HARRY POTTER AND THE UNKNOWN STORY TITLE

Disclaimer: I do nor own Harry Potter nor do I make any money off my writings. It firmly belongs to the fabulous JK Rowling. Anything you might recognize does not belong to me. I can only call the characters mine own mind came up with mine.

Prologue

James Potter smiled down at his infant son sleeping peacefully in his crib. Lily, his wife, had left the room a while ago to answer the door. Seeming to sense someone watching him, Harry tiredly opened his green eyes and looked happily up at his father before drifting into sleep once more.

Wondering what could possibly be taking Lily so long, James left Harry and hurried down the stairs into the living room of their small cottage. Seeing Lily curled up on the couch reading one of her romance novels, he sat down beside her.

Lily, having not paid attention, jumped at the sound of her husband.

"Sorry Lils. So, who was it?" James asked curiously.

"Oh, just some of the Muggle neighbors Trick-or-treating. It is, after all, Halloween night."said Lily offhandedly, "I can't believe we forgot to get some sweets to hand out. And no, before you ask, chocolate frog cards don't count as candy."

James, about to ask that very question, looked slightly amused. "Since you know me so well, what else was I going to ask?"

"I think I have an idea." Said Lily with a knowing smirk.

"Oh, really..."

"Definitely."

"And what is that?" James inquired.

"Well, first..."

BANG!

"Bloody hell, what was that?" yelled James, over his son's scared screaming from the next room over.

A cackling laugh was heard through the noise.
"Lily, take Harry and leave! I'll hold him as long as I can." James was on his feet and out the door before Lily could say a word.

Lily, her heart telling her to fight alongside her husband, ran after him but was stopped at the doorway by a flash of green light and the thud of the man so loved falling to the floor before the wand of Lord Voldemort.

Knowing what she had to do, Lily, blinking back tears, slammed the door behind her and ran towards her son speaking the activation word of the emergency port-key to no avail.

Mumbling a string of curses, Lily desperate to save her son chanted the words she had learned as an Unspeakable, "Ex peril ut templum , meus diligo vadum servo vos , Prodeo quo , vestri inevitable fortuna , mos plurimus amo verto , ut vestri own ventus."(.From peril to sanctuary, my love shall protect you,Go forth to where, your inevitable fate, will most likely turn, to your own favor.)As her vision, too, turned green, Lord Voldemort shot the Killing Curse at the infant only to have it rebound on himself. Young Harry Potter vanished moments after a lighting bolt shaped cut appeared bleeding on his forehead.

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Anna-Lee Taylor was one of those exotic women who lived their life by their own rules. Anna took no consideration for the fashion trends set by teenagers and wore what she liked and liked what she wore.

Then a little baby boy showed up on her doorstep the morning after Halloween wrapped in an emerald green blanket with an oozing cut on his forehead.

She put up notices in the local papers and did what she could to find out who this little boy was.

Three days after his appearance, an owl flew though the kitchen window with a note attached to its leg. At first she tried to shoo it away but it just squawked at her presenting her its leg. Cautiously, she approached it and untied the note, it said;

To the Receiver of this Message,

If this Message appeared to you then my son has come to you and my husband and I are dead. We have been concerned for his safety as of late and constructed a way for him to have the most options in life and fulfill his destiny. We have been hunted down by a murderer who wishes to end my sons life. You may or may not recognize the name Lord Voldemort but if you do you know what we are up against. If not, think of a man much worse than Hitler with more power to get his way.

I am telling you this not to scare you but to warn you, not all is as it seems. Please take care of my son as you would your own and provide for him what you can. He will have a hard life for who he is and people will wish to harm him. I trust you to help him and to be let him find his own path.

My son's name is Harry James Potter, born on July 31 a year ago. Also, his father's name is James. Please let him grow up knowing that we love him very much and nothing, not even death, will ever change that.

Yours truly,

Lilly Marie Potter