Chapter 1

Picked and Taken

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Mr. Dursley was having a very bad today. First, a weird cat that seemed to look on the map. Then a bunch of unnormally garbed people appeared on his very normal street. One of them hugged him. It wasnt very pleasant. Now he was finally home and with hopes of more plesant tomorrow, he fell into uneasy sleep.

He was supposed to have it.

Cat on the wall, however, showed no signs of sleepiness. It stared on the corner of Privet Drive. Suddenly, a man appeared where the cat was staring, appearing so quietly that one could think he just popped out of the wall.

The man was very tall and slender, with long silver hair and proud long beard, tucked behind his belt. He had high heeled black boots and long purple cloak. His eyes were of blue colour, light and bright with mischievous lights in them, behind glittering half moon glasses. His name was Albus Dumbledore, a name that was well known and respected, much like its bearer, with many titles behind it.

Albus Dumbledore was searching his cloak for something, when he realized he was being watched. He looked on the cat and chuckled ,, I should have known. „ He muttered. He then pulled out a silver divice, looking like a lighter, and clicked.

Street lamp went out with a quiet pop. Another click, and another went out the same way. This repeated twelve times, and then Dumbledore put the device back into his pocket. He sat down the beside the cat on the wall. Its eyes were the only light left in the dark.

,, Fancy seeing you here, Professor McGonagall. „ He said with a smile. But the cat was not there anymore. In her place was sitting a stern looking woman with square glasses. Like Dumbledore, she had a cloak, but emerald one. She had black hair and was looking ruffled.

,, How did you know it was me ? „ she asked.

,, My dear Professor, there never was a stiffer cat. „

,, You would be stiff too, if you would be sitting on a wall all day. „ she said

,, All day ? When you could have been celebrating? I must have been to dozen parties and feasts when I came here. „ McGonagall was sniffed angrily ,, Everyones entering the day by celebrating, all right. Youd think they would be more careful, but they do not. „ She jerked her head to the Dursleys house ,, I heard it. Flocks of …. shooting stars …. Theyre not completely stupid. They had to notice something. Shooting stars in Kent- it had to Dedalus Diggle. He never had much sense. „ She snorted.

,, You cannot blame them. We didnt have much to celebrate for eleven years. „

,, I know. „ said McGonagall irritably ,, But thats not downright reason to start being careless. People are like that, out in the streets in day, not even in Muggle clothes, swapping rumors. „

She threw a sharp, sideways glance at Dumbledore, hope he he was going to tell her something, but he did not, and so she went on ,, The good thing is that the You-Know-Who seems to have disappeared at last, otherwise the Muggles would find out about us. I suppose hes really gone, Dumbledore? „

,, It certainly seems so. „ said Dumbledore ,, We have much to be thankful for. Lemon drop? „

,, What? „

,, Lemon drop. Theyre a kind of Muggle sweet Im rather fond of. „

,, Not, thank you. „ said McGonagall coldly, thinking this was not a moment for lemon drop. „ As I said, even if You-Know-Who was gone- „

,, My dear Professor, surely a sensitive person like yourself can call him by his name? All this , You-Know-Who , nonsense- for eleven years I have been trying to persuade people to call him by his true name-Voldemort. „ McGonagall flinched, but Dumbledore, given he already had two lemon drops, didnt seem to notice. ,, It all gets so confusing if we keep saying , You-Know-Who ,. I have never seen any reason in calling him like that. „

,, I know you havent. „ said McGonagall, sounding half exasperated, half admiring. ,, But youre different. Everyone knows youre the only one You-Know-oh, all right, Voldemort, was frightened of. „

„ You flatter me. „ said Dumbledore calmly ,, Voldemort had powers I will never have. „

„ Only because youre too-well- noble to use them. „

,, Its lucky its dark. I have not blushed so much since Madam Pomfrey tol dme she liked my new earmuffs. „

Professor McGonagall shot a sharp look to Dumbledore and said ,, The owls are nothing next to the rumors that are spreading. You know what everyones saying ? About whys disappeared ? About who finally stopped him ? „ it seemed McGonagall had reached the point she was most anxious to discuss, the real reason she had been waiting in the cold wall all day, for neither she as cat or now had fixed Dumbledore such a piercing stare as she did now. It was plain that whatever ,, everybody „ saying, she was not going to believe it until Dumbledore told her it was true. Dumbledore, however, he was choosing another lemon drop and did not answer.

,, What theyre saying is „ she pressed on ,, is that last night Voldemort turned up in the Godrics Hollow. I have went to find the Potters. The rumor sis that Lily and James are-are-that theyre-dead. „

Dumbledore bowed his head. Professor McGonagall gasped.

,, Lily and James… I can not believe it… I did not want to believe it… oh, Albus…"

Dumbledore reached out and patted her on the shoulder. „ I know… I know…" he said overloaded.

Professor McGonagalls voice trembled ace she went on. ,, Thats not all. Theyre saying he has tried to kill the Potters boy, Harry. But- he could not. He couldnt kill that little boy. No one really knows why, or how, but theyre saying that when he could not kill Harry Potter, Voldemorts power somehow broke- and thats why hes gone. „

Dumbledore nodded glumly.

„Its-its true ?" falterd McGonagall ,, After all hes done…all the people hes killed… he could not kill a little boy ? Its just astounding….. of all the things to stop him… but how in the name of heavens Harry survive ? „

,, We can only guess. „ said Dumbledore. „ We may never know. „

Professor McGonagall pulled out a large handkerchief and dabbed at her eyes behind her spectacles. Dumbledore gave a great sniff as he took out the golden watch from his pocket and examined it. It was a strange item. It had twelve hands but no numbers, instead little planets were moving around the edge. It must have made sense to Dumbledore, though, because he put back in his pocket and said ,, Hagrids late. I suppose it was him who told you Id be here, by the way ? „

,, He did. „ said McGonagall. ,, And I suppose youre going to tell me why youre here, of all places ? „

Dumbledore sighed ,, I had to bring Harry to his aunt and uncle. Theyre the only family that hes left now. „

,, You dont mean- you cant mean the people who live here ? „ cried McGonagall, jumping to her feet and pointing at number four. ,, Dumbledore- you can not. Ive been watching them all day. You could not find two people who are less like us. And theyve got a brat there- I saw him kicking his mother all the way up to the street, screaming for Potter cant live there ! „

„ Its the best place for him. „ he said firmly. ,, His aunt and uncle will be able to explain everything to him when hes older. Ive written them a letter. „

,, A letter ? „ repeated McGonagall faintly, sitting back down on the wall. ,, Really, Dumbledore, you think you can explain everything on a letter ? These people will never understand him! Hell be famous- a legend- I would not be surprised if today was known as the Harry Potter Day in the future- there will be bnooks written about him- every child of our world will know his name!"

,, Exactly" said Dumbledore, looking at her seriously over the top of his glasses. ,, It would be enough to turn any boys head. Famous before he could talk and walk! Famous for something he will not even remember! Can you see how much better off hell be , growing up away until hell be ready to take it in ? „

Professor McGonagall opened her mouth, changed her mind, swallowed, and then said ,, And i tis-and it is, youre right, of course. But how is the boy getting here, Dumbledore ? „ She eyed his cloak as though he might have been hiding Harry underneath it.

,, Hagrids bringing him."

,, You think its wise to trust Hagrid with something as important as this ? „

,, I would trust Hagrid with my life. „ said Dumbledore.

,, Im not saying his heart is not in the right place. „ said McGonagall grudgingly ,, but you cannot pretend hes not careless. He tend to- what was that ? „

A low rumbling sound had broken the silence around them. It grew steadily louder as they looked up and down the street for some sign of headlight. It was even louder as they both looked up the sky- and the huge motorcycle fell out of the air and landed on the road in front of them.

If the motorcycle was huge, it was nothing compared the man sitting atop it. He was almost twice as tall as a normal man and at least five times as wide. He simply looked too big to be allowed. And so wild- long tangles of bushy black hair and beard hid most of his face, he had hands the size of trash can lids, and his feet in their leather boots were like baby dolphins. In his vast, muscular arms he was holding a bundle of blankets.

,, Hagrid. „ said Dumbledore, sounding relieved. „ At last. And where did you get that motorcycle ? „

,, ´orrowed item, Professor Dumbledore „ said the giant, climbing from carefully of the motorcycle as he spoke. ,, Young Sirius Black gave it to me. I got him, sir. „

,, No problems, were there ? „

,, No, sir- house was completely destroyed, but I got him out before the Muggles started swarmin´. He fell asleep when were flyin´ over the Bristol board. „

Dumbledor and McGonagall bent forward over the bundle. Inside, just visible, was a baby boy, fast asleep. Under the tuft of jet black hair over his forehead they could see a curiously shaped cut, like a bolt of lightning.,, Is that where-? „ whisperd McGonagall.

,, It is." Said Dumbledore. ,, Hell have that scar forever. „

,, Could you do something it, Dumbledore ?"

,, Even if I could, I would not. Scars can be handy at times. I have one myself above my left knee that is a perfect map of London Underground. Well-give him here, Hagrid- wed better get this over with quickly. „

Dumbledore took Harry in his arms and turned to the Dursleys house.

,, Could I- could I say last goodbye to him, sir? „ asked Hagrid. He bent his great, shaggy head over Harry and gave him something taht must have looked like a scratchy, whiskery kiss. Then, suddenly, Hagrid let out howl like a wounded dog.

,, Shh! Youll wake the Muggles! „ hissed McGonagall.

,, Ss-sorry" sobbed Hagrid, taking out a large, dirty handkerchief and buried his face in it. „ But I can´t stan´ it- Lily an´ James dead- an´poor lil´ Harry off ter live with Muggles-„

,, Yes, yes, its very sad, but get yourself together, Hagrid, otherwise well be found. „ McGonagall whispered, patting him on the back, while Dumbledore stepped over the low garden walland walked to the door. He laid Harry gently on the doorstep, took the letter out of his cloak, tucked it into Harrys blankets, and then came back to the others. For a full minute the three of them stood and looked at the bundle, Hagrids shoulders shook, Professor McGonagall blinked furiously, and the twinkling light that usually shone in the Dumbledores eyes was snuffed.

,, Well" said Dumbledore after a while ,, that would be it. We have no business staying here. We may as well go and joint he celebrations. „

,, Yeah. „ said Hagrid with a look full of despair and sadness ,, Ill be takin´ Sirius´s bike back. G´night, Professor Dumbledore, sir- Professor McGonagall. „ He wiped his steaming eyes on his jacket sleeve. Then he hopped on the motorcycle and kicked it to life, and with that, he rose into the air and disappeared into the night.

,, Well see each other soon, I hope, Professor McGonagall. „ said Dumbledore, nodding to her. McGonagall blew her nose and didnt reply. Dumbledore turned and walked to the night. On the corner he stopped and pulled out his strange silver device. He clicked it twelve times and all the street lights shone again.

,, Good luck, Harry. „ he whispered. And with swish of his cloak, he was gone.

That day, Harry was supposed to grow up with the most hellish family that ever existed. That didnt happen. Because suddenly, a strange figure appeared.

The figure looked like it was standing there for a while, none of the wizards noticing him. To be precise, the figure was a man. He had grey robe with a hood on his head, with white featureless mask on his face, with only eye shaped visors. He had a white shirt, grey pants and thigh high black plated leather boots. On his belt was a strange metal device, with black on the handle and with leaf like decorations. The figure very silently walked to the bundle, touching the ground as slightly as a cat. He knelt to the bundle, the baby was wrapped in.

His name was Baal Khel, former Knight of the Jedi Order, now an exile and a Grey Jedi. He touched his temples and clicked on something. Mask fell of his face into his hands and puti t on his belt. Face behind it could be called handsome. He had a beard, tanned skin and peculiar yellow eyes with cat like slits. He carefully picked the baby up.

He could feel the boys presence in the Force. For a baby this young, he was quite poweful. Khel was lucky he found him before the Sith. What concerned him, though, was a scar on his forehead. He could feel something dark and unnatural in it. Most peculiar and interesting.

,, Well, arent you cute little bugger ? „ he whispered. He took the baby and got up. He had to move quickly, people who put this boy here could be nearby. He walked quickly, but silently. He walked down the street and to the small forest behind the Privet Drive.

Khel pulled out a metal device and clicked on a small button. A space ship suddenly appeared. Khel checked his surroundings for the last time. Then he looked on a certain bush. He could feel something in it, or …. someone.

Khel quickly opened the door in the ship, ran in it and closed them. Then he spotted C-10K, his personal protocolar droid.

,, Gack, could you take care of this little guy, while Ill start the ship ? „

,, Of course, Master. „ said the droid. Khel put Harry in his arms and went to the bridge. He took a seat and started his ship. He didnt forget to activate the cloaking. Khels ship flew and with him, sleeping Harry. He did something that people, both Muggles and wizards, only dreamed about: he reached the stars.

Meanwhile, a skinny man in dirty clothes crawled out of the bush, not having faith in what he saw. His name was Remus Lupin, werewolf and wizard. He knew one thing certainly: someone kidnapped Harry. He had to report to the Dumbledore and quickly.

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