A man appeared on the corner of what looked like a perfectly ordinary street; he appeared so suddenly and silently that you would have thought he had just popped out of the ground. Nothing like this man had ever been seen in Privet Drive. He was tall, thin and very old, judging by the silver of his hair and beard, both of which were long enough to tuck into his belt. He was wearing what ordinary people would call a dress and yet he didn’t look in the least bit shamed. If anyone who lived on that quiet little street saw him now, then they would simply have to go out and ask if he had lost his mind!

Perhaps then, it was a good thing that the normal people that lived on the aforementioned street were fast asleep in their nice warm beds, none the wiser. The street lights went out one by one as the old man walked, humming, towards Number Four, Privet Drive... and towards the cat that was sat on the wall waiting for him. His grin broadened and he had a certain bounce to his step as he walked, and he sat on the wall besides said cat without saying a single word. He popped what looked like an ordinary sweet into his mouth and watched patiently as the cat blinked out of view only to be replaced by a woman.

She was a rather severe-looking woman who was wearing glasses exactly where the markings around the cat’s eyes had been. She, too, was wearing a cloak like the old man and her black hair was drawn into a tight bun high on her head. The old man didn’t seem in the least bit surprised as he turned to smile at her and offered the bag of candy to her.

"Just cut to the chase old man. No changing the subject or dillydallying. Is it true?" she asked irritably. Well, she had just been sat on a stone wall for hours on end, so one could excuse her temper.

"Is what true, my dear Professor?" the old man asked as his eyes twinkled merrily. He schooled his features to one of innocence, but the woman waved that aside with a glare.

"You know very well what I mean! Is he really gone? And what of Lily and James potter?" she hissed again and then watched as the twinkle dimmed slightly and the old man sighed.

"Yes Voldemort seems to have been defeated. Lily and James are, unfortunately, dead and young Harry is on the way here now with Hagrid." He replied wearily as he removed his glasses for a minute and rubbed at his eyes. The woman, Minerva McGonagall, looked at him closely for a minute before she sat back down besides him and frowned.

"Here? Albus you can’t be serious! I’ve been watching these all day and you couldn’t find two people who are less like us. And they’ve got this son – I saw him kicking his mother all the way up the street, screaming for sweets. Harry Potter come and live here!"

"They are the only family he has left now, Minerva. It’s the best place for him, his aunt and uncle will be able to explain everything to him when he’s older. I’ve written them a letter." Albus replied calmly, pointedly ignoring the dumfounded look on his colleagues face.

"A letter-" she replied faintly, trailing off in disbelief.

"Well would you look at that? Who in their right mind leaves a baby on a doorstep?" Maeryn said with mock horror and then she broke down and giggled at the look Noel sent her way. Both of them stood hand in hand in front of the bundle that had a baby boy buried in there somewhere and Noel rolled his eyes as he leant down and scooped the boy up into his arms gently.

"It wouldn’t be right of us to take what is not ours," he said softly and seriously and then he looked up and met her blank stare with a wicked grin of his own. "Its called kidnapping I believe... but as someone saw fit to leave our baby here waiting for us like this, when he obviously doesn’t belong to another... how kind of them,"

"Of course, and for all they know... he could catch his death out here," Maeryn continued innocently, the little smirk she wore never once wavered.

"Which he definitely will, catch his death that is," Noel answered just as innocently and then he grinned wider and his white fangs shone in the moonlight as she gazed over at the lovingly. He looked down at the sleeping boy in his arms and brushed a small bang of hair away from the lightening bolt scar. "It was so thoughtful of them to check and find out that we were coming on this very night for the destined son, knowing how the wards would keep us out as soon as he entered the building,"

"Enough is enough, let us get out of here before something goes wrong" a third voice said as another man stepped out of the shadows. He took the baby from Noel and stared down at him without bothering to wait for a reply. Maeryn and Noel rolled their eyes but didn’t say anything as they followed the third, heavily clad vampire out of the garden and back onto the street.

"Much must be done on this eve, if all is to go as planned. Consult the seer, Noel; I want her present for the change." Ivan instructed and barely nodded his head when Noel bowed and then turned off to do as he was told without a word. "Maeryn go and get ready and then help Cerelias prepare."

"Yes, master." she too bowed and left and Ivan finally looked up and glanced around. The home of the Corvus clan spread out widely and the huge manor housed over a hundred vampires. Ivan Corvus was the leader of the Corvus clan, the largest in the Vampiric world and therefore the most respected.

Like the wizards, the vampire world was hidden from both muggles and wizards alike. They lived almost in between the lines and very rarely had need to cross those lines and enter either of the other worlds. But this now caused for one of those rare occasions. For the vampires, they preferred to live in what they still call clans and each clan is judged by sheer number, power and, of course, the slyness of the leaders. There were four large clans and hundreds of little ones who were made to look up to the larger ones.

The Corvus clan was quite clearly the largest in all aspects, Ivan Corvus had gained leadership when his father was killed and had held the position for over one hundred years now. Then there was the Janius and the Polumn clans. Those two were constantly at war with each other, fighting for second place. Fervire was one seen as abnormal by most as Raymond Fervire, the clan leader, was content to sit back and hold the place as the forth largest clan in the vampire community.

The biggest and the strongest always ruled, and so there were constant attempts on Ivan’s life, the life of his sister Cerelias and too, the life of his husband, Dante Delgardo. Most assassination attempts skipped the other three large clans and aimed straight for Corvus, but he deflected most of them with a practised ease that was legendary; the few he didn’t deflect, his guards did. His guards trailed him everywhere, though most of the time they stayed out of sight, and both Noel and Maeryn were his most trusted in the clan, they were nearly always at his side.

Now, this baby boy would be brought up as his own son and he would be the heir to the throne of the Corvus clan. As the stars told, the boy was destined to bring about many changes in all three of the worlds... but for that to happen, the baby needed to be turned for he would never be safe in the vampire community while he was still mortal. The healer would be there and would perform the necessary precautions to be sure that the boy would not be stuck as a child forever.

For this to work, they would need to make the boy a full-blooded vampire. For the pure-blooded daywalkers grew until they came to the specific age of eighteen years old and then their body would stop growing, it had something to do with puberty. For Harry though, it would be easier than that, he would automatically stop aging when he came into his full Wizarding power which was from anytime between seventeen to twenty one years old. Ivan and Dante, both acknowledged as the most powerful of the ancients, would both be giving their blood to the boy until it mixed and ran through his veins... making Harry their son in all sense of the word.

Not only that, but in theory Harry should then grow to be the most powerful of vampires and when Ivan was killed, Harry would take his place as his son and his heir and he would lead the clan of Corvus into the changes he was fated to make. Ivan nodded as the great doors to the huge manor were pushed open for him and then he swept through the halls and towards his rooms. For years now he had waited for his son to arrive, and finally he was here and in his arms. Not even the Wizarding law would be able to do anything about it when Harry had been changed into a vampire.