31 October 1981

'Boom!' a loud explosion sounded throughout Godric's Hollow. All the while a handsome man of average height who appeared around his 30's was calmly walking to the house. His hair black as the veil and his cloak his dark as coal billowing in the wind. His name was Alekine and he was here for his successor.

Four Hundred years ago to the very day, there was a secret vampire prophecy. Now vampire prophets are far more precise than foolish mortal prophets. He foretold of a young vampire 400 years into the future who went by the name of Hadrian James Potter would one day rule the world. It was kept quiet and only the trusted guardians of House Dragul even knew of its existence. The 400 years of waiting had finally been done. It was the night that House Dragul would rise again.

Alekine was the guardian of House Dragul and had been since his father died nearly a hundred years ago at the hand of those blasted hunters and Van Helsing. Tonight however he focused not on his hatred but the tiny child in the crib. His black hair reminded him of his younger brother but his eyes. They were pulsing power, exuding it like it is nothing. They glowed red and forced him to shield so as to not be blinded. And then the eyes returned to normal a blood red iris. So beautiful yet so, so damn terrifying were his eyes.

He lifted the child out of the crib and returned to Castle Dragul. Upon arriving in the castle he said in Romanian "Welcome home my son, may dread forever follow you, and may death be ever your mistress." This was the first thing young Hadrian would ever remember as his entire body shone with a black aura with his eyes beaming outwards taking in the surroundings. Finally Hadrian said "Frens?", Alekine laughed and said "Friends."

2 hours later

A very pissed off Albus Dumbledore was pacing in front of the crib were Harry was supposed to be. He quickly noted that Voldemort was vanquished but where was Harry? Albus finally sighed and said "Damn you Tom, who will be my pawn now?" At last a small thought struck Albus 'I'll kill the Longbottom's and use Neville as the Boy-who-survived. Yes, yes it should work with the parents and grandmother gone Albus will adopt him and say it is for the greater good. The name however didn't seem right but alas he had time after all when you have the world in the palm of your hand everything is easy.

1 November 1981

Albus had finally killed off all the Longbottom's save Neville and he had proclaimed him vanquisher of Voldemort and made a lightning bolt scar and claimed that's where Neville was hit with the killing curse. Everything was going perfect except for those damnable Potters but alas Albus will make due.