I do not own Harry Potter and Ave, this is a fan fiction.

It all started with a prophecy spoken in secret and in a dark and low cost Inn. Th prophecy was about the end of one of the world's most feared and hated villas. This person was so feared that even the mention of his name was taboo. Everyone called him he who must not be named, his real name was Thomas Marvolov Riddle. He called himself Lord Voldemort and so did his followers which also received a name, the death eaters for each was a murderer.

The Dark Lord heard the prophecy by his servant, a cowardly traitor that he called Wormtail. The man even betrayed his own school friend by telling his master were he could find them. The danger to this villain was the child born at the end of October. The child was the son of two very kind people.

They were a witch by the name of Lily Evans, and her wizard husband the Auror Captain James Potter. An Auror was a sort of police officer for the magical world, James was considered to be one of the very best. But the villain did not fear the father but the son. The child's name was Harry Potter.

Lily worked as a local teacher in what you might call a magical elementary school, and with how busy her husband and herself were they had a kindly young woman look after their child. The young woman was kind, caring and a very good singer. She was also very charming and pretty. Her name was Janice and because of the magical government she could not find work.

The Ministry of Magic hated and discriminated everything that was not human. Janice was what once people called harpies. In reality they were magical being born from fire and passion and the proper name for them was veela. Janice thus had not found the one man who she could love, the one to be immune to her aura. This was the thing that told a veela when they found their mate.

Janice herself did however found someone she loved very much. The one she loved as if he was her own child Harry Potter. She loved to sing to him lullabies and taking care of him, just like any mother would.

On the night of his first birthday, that is when the villain planed to kill the child. He planned it thus because it would let the parents be happy for one year, and he would enjoy crushing that happiness. It would make the Dark deed seem even more delicious to him.

He made sure the parents were off to their jobs. He did not need to kill them, just their baby boy. He first blasted the door to their home to ash, then proceeded to kill the other servants as he walked towards the room of the baby. These servant were not making it easy for him, because they were magical beings called house elves. These house elves were very loyal to the Potter Family because compared to all other magical families. The Potter family were always kind to them.

Voldemort had to kill five of the most tenacious house elves he ever met by the time he made it to the door of the nursery. Janice had just finished changing Harry's diaper and was ready to put him to sleep for his nap. Janice was beginning to sing his favorite lullaby when she saw the door blasted by a power spell.

She immediately jumped in front of the crib, to protect the child she loved so. "You will not touch my child. I swear it by the fires of my ancestors you will not harm my child while I draw breath." Voldemort was not impressed or intimidated. He casted a very dark and hateful cutting curse injuring the versa.

The child began to cry and with her last breath she touched his face. "Do not cry my precious. I will always be with you." She died with a smile on her face. Voldemort sneered at such ridiculous sentimentality. "Once the brat is dead he can be with you I he'll, you filthy vermin."

What the people around the house did not know was that someone was watching the entire thing. The being watching had been hunting oomans for some time during the day, she managed to kill a few, but since they were dishonorable she could not take any of their skulls as trophies. Her kind were called by many predators. She was the daughter of the elder of her clan, in ooman language she was called shade.

She saw this clearly cruel ooman destroy the entrance to a dwelling with what looked like a plasma Cannon blast. She saw as the ooman killed what she thought to be the pets of the house and a female ooman. That enraged her and was ready to jump in and killed the wretched ooman when she saw a bright green light strike the child and rebound onto the cruel ooman disintegrating him on the spot.

She knew what that light was due to her lessons from one of the mystics once she was a child. It was the most evil of curses, a killing curse. But the infant had survived it. It was simply amazing that an ooman child could survive that, left alone reflect it. She believed the dead ooman had been the child's mother. Using her wristblades she carved a message onto the wall. Telling the ooman she would take care of the child, as her clan customs dictated.

She took the child with her and left towards her dropship . She of course had to listen to the child cry something awful but thanks to her speed no one noticed. She entered her dropship and placing the infant in a safe and comfortable place she set the ship to rejoin her ship in orbit.

The child's parents apparated as the female Predator exited the atmosphere. Lily could not believe the devastation she saw. Fearing the worst she ran towards the nursery and found the dead remains of Janice and a smoking wand nearby. She looked everywhere and only found strange claw marks on the wall. James could not believe that he who must not be named found their home.

It was a magically made secret after all. This could only mean one thing his friend Wormtail was a traitor. He walked and saw all the dead house elves. The strange thing was that they had been moved in an almost sign of curiosity if not honor. A man with clear half moon shaped glasses and a long white beard appear close to him.

"I told you Albus , I told you to let Sirius be the secret keeper. See Wormtail was simply to cowardly to keep the secret. Now my son is more than likely dead!? " Albus understood that James was a bit emotional. He knew that if the same thing happened to him, he would probably behave in the same way.

The only clue as to where Harry could be was a weed smoking old man who lived a few houses away. " I wouldn't worry to much. He was probably taken by aliens. They will do some rather invasive tests but he should be back in a few days, or a month at most. Sure he will be mentally scarred for life, but otherwise he will be just fine." when the parents finished hearing that Lily broke into tears all over again.

After a long trip Shade arrived and docked into the mothership. She was welcomed in, until they saw the crying ooman infant. They knew that she would want to speak to her father about it. The Predators that could see the ugly runt wanted her to do them a favor and throw the screaming pest out the nearest airlock.

She gave the male a look that pretty much said that if he dared to even think that again, she was going to throw him into the ship's incinerator. The few Predator females that heard the way Harry was crying could only marvel at his lung capacity. Shade went to meet with her father, but no before asking her mother to look after the child.

Harry stopped crying as soon as her mother took him in her arms and began to rock him to sleep. "You need to learn to hold an infant, he needs a gentle touch." Shade thanked her mother and said that she would get back as soon as he got the approval of her father.

The elder was a big, heavily scarred male Predator. He must have had about a hundred close death moments in his life. "Daughter, what is this I hear you brought an ooman infant with you?" Shade was clearly not happy about the speed the news reached his ear. "True, but I have good reason for bringing him with me. That infant did what some of our mystics would never manage to do. He reflected a killing curse and lived." The crowd in the chamber began to talk amongst themselves.

"That is quite the achievement my daughter. But he should have been left in the care of his mother. Why did you bring him here? Don't tell me you wish to have him go through the blood infusion so he becomes your own child? " Shade could not deny the fact that she did want that very much.

During her last xenomorph hunt she suffered an injury that left her unable to have a child. This would be the only way for her to know the joys of being a mother."Elder, I will never know the joys of having a child of my own, unless you allow this. He will be trained as a mystic like those of our line. I am confident that he will not only survive the blood infusion but will be an excellent mystic. Make our clan proud. "

Her father could not deny this to his own daughter, specially if what she said is true. There had never been a mystic that survived a killing curse. If the infant managed to do so, he would be an asset to the entire clan. The elder approved it and told her the blood for the infusion would have to come from her.

Shade agreed to dad faster than a ship takes to enter hyperspace. She went and told her mother to be careful that was her new grandchild she was holding. The old female began to laugh and told her that she should stop wasting time and go and get blood drawn before her father changed his mind.

The blood infusion was a very dangerous and painful process, but Shade was confident that the infant that would be her son would survive. He had to go through a very long session and it was clear that the infusion was also being used to test the infants tolerance to pain.

But as the infusion came to and end. The child seem to have grown a few inches, the skin became the same dark yellowish green color as his new mother, his hair became much like the other predators and his eyes became dark green much like shade. Shade took her child in her arms and took him to her own mother.

Predator females do not teach by lecturing, they teach by example. The years on the home world were hard for him and specially since the training to become a mystic was hard enough that only a few males survived it. While most children learn to hunt with weapons first, a mystic had to hunt and kill the beasts to make his first weapon.

Being the grandchild of the elder meant that his beast would have to be something special. During a xenomorph hunt with his mother he saw a xenoqueen threatening the life of his mother. Making a pair of fists he punched the deck of the space station they were in. His hand looked like held pure electricity. He pointed then at the xenoqueen and the energy began to fry the Queen.

"You leave my mother alone, you ugly fat freak!? I will kill you myself!? " The xenoqueen clearly did not like the way the child was talking to her, but she was having a hard time dealing with the pain the child was causing her. They closer she got to him, more the pain she felt. She was a few feet away when finally her heart could not take anymore and stopped.

Shade was so happy to see that that she gave her son a big hug. Much to the discomfort of him, he hoped his mother did not break every one of his ribs. "Your grandfather will want to make your weapon from your finest kill. You made me very proud of being your mother."