A/N 1: This is my very first story, I've been reading fanfiction for about 10 years. Reviews are welcome, please let me know if its worth continuing, I'm currently working on chapters 2 + and they should be longer then this one... so updates are short to follow.

A/N 2: This story is at times very graphic and violent and at other times fulffy and light. but you can't have one without the other for this one so if you can't read past the violent and dark part to get to the fully and light part then please don't read.

Disclaimer: I own nothing.

Harry Potter lay in his queen sized bed fast asleep. The simple round clock next to Harry's bed made an audible tick as the minutes passed. At exactly 2:29 am Harry's eyes shot open. He swung his legs over the edge of his bed, and after a few attempts his feet found his slippers. Once they were securely on his feet he stood up and stretched. The clock then struck 2:30 am as if on some magical cue the sound of a little baby Teddy could be herd crying down the hall. Harry left his bedroom and made his way into the nursery.

Harry quickly prepared Teddy's bottle. Once it was at its proper temperature he picked up Teddy and brought him over to a big arm chair in the corner of the room. Harry gave him his bottle once they were seated and Teddy cooed in appreciation. "Teddy, how is it that you are hungry at exactly the same time every morning." Harry said out loud to the quickly feeding baby. Once Teddy drained the bottle Harry put it down on a table next to the chair, lifted Teddy up to his shoulder and began to pat his back. Teddy let out a burp that could rival most adults. Harry wasn't fazed by this regular occurrence, and only smiled at his God son. Harry held onto Teddy for a few more minutes when sleep once agin took ahold of his god son. Once he was sure Teddy was fast asleep he stood once more, brought Teddy back over to his crib and placed him down. Harry wrapped a blanket around the young sleeping baby kissed his forehead and left the nursery.

Entering the kitchen Harry walked over to counter top where his muggle coffee maker sat. After setting up the coffee maker and pressing the little button to begin the brew he walked over to the cabinet and grabbed himself a mug. He stood in front of coffee maker waiting for the black sludge fill the pot. As the coffee maker made a beeping noise indicating the completion of the concoction Harry picked up the pot and started to pour his coffee into the mug. Mid pour Harry froze, and turned his head towards the door. Someone had just apparated outside. Harry set the mug and pot down, drew his wand from his sleeve and made his way towards the front door.

Outside of number 12 Grimmauld place a hunched over, fully cloaked figured stumbled a little after apparating in the middle of the street. The figure slowly made its way up to the gate of number 12 Grimmauld place. Once reaching the gate the figure stumbled a little, reaching out with one arm it caught itself from falling to the sidewalk, after the figure righted itself it opened the gate slowly and step by step the cloaked figure made its way up to the front door of the house. Just as the figure was about to knock on the door, it wavered and fell to the stoop in a sicking thud.