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Summary: They were all trying to escape, whether it was from fate, war, grief, abuse, hate. They were all trying to escape. Rated M for language, and mature themes. Many Harry Potter spoilers for those who have not read the books, and spoilers for the Naruto series.

A/N: This is my edited work, thanks to hikagi, who is great and I've learned a lot about writing mechanics from. We have all of the prologue material edited and are working on the chapters with Harry in them. There are a changes, not a lot in this one, but more so in the other chapters. So revised chapters will be coming out. Thanks - depressedchildren

Prologue

Charlus and Dorea Potter had a sinking feeling. The young boy they briefly went to school with - the handsome, charismatic, but wicked boy who gave them chills when they passed him in the halls - was graduating. They had a bad feeling about him. He was put into Slytherin - a house for the ambitious - for a reason, and the Potters both knew his ambitions were more malicious in nature than most would believe.

The twelve-year-old that Charlus had met had a very dark mind. Charlus may be a natural legilimens, but he had no intention of looking into anyone's mind … he just could. His father explained that it was a common occurrence in their family, dating back to start of the Potter line in the wizarding world. His father also told him myths about their family, all of them circling around how their ancestors had fought and locked away ferocious tailed beasts. They were giant animals, demons some would say, with more magic than anyone could fathom. Of course it was all fiction, Charlus knew there were no such creatures in the magical world – he simply knew.

Yet Charlus now found himself wondering if he would ever get the chance to tell his coming child those family stories. It was not that Dorea was struggling much with the pregnancy, even though it has been hard on her. What worried him was that frightening boy they once knew. That boy, now man, was graduating from Hogwarts and it terrified them both. What was he planning? Dorea may have a gift for divining, but it could not answer that question specifically, it only gave her a feeling. During her last year at Hogwarts she would always receive a terrible sense of foreboding when in the presence of that boy. There would be a still coldness in the air, like death clung to the twelve-year-old she chanced upon in the school's halls.

In all, it was enough to send Charlus into the family vaults, looking at every scroll and book within its walls. He wanted some way to protect his soon-to-be family. Of course he had the Cloak but his family could not hide under it the rest of their lives. Besides, he knew how greedily Dumbledore looked at the cloak. Charlus would not be fooled by twinkling eyes or avuncular demeanors. Though Dumbledore is a powerful ally to have and a growing public figure, one should not follow his words blindly. Charlus picked up the subtle drops in conversations, and he caught glimpses of a lifelong dream floating on the surface of the professor's mind. Though the man had changed with the war against Grindlewald, some childhood dreams could not be so easily snuffed. Charlus knew what the family cloak was, but he had a feeling Dumbledore would be only too happy to take it from them, if only to "master" death.

Charlus had spent months pouring over these ancient texts, Dorea helping when her duties at the ministry did not interfere. It had been on one such night that they came across a peculiar type of parchment with strange symbols. The paper was rolled up like a scroll but seemed to be made of something much thinner than the parchment they were used to. When they held up the unrolled scroll to the light, the resulting shadow on the vault floor was a dull gray, and saturated by the light seeping through.

Dorea was well-versed in ancient runes, but these symbols were no runes she knew. In the end they figured it was some different language. They then went through the various language spells, trying to identify what this writing could be. If they had a speaker there they could cast a translation spell and all would be good, yet written languages took more to crack. One would begin by the root language family, then the sub-language family and so on until they came to the specific language.

However, there was no language the symbols narrowed down to completely. Several languages revealed characters within the text, yet then the connotation of the word seemed lost. It seemed that the scroll was some variation of the Asian languages. There was a predominant mix of Japanese, and Chinese, yet occasionally the root language family would change. When looking at the descriptions within the scroll, Japanese yielded the best results with the most cohesive connotations, and from that they were able to decipher the scroll.

It was the answer to their prayers; it was the escape they would need. And so they decided to leave soon after, departing the wizarding world they feared would be too dangerous for their family. The year was 1945, and it seemed the Potter stories weren't all myths.

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