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1) James and Lily are nearly 32 in this story. The time line has been moved forward to Year 2001 starting on Harry's First Year.

Prologue: History Lesson

A ten, nearly eleven, year old Harry Potter closed the cover of another book he had been reading. Most would say that it was too complex and difficult for a normal child. But by no means was Harry James Potter normal. It had all started many years ago…on the year Nineteen Ninety, to be precise, that the Birth of Voldemort's Downfall came to be.

Twelve Years Ago, Interview of Sybil Trelawney…

"Three come to change what we have known…

As they are brought up upon the world we roam…

One of the Three will vanquish the Dark Lord…

Two shall rule with an iron fist…

The Three will have the Strength to fight…

One shall have power over the mind of others…

One shall have the power of the soul…

And the last will strike out with fury of Thor and Poseidon in him…

Together, untied, unstoppable…

The Dragon Rises as the Lord of the Dark does…

The Lady of the Flame follows soon after…

And together, Death, they shall conquer even…

For the time of change is fast approaching…

Much blood will be spilled over it…

But they must be victorious…

Or the World will end in flame…

The sign of the Vanquisher is clear…

Born upon the end of the seventh month…

A Lord among compatriots…

A Leader among people…

A Warrior among comrades…

And a hope to all those who believe…"

The glazed look left Sybil's face, but the Headmaster was perturbed by the prophecy nonetheless. He didn't know what to be worried about more. The fact that the World was doomed unless it changed or that Voldemort might even grow powerful enough to conquer the world...or destroy it. He always had questioned the sanity of his former pupil.

Trelawney's voice snapped Dumbledore out of his musings. "I... I'm sorry Albus. I must have dozed of a little. So where were we in this-?"

Albus raised his right hand to stop her from talking anymore. "No need for this to continue. I am sure that you are meant take the post of Divination in Hogwarts."

"Thank You Albus."

"No Sybil, thank you." Dumbledore calmly left the pub, thinking over the words he had heard from her trance-like state.

James' POV- One Year Later, St Mungoes…

I smiled as I looked at the new born babies in my arms. My wife was fast asleep, exhausted after the tiring task of giving birth. It was a good thing they had magic to help ease the pain for her. Thank God for Magic.

Alexei, my firstborn was exploring the hospital with a Guide escorting him. My Family was a well respected one and still had a fair bit of favors to call in from very powerful people. I looked at the innocent sleeping babies in my arms again. Lily and I had decided to name the girl Katie Elizabeth Potter while her younger fraternal twin was to be named Harold James Potter.

I looked up to see Dumbledore. "James, what time were they born?"

I frowned worriedly. Albus didn't concern himself with such things usually. "Katy was born 11:56 PM while Harry was born at 12:00 MN. Why?"

I swear I saw him smile as he heard what I said. "Your children might be part of a prophecy to bring down Voldemort." I had managed not to flinch at the name this time. I am actually quite proud- wait, did he just say my children might be part of a prophecy to bring down Voldemort? I will not panic until I understand completely. My children might be in imminent danger at the moment but I will not panic. That or Dumbledore's possibly gone senile. That doesn't really make me feel any better.

"WHAT!" I will not pa- Darn, I just panicked. I have to learn how to control myself.

"Calm down, I said might. There are two other candidates." I felt a surge of hope as I heard this. It might have been selfish to wish that this burden was on someone else but I can't really bring myself to care right now.

"Others? Who are they?"

"Neville Longbottom was born on 11:57 PM while Robert Slivenson was born on 11:59 PM. Now let me tell you of the prophecy before you make your own conclusions. The Sign of the Vanquisher's Coming is clear…Born upon the end of the month...A Lord among compatriots…A Leader among people…A Warrior among comrades…And a hope to all who believe." Well, that told me absolutely nothing. Out of those six lines, one isn't a clue to who it could be, and the other four have to be seen in time.

Couldn't Prophecies been simpler? Couldn't it just have said here's your rescuer, guide and train him up right and he will kick the Dark Lord's Ass for you. Oh, by the way, have a nice life. But no, they had to be mysterious riddles within conundrums. Did I jut think the word conundrums? Wow, Lily's has been more of an influence to me than I though. But back to the topic at hand, I hate prophecies.

Normal POV, One Year Later…

Alexei Grastovi was a spy under the Dark Lord. He had been recognized near instantly for his skills in infiltration, and illusionary magic. He had befriended Peter Pettigrew, a member of the wretched Order of the Phoenix and, more importantly, a friend of the infamous Potters who were housing three of the Chosen Candidates. The Slivensons had moved in with them because of the Potter's particularly strong wards.

A few Compulsion Charms later, he was Peter's best friend in the world. It was amazing Dumbledore never put in precautionary measures to stop something like this from happening. He also never found out. Illusionary Magic helped cover that bit up.

He was currently lounging in his living room, when the fireplace lit up. The all too familiar face of Pettigrew appeared. He looked distressed. In a mask and voice of fake concern, he said, "Peter, what's wrong? You look as if you-know-who's going to attack you."

"He might as well. The Potters are making me their secret keeper."

"Don't worry about it. I'll help you find a place to hide in."

"Thanks, I knew I could count on you Alexei."

Halloween, Switching of the Secret Keepers…

Alexei stepped out of Pettigrew's fireplace. He scanned the room searching for any sign of the Rat Animagus. "Peter, where are you?"

"I'm in the kitchen!" Was the reply. Alexei stepped headed to the kitchen. He saw Pettigrew there eating his breakfast. In moments, he had Pettigrew under an Imperious Curse.

"Peter, you will remain unseen. You will give me your wand, some locks of hair and drops of blood. Then, you are to commit suicide after an hour." After Alexei acquired the requested items, he put the locks of hair in a potion that could only be described as polyjuice. The blood he put in a vial and the wand he put in his back pocket. He downed the foul tasting potion in one gulp. Slowly, he began to take the face and body of Peter Pettigrew. When he had fully transformed, he made his way to the Potter Manor by foot.

He saw James Potter and Sirius Black waiting for him outside the house. "Password, Peter?" James asked.

"Err...um...I forgot." Alexei said in disguise, hoping to fool them.

James and Sirius laughed heartily. "Only you would forget something this important Peter." Sirius waved his wand and the Fidelius Charm was canceled. The main flaw of the Fidelius was that it could be canceled out instantly by the Secret Keeper. That was the reason why the Secret Keeper had to be a very trusted person."

Raising Peter's wand, Alexei yelled, "Getrouwheid!" A white beam enveloped the entire house before it disappeared from everyone's sight except Alexei. The Fidelius was originally invented by the Dutch to protect themselves from religious persecution in the Age of Colonialism. After a moment, Alexei added, "Uitbrengen voor James Potter, Lily Potter, Albus Dumbledore, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, Alexei Potter, Maria Slivenson, Gregory Slivenson, and Robert Slivenson." A blue flash of light passed over the house and it appeared again to the sight of James and Sirius. With that, he apparated away to tell his lord of the news.

7:00 PM, Godric's Hallow...

A dark cloaked man ambled through the festive Town of Godric's Hallow. Children and Parents alike kept their distance from this man as they went of trick or treating. A cold aura surrounded the man and a dangerous glint was evident in his eyes. Stopping at what seemed to be an empty lot, he recalled his spy telling him the Location of the house.

The house materialized in front of him which caused him to grin manically. Stepping on the crisp grass, he disappeared to anyone outside of the Fidelius Charm. A casual flick of his wand ripped the door from its hinges. Grinning maliciously, he stepped into the house and brought his wand in a downward sweep, causing the Two Elder Potters and Slivensons (who were visiting at the time) to be thrown into a wall. Stepping over the unconscious, slumping bodies of Lily and James Potter, he made his way to the Nursery. Or at least what he perceived to be the general location of the Nursery. In his arrogance, he hadn't really bothered to find out where it was.

He blasted open the door of one room revealing it to be the library. Growling angrily, he strode down through the hall, blasting apart doors left and right in an effort to locate the three brats (not including Alex). Of course, he eventually found them…after taking apart half the bloody house and an hour of grueling door blasting.

Now Dumbledore, the Order of the Phoenix, the Aurors and generally the slow responsive 'Light Side' had not yet appeared. You want to know why? Because they were still mobilizing a Crack Team and forming a plan on how to apprehend Voldemort. Yeah, that's what they did for the span of one hour. Effective aren't they?

Voldemort had found the Nursery and entered it to see that all three babies were in a single crib. Tightly gripping his wand, he sent three Avada Kedavras at the toddlers. To his surprise, the two identical curses flew back at him. He ducked both of them and stood up only to be hit by another killing he died. Or at least, his soul was removed from his physical body.

A piece of his soul entered Harry, which is the reason why he had accelerated knowledge and comprehension of things. Of course, instead of the Harry becoming a Horcrux, Harry had (literally) absorbed the soul and drained it of its usefulness before promptly crushing the soul with raw magic. This caused Harry to be rendered unconscious. The two other brats were declared the children-who-lived half an hour later because of the indecisiveness of Dumbledore. Well, it doesn't matter seeing as the Wizarding world fell for it Hook, Line, and Sinker.

Three Years Later...

A four year old Harry looked in satisfaction at his new room. He had been allowed to move his room next to the library. Excitedly, he rushed into the library and began looking around for something interesting to read. Just then, a book caught his attention. The title was Wandless Magic: The Art of Control. That seemed like an interesting book to him. As a child, it was understandable that he wanted to do magic. And since he didn't have a wand yet, this would have to do. He wasted no time in climbing up a sliding ladder and getting the book.

He eagerly opened the book and read the first chapter.

Chapter I: What is Wandless Magic?

"What is Wandless Magic? Wandless Magic is the use of Magic without the use of a magical conductor, harnessing mechanism, or focuser. It has been commonly referred to as Wandless Magic because the main conductor of magic used nowadays is a wand hence the terminology. This branch of Magic is thought to be cast-able only by extremely Powerful wizards. That is a very common misconception. In fact, Wandless Magic is more prone to be cast-able by weaker magic users due to the control required in having such little magic. Control is the main factor required to cast wandless magic. Without proper control, one cannot tap into his/her magical core to do said magic. If a person were able to hypothetically cast a stunner wandlessly as compared to that cast with a magical conduit, the one cast wandlessly would be vastly superior to it in terms of power. The main problem why many people cannot do wandless magic is due to laziness. When too reliant on the wand, attempts to cast wandless magic is also hindered significantly..."

After reading the surprisingly thin book, Harry began to concentrate tapping into his magical core. He could do so, however, not yet. There might have been more to this wandless magic thing.

Three Years Later...

Harry began reading yet another book, devouring the information. He had nearly read every book in the highly extensive Potter Family Library. Over one thousand gathered manuscripts concerning all sorts of magic. History, Culture of Other Magical Creatures, Etiquette, Dueling, Battle Magic, Flying, Crafts, Sports, Law, Literature, Defensive Magic, Offensive Magic, Transfiguration, Transmutation, Alchemy, Potions, Muggles, Muggle Literature, the list went on and on. It was during one of these times that his eldest brother Alexei had caught him reading a highly advanced manuscript in the library.

He had seen bits of his capabilities in wandless magic and he was impressed so far. Alex had mastered more complex spells using it and quickly rose to become top of his class in every subject. The most potential Hogwarts had ever seen in years, they called him. After catching him once, he decided to let him use his wand to practice sparring against preset Magical Dummies. The duel ended with the Dummy being burned to ashes.

After which he started teaching him things that books could not. Things which could be taken only from experience, the one thing that Harry lacked the most. He could teach him more about social gatherings, customs, and loopholes in the law.

One Year Later...

Harry held the sword firmly over his head. Alex stood ten meters from him, his blade hanging loosely to his side. "Begin." Alex said and in an instant, Harry rushed forward to attack. He swung his sword downwards as soon as he reached Alex, who only parried the blow effortlessly by bringing his sword slightly above his head. Alex then pushed his sword forward, making Harry loose his balance slightly.

Harry jumped backwards narrowly evading a swipe. He hastily countered by thrusting his sword. Alex swept it aside with his own sword before crouching down quickly and taking a swipe at Harry's legs with his own. Harry fell down as Alex stood back up and placed his wooden sword by his neck. Harry lowered his head conceding defeat. "Never think that your opponent won't go muggle on you Harry. In a battle, use everything you have to beat him. It isn't about being good or noble; it's about staying alive and walking out that way."

Alex threw a stick towards him which Harry caught using his rapid response reflexes. "I had that Trainee Wand crafted for you so you could practice magic better. Going without can only get you so far. If you ever want to reach your full potential you must start as soon as possible." It was easy for families to ward their houses to prevent inside detection from the Ministry.

Two Years Later, Present Day...

"Reducto." The spell streaked across the lawn and slammed into a tree, punching a hole through it. Alex looked at Harry expectantly.

"Is that all I taught you Harry? I'm disappointed."

Growling Harry began to release a barrage of spells and hexes. "Stupefy. Stupefy. Expelliarmus. Stupefy. Bombardo. Petrificus Totalus. Talea. Incindre." Harry chanted, sending spell after spell while taking a step forward with each one cast. Alex batted away the spells with his wand using a special technique called magical interception. It was basically using raw magic to affect the magic in itself, a rather complex art.

Harry suddenly pulled out a sword and ran the last few meters, lashing out with quick, precise strikes designed to knock someone off balance. Unfortunately for him, Alex knew all of his tricks. He taught them to Harry after all. With that said, Alex dodged each blow and executed counterattacks perfectly. Harry spun around and tried to kick Alex's chest. The Eldest of the Potter children was able to grab the foot in time. Harry slid out a hidden wand into his left hand and sent a stunner straight at his chest.

Alex was a little shocked by this move, never seeing it before but quickly recovered from his shock. He let go of Harry's foot and ducked the spell. He rolled away as another blasting hex hit the ground he used to be on. He swiped his wand and caused the ground to shake slightly, making Harry fall. Alex towered above him, trailing his wand at him. "Do you yield?"

"Not yet." Harry said. He sprang into action, kicking Alex's foot hard. Then he got back up and pointed his wand at Alex only to find him doing the same. Alex immediately sent a stunner while Harry sent a disarmer. Both spells hit their targets. Harry was revived a minute later.

"Nice touch at the last part but you made the mistake of sending an Expelliarmus. True, I would have no weapon, but you would be unconscious, unable to do anything."

"Yes, but in a battle, you could easily be taken out of the fight in that moment."

"Yes, but the goal is to walk out alive not to win. Winning is just a Bonus."

Harry nodded and the two started to duel again.

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