Harry Potter and the Paradox Behind - Prologue

Summary: What if Harry Potter is not as innocent as he seems? What if he has some secrets and an evil part inside him, just like every human? Most of the characters we believed to know hide something you might not expect. If you want to discover the truth behind the hero and his companions, you just have to read. Slash content. Beta is reading.

A/N: This is the prologue to a full Harry Potter story which is going to last all the 7 books and a bit more. It's the same story with many twists of my own. Tragic.
It's going to be mainly Drarry with a little Tom/Harry and Snape/James involved. If you don't like slash, don't read. You have been warned.
The words in italics refer to character's thoughts.
Disclaimer: Obviously, Harry Potter and all its characters don't belong to me, they belong to JK Rowling.

    Prologue

It was quite a particular dark night in London. In a particularly small village you might have heard about, a particularly non-welcoming wizard was ready to destroy his most precious person. Yes, you have read right, his most precious... but we'll get there later. He had to kill the baby; he must kill the baby-boy, for the greater good.

He entered the house silently, knowing the residents were not actually expecting him as someone had betrayed them.
Slowly, he entered a room, ready to attack.

He soon managed to kill the father of the boy. The rest must be even easier he thought, teasing himself. He reached to his precious boy, now hesitant. His boy... no matter how much he tried to hate him, he couldn't fully do it.

At last, he was so close to completing his purpose, he just had to...

“Avada Kedavra”

After a piercing scream, the woman’s inert body fell to the ground.

Easy, too easy. Harry, Harry Potter... you look so innocent and harmless now. I can kill you with just a swing of my wrist. So vulnerable. I only want to watch you like this a little while more, taste my power over you now.

“James!” a devastated voice screamed from behind.

“Avada Kedavra” he said turning around, but nobody was there.

“Don’t you dare touch the boy” he heard, no physical presence matching the voice.

There was no doubt that it was a man's voice.

Sure it is some stupid friend of father Potter...but damn, I cannot see him.

"Am I interrupting something, dear Tom?" This time it was the voice of someone he knew too well. A bespectacled man anyone would say it was James Potter's twin brother, stood right next to him, smiling widely.

No, it can't be him...

"And now you want to kill me? C'mon, go ahead, just the way I taught you." The man teased.

"It is all your entire fault! Everything!" Tom cried, staring at the man going closer to him.

"So? Kill me, you can do it now, just say those two easy words."

Tom stood there, trembling at the man's sight.

"By the way, you almost get killed by Snape a few minutes ago. But don't worry, I sent him home" The man paused to make a broad grin. "He didn't even see me, though he was the one wearing the invisibility cloak!"

And then he did it, the room was lit with that flashing green light coming out of his wand.
He felt someone dying but it was not the baby, it was the bespectacled man, and he was following him.
Am I dying? I can't die!
And he was reduced to pieces.

xxx

"The dark lord has fallen! A boy, a boy has destroyed him! We are safe, finally!" It was all you could hear all along the wizardry streets of London. Every wizard was celebrating the downfall of Voldemort, singing, dancing and drinking of course.
All among the cheeriness, a group of wizards were taking the infant who survived to a safe home. At least that is what they thought.

"Yeh sure he's gonna be okay here, Dumbledore?" Hagrid asked, incredulous about the fact that they were leaving the kid with some ordinary muggles.

"No, but this is the only family he has. When the time comes, he will face the truth but for now let us just let him be" Dumbledore answered, nonchalantly.

And like that, Hagrid, Dumbledore and professor McGonnagall  left the baby in front of the door of the Dursley's modest house.

xxx

Young Dudley had lived all his childhood along his cousin Harry. Dudley knew his cousin was kinder, smarter and even better-looking than him. He did everything better than Dudley. For that reason he did the only thing he was keener on than Harry, be mean. He took advantage of the least occasion to annoy him. He knew that under his charming manners there was a rotten monster inside. He had seen it with his own eyes. He had heard him whisper in a strange, disturbing language while sleeping. He had seen him make the lights and electrical appliances broke out of his anger. He even locked him in a glass cage at the zoo once. His cousin was a demon and thank God his parents knew it too. He could not imagine what he would do if his parents didn't control him like they were.

You can imagine Dudley's terrified face when Harry received a letter of a so-called wizardry school.
No! He can't go there. He's going to harm someone for sure. We must prevent it.
But despite how much the family tried to do so, they came for him. A rather tall and dirty man came to take the boy, scaring them all the way. And the inevitable happened, at the night of his eleventh birthday, Harry Potter was temporarily released from his only and annoying family to go study at the most prestigious school of witchcraft and wizardry, Hogwarts.

End of prologue