for Hogwarts shopping. What had the green eyed, redheaded witch beyond worried was the fact Albus said Harry had been blinded in his left eye! Not to mention the comments he made about muggles, slavery and considering attending Hogwarts dependent in hearing back from four other magical schools. Harry shouldn't even know about magic! Not really anyway..

James was concerned about the comment Albus said Harry made about being the Potter Heir. That wasn't to say he wasn't worried about the other stuff, he was since it screamed troubled and Dark, but ever since the defeat of Voldemort & Albus declaring Michael the Boy-Who-Lived he'd declared his youngest son his heir. He had forgotten the family charter, laws and magic had very different views on what & who constituted being Lord and family Heir. Beyond the concerns about which of his sons was actually considered by the family magic to be his heir, the comment about Harry's condition of being half blind and his comments he'd made to the Headmaster troubled him.

"Everything is fine sweetheart. Albus was just telling us about some very important adult things is all" Lily said trying to placate her youngest son. As soon as Michael was occupied she would need to apparate to her sisters home. If her oldest son had been abused beyond being more than just half blind…

Michael wasn't buying into his mother's words one bit. She was picking at her nails unconsciously, her nervous habit, and her eyes practically screamed she didn't want to be there at the very moment. Whatever the Headmaster had said to his parents must have been about his brother and it couldn't have been good. Not judging by their behavior anyways. "Ok… Can we go to Diagon Alley to get my Hogwarts stuff?" he asked after the Headmaster left.

"Sure, why don't you and your dad go without me? Save your wand for the afternoon though ok. I have to do some stuff around the manor first and then I'm picking your brother up. We can get all his stuff and both your wands together. As a family" Lily said but even as the words left her lips an icy hand gripped her stomach like an executioner hefted the shaft of an axe before lopping off the head of a condemned prisoner.

Michael's eyes immediately regained their shine. The young boy grabbed his father's hand and immediately dragged him toward the manors patio talking a mile a minute.

While James occupied Michael, Lily immediately apparated away. When she appeared with a silent pop at the end of Privet Drive she felt a violent chill race down her spine. After disillusioning herself in the shadow of a tree she made her way toward the home she knew to be her sister Petunia's. When she got within a hundred yards an explosion ripped through Number Four Privet drive.

Neighbors panicked as debris showered the neighborhood forcing people to take shelter and damage was done to their homes.

Lily's eyes widened with horror as the debris settled and ran into the wrecked remains of a house. No evidence of dead bodies were found until she made it to the backyard where her sisters corpse was laid out, her neck slit open ear to ear. Written in big bold letters with Petunia's blood was a statement that made her lose her stomach:

Her death is on you Lily Evans; Abandoning your first born with a magic hating muggle, live with this on your conscious Jezzebel! J'accuse Potter!

What Lily would only see after was the two halves of Harry's Hogwarts letter on Petunia's face, nine inch roofers nails driven through where her sisters eyes should have been. Her son was gone around the bend into a dark hatred, her sister was dead and no small amount of blame was hers. The moment she heard the whining of cops, EMS, and the local fire department she Apparated away in a panic.

Only in the silence, darkness and solitude of the master suite she shared with her husband could the dam break. Losing Petunia was hard enough, sure they never really got on but she still loved her as family should even with the distance between them, but for her eldest son to be the appatent culprit of the murder and hate her… Blame her.. It broke something inside Lily Cathrine Potter nee Evans. For an hour or so the heartbreaking sobs would echo throughout the manor til James and Michael returned wholly unprepared for what they were about to learn.