I do not now nor have I ever owned ether harry potter or the legacy of Kain franchises. This is a test pilot

fic to see if anyone would be interested in reading it. Reviews will help with updates but they will be few

and far between. Thank you and on with the fic.

The Reaver legacy

Prologue

A Paradox created

As Dumbledore an McGonagall aparted away, while Hagrid drove/flew away on his borrowed

motorcycle the where unaware of a fourth party remaining lurking in the shadows, having watched their

interactions over the past few minutes and becoming more and more curious about what was so

important about the bundle the dropped off in this human infested settlement, and if it was so

important, why leave it unattended.

As the figure stepped from the shadows, his monstrous appearance came within full view for anyone to

see, for this creature was most obviously not human, at least not anymore. Fore even though he walked

like a man, had arms and legs, a face ears and eyes that is where all resemblance to humanity ended.

His skin was a rotting yellowish green color that rippled with muscles that showed clearing that this was

not some......thing that most would be willing to physically fight with. His arms did end in hands but they

were cloven, four fingers and thumb on each had having been replaced with three orange talon like

appendages that gripped and curled, much like human fingers. His feet too where disfigured and instead

of toes where two talon like appendages that in design, loosely resembled the hoofs of a deer. His face

however was what truly set him apart as something inhuman, it was tightly drawn across his skull, so

that every ridge of bone could be seen, his silvery main of hair was framed and held back by a crown of

horns circling his upper skull. His eye's where a bright yellow that seemed to pierce every shadow that

he cast his gaze upon. Within his mouth, prominent fangs protruded from his gums, giving him a more

feral appearance. His clothing consisted of black leather pants, black gauntlets that covered from his

palms up to his fore arms and a red cape, that hung over his right shoulder, attached to him by a broach

that connected two ends of the crimson garment together across his chest. Upon his back he carried a

sword, the blade subtlety twisting and turning like a snake slithering across the ground. The cross guard

a jawless skull with oversized canine fangs further adding an image of terror and pain.

This demonic God, was the vampire time traveling lord, Kain, the balance guardian, who had cast his

homeland of Nosgoth into a virtual wasteland, barely able to sustain any form of life, and this bundle left

on the doorstep of number four Privet Drive had caught his attention.

Kain's view

'As I stepped through the time stream portal, the overwhelming stench of massive human population

assaulted me, and filled me with the basic instinctual urge to feed, as all vampires feel when surrounded

by so much sustenance, but I being of a higher breed of vampire was easily able to...restrain such urges.'

'Upon further observation of my surrounding's I noticed three humans across from me on the other side

of the road. One a elderly woman that seemed concerned and unsettled for unknown reasons, next to

her a giant of a man who, I'm unashamed to say easily dwarfed me by a good three feet, but it was the

last one that truly held my attention, and it took everything I had not to rip his throat out from where he

stood. At first glance he seemed little more than an decrepit old man, ancient by human standards with a

long flowing beard, and horribly repulsive purple robes, but this wasn't what angered me, no it was the

feel of this old fool, his aura reminded me for too much of Mobious, the treacherous guardian of time,

and Nosgoth's greatest manipulator.'

' as I continued to watch I noticed a bundle of cloth held within the old man's arms, and all three seemed

to be discussing whatever was in it, and for good cause, for even from hear cloaked in shadow across the

street, I could feel the power of whatever object was wrapped up, swirling around the air, I was amused

that the humans hadn't noticed. As they placed the object down onto the doorstep of the house then left,

I approached the bundle, reality began to shift and twist around me, I knew what this was. A paradox

was being formed, centering on the bundle and whatever action I would decide to take.'

' as I stood over the bundle, I was surprised to find that what was excreting so much raw energy and

power, was little more than a sleeping human baby with a fresh scar upon its head resembling a

lightning bolt. As I stared at the child, reality still warping around us, I considered the ramifications of

taking this child. On the one hand I would be taking with me a human child who could not be turned until

further along in life at which point I would turn him into a vampire, placing him as the youngest of his six

other vampire sons. On the other, leaving such a powerful being in the hands of humans and in obvious

reach of the old fool that reminded me of Mobious, left a bitter taste in my mouth.'

'coming to a decision I picked up the bundled child cradling it in my arms, and as I did, reality stopped

shifting around me as the future found the path of least resistance to help set its self back to its chosen

path. Noticing a letter attached to the blanket, I unfolded it and began to read, as I read further along I

become more and more sure that my decision would be both beneficial to the child and amusing for me.

Coming across the child's name, a sense of revulsion swept over me, for no fledgling of mine would be

called Harry Potter. Considering for a moment, a decided to name the child Harrell, for this child would

surely call forth a great change of destiny.'

'Opening a portal in time a walked through it with young Harrell, back to Nosgoth, and to my empire

where my six other sons awaited my return, looking down upon my future son, I decided to add a new

twist to my cruel joke involving my children who where once the leaders of the Sarufan vampire hunters,

now my undead lieutenants sons, yes babysitting their future little brother when he is human and young

should amuse me or a while'

And so with that thought the portal closed around Kain and young Harrell, forever changing the

wizarding world's destiny, for history arbores a paradox.

And that's it, read and review so I know what you think.