Disclamer: Everything except the plot belongs to J.K. Rowling

A/N: Hi everyone. Yes I know you all want me to go back and finish my other stories not start new ones, but this just came to me. I might keep it like this, but if you really want me too (i.e. leave a lot of reviews) I'll continue it. It will also be spell checked soon, but I just thought I'd put it up and see what you guys think. Ok I'll stop talking and let you start reading, oh and remember to review, thanks.

P.S. This is an AU so the timing is way of. For example Sirius was caught a day later, but in this story he wasn't.

P.P.S. I don't like this title, so if anyone has a suggestion, please tell me, thanks. I'll shut up now so you can read, lol.

A Different Beginning

A lone figure ran down the halls of Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Anyone who knew her well would have guessed that something very upsetting had happened, for the women was crying. And Professor McGonagall never cried.

Finally she reached her distention, the Great Hall, which was full of students enjoying the Halloween feast. She stood for a moment, knowing what she was about to say would horrify some of them, and amaze the rest. She sighed, squired her shoulders and marched into the Great Hall.

Silence fell; the students it seemed knew something was wrong. McGonagall was actually frowning, she never frowned.

"Professors and Students," she said in a grave voice, "I am afraid I have some terrible and wonderful news to tell you."

It was as thought every person in the hall was holding his or her breath waiting to find out who had died. For that was what they knew happened, in these dark times, with Voldemort out there, no one was safe. Tonight something big must have happened, for McGonagall though all the deaths and all the destruction had never cried or frowned.

"I am sorry to announce that Lily and James Potter where killed this evening by You-Know-Wh-"

"NOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

Everyone turned wide-eyed to stare at Hagrid who had burst into tears.

"NOT LILY AN JAMES, NOOOOO!"

"Yes I am sorry to announce that the Potters are indeed dead. Sirius Black, their secret keeper betrayed them, he was apprehended moments ago after killing 13 people including his friend Peter Pettigrew."

By now most of the hall was in tears, Lily and James had only graduated two years ago. Most of the older students had dated either James, Sirius, or Peter.

"But that is not all," McGonagall contused, "as many of you know the Potters have a son Harry. Well it seems that the Dark Lord tried to kill Harry and couldn't, and amazingly the Dark could not kill him. Some how little Harry Potter has managed to defeat the Dark Lord. He is gone."

Her last words vibrated though the hall followed by shocked silence. Then the cheering started, so loud that a muggle who was sitting by his fire ten miles away, jumped at the nose which was so loud it could have come from the house next door. Needless to said he never found out were it came from, even after spending most of the night trying to find the nose to tell the makers to shut the bloody hell up so he could go to sleep.

McGonagall stared at the students in disgust, how could they forget so easily that two wonderful people were now gone?

"Professor McGonagall," a voice said in her ear, and she turned to see Dumbledore looking at her. "A word in my office please, the other teachers are already on their way. Lets leave the students to their fun."

So together they walked out of the hall, and along the endless passage way till they reached the stone gargoyle that lead to the Headmaster's office.

"Mars Bars," Dumbledore said loudly, because the noise from the hall was still loud.

The moment they stepped onto the moving stairs the noise disappeared, his office was spelled so no sound could get in.

Inside his office waited the other teachers, all sitting sadly on chairs or standing around. McGonagall could see little Professor Flitwich sitting on the Headmaster's desk, plowing his noise.

"Thank you all for coming," Dumbledore begin in a soft voice. "We have much to disguise, but first a moment of silence please for those lost tonight."

For a moment the office was silent, except for the sniffles of Hagrid, and some sobbing which McGonagall thought was coming from Professor Sprout.

"Well now I think we can start," Dumbledore said, breaking the silence. "As I said we have much to talk about, but for now the question is, where should young Harry go?"

"Well here of course Albus," McGonagall said.

"Now, now Minerva, Harry has to go to one of his relatives. We must protect him, so that if Voldemort" everyone in the room shuddered at the name, "comes back, he will be safe."

"But Albus," McGonagall said stubbornly, "the only living relatives he has are the Dursleys and we can hardly send him there."

"And why not," asked a voice from the corner, it was Snape, and McGonagall noticed he had a small on his face. 'He must be happy James is finally gone,' she thought to herself. "Is prince Potter to good for them?"

"You know what I mean," McGonagall said angrily, "you heard how Lily use to complain about having to stay with her sister."

"Minerva, I agree that the Dursleys will not make Harry the happiest, but they will keep him safe," Dumbledore said sadly, "and if he dose not have any other relatives I will be forced to send him there."

"I would will not allow that," McGonagall whispered, "Lily was like a daughter to me, I will not allow you to sent her son to that hell. I will take him."

"Now Minerva," Professor Sprout said, "I agree that's not the best place for him, but you can't just take him."

"Watch me."

"I must warn you then," Dumbledore said solemnly, the twinkles in his eyes no were to be found. "If you take Harry now, we will have to stop you. Your wand will be taken away and you will be seriously fined. I would hate to have to do that to you Minerva, let us take him to the Dursleys."

"NO!" McGonagall said, shaking with rage, "you can not be serious."

She looked around the room, but found that everyone was being completely serious. She thought, long and hard about what she would do next. McGonagall loved being a witch; coming from a muggle family it had been her dream as a child. Yet Lily meant the world to her, and she could not live with herself if she let her child be taken to those awful people.

"Well you'll have to find me first."

And with that she appeared away. Never to be seen again. Maybe it was fate or just unusually good luck, but she never was found. Harry Potter disappeared too that night, not to be seen for a long time. Many people think they know what happened to him, even more think they have the right to know were he went for all those years.

But whenever anyone would ask, "where were you all those years?"

He'd look up at the sky and say, "I wish I knew."