1 The day of the dead

In a rainswept street a child was left alone. A baby with pitch black hair was left in the path of a red haired man. Glasses perched upon his nose as he stared kn wonder at streetlights and passing cars. He stumbled across the child who's skin was so pale the skeleton could be seen and exclaimed.

Checking around for passebys he pulled out a stick of wood and muttered something. Rain no longer hit the child's face as he sighed contentedly. The man smiled at that his eyes caught sight of a note. Picking it out he read.

"The first to come across this child please look after him. As his parent I can not do so but a donation will payed to anyone kind enough to do so."

The man just shook his head and took off. He arrived at a field with an odd looking house that towered upwards. He opened the door and allowed himself in. Within the house a slightly chubby women could be seen caring for a pair of twins.

"Arthur." The woman said. "Is that a baby."

"Why yes Molly dear I do believe it is a baby." That caused the woman to narrow her eyes at the man.

"Arthur why have you brought another baby home with you."

"He was abandoned with a note so I decided to bring him with me." At that the woman hurried over and took the baby from the man and cradled it.

"Oh this poor dear. He is so cold and so pale. Arthur what are you doing just standing there go get some blankets." The man smiled at that and hurried off as Molly cuddled the baby. He frowned thinking of the weird message. He shook his head.

'What am I thinking of the gods are not real.' He said almost laughing at himself for considering. The child is just strange.

Two years later two red headed twins could be seen running around a barren garden with glee. Nearby them another child could be seen as it stayed in a shadow. Interestingly the shadow almost seemed to coil protectively around the child.

It was the childs birthday and his adopted family celebrated it as he was gifted with presents and Molly Weasley brought out a huge cake covered in buttercream.

During the celebrations a knock could be heard from the door. Arthur hurried to answer it and the birthday child walked after him. At the door a wealthy looking man could be seen. As the door opened he looked directly at the child.

"Hello Fiell. Hello my son."