Chapter One

Privet Drive was a simple and quiet little street with identical houses placed parallel to one another in rows. Being an ordinary place filled with ordinary people, nothing exciting ever happened there however it did look rather odd in this cold, autumn night.

The half moon hung in the sky and cast a soft ethereal glow over number four in the rows of parallel houses. It's inhabitants, sleeping soundly not knowing what was happening outside, which truth be told was probably a good thing, mostly because they wouldn't believe it even if they saw it with their own two eyes.

Curiously a large female grey tabby cat was sitting watching the house almost as if she were waiting on something or someone to appear she was elegant and striking and had a sense of curiosity and anger as her tail swished from side to side and her ears twitched at the sounds all around her.

All day long the tabby cat was sitting watching number four and it's occupants with her feline glare, they were the most horrible sort of people possessing all of the idiosyncrasies she despised.

It had seemed as if whatever the cat was waiting for came to fruition as her attention was captured at the bottom of the street by the group of large oak trees planted there. An elderly man with the longest grey hair and a beard of the same length came strolling through the street clicking off street lights as he went with a curious little instrument...what was also curious was his attire.

He had on a long purple cloak covered in stars that shone brighter than the moon in the sky and a rather strange looking hat of the same colour at it sat straight up onto a point on the top of his head. As Halloween was over he looked as out of place in the ordinary street as a dog would who was flying a car.

His attention was captured by a meow from in front of him he gave the cat a knowing smirk and chuckle before nodding at the her whilst looking over a set of half moon spectacles with a bemused expression.

"Why am I not surprised to see you here Professor McGonnagall..." He trailed off as he got closer to the tabby cat which nodded in greeting before the elegant cat began walking towards the newcomer and mid stride turned into a tall older woman with her hair tied in a tight bun speckled with grey, she was donned in a cloak similar to the gentleman in front of her, albeit rather demure in comparison and a pointed hat which matched the dark green of her robes.

"Professor Dumbledore...good evening." As the cat lady's Scottish accent was clearer she walked right up to the man now as they both walked the last few steps to number four in almost silence, a sort of tension between them.

"Are you sure there is nowhere more suitable for the boy Albus...he will be the most famous boy in our world...children will grow up hearing his story, a lot of people would take him in and care for him as if he was their own and these muggles are the most horrid sort of people. That man is a lazy, arrogant, selfish, overweight walrus, the wife well if I didn't know any better I would swear she was adopted, nothing like her sister at all...she is what I can only describe as an self-important ignoramus and don't even get me started on their own little boy Albus. He is the most spoiled little brat and he can't even talk yet honestly...the boy would be better somewhere, anywhere else...I am sure Lily and James have more suitable people in their will..." The older gentleman searched the lady's face almost as if he was checking to see if the woman was calming down any following her hustle and bustle of annoyance.

"Minerva I assure you there is no where better suited for him than with his mothers own flesh and blood." She sighed in exasperation and paced a few times with three steps in either direction with nervousness and slight contempt for the man in front of her.

"Where is the boy anyway?" The old man whose name was Albus looked at Minerva with such worry and tiredness, before he answered her with a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes.

"Hagrid is on his way, Minerva I ask you not to worry. The boy will be back where he belongs in no time. He will get his letter to Hogwarts when he turns eleven and all will be as it should be..." As she eventually gave up and nodded at the man a loud bumbling and popping noise could be heard from above as a huge light glided towards them. A large, black motorcycle landed with a thump against the tarmac it is a wonder the street lamps didn't vibrate with the sheer size of it and with an even larger man sitting astride if it was possible.

"Hello Proffessors..." The mammoth of a man jumped off the motorcycle with a surprising grace and lifted a small bundle from under his moth skin coat and proceeded to hand it Albus and all three began walking towards number four Privet Drive.

"Thank you Hagrid..." The closer and closer they walked towards their destination the more apprehensive Minerva McGonnagall seemed it didn't feel right to her to just leave this boy in the hands of Muggles considering his history. As Albus Dumbledore sat the baby boy down into a basket and placed a letter on his chest the mammoth Hagrid let some tears fall.

"We will see you soon Harry Potter..." Within fifteen seconds all of them were gone leaving behind a small baby boy with a lightning shaped scar on his forehead not knowing what his future is going to be...and the occupants upstairs not knowing of the surprise that would await them in the morning.