A black hooded figure appeared with a soft pop out of nowhere in the little town of Godrics Hallow.

The figure stepped through an iron gate towards a seemingly normal 2 story house. Inside the house a wailing alarm went off indicating the arrival of a person who stepped through the wards. In the kitchen window a redheaded woman could be spotted who saw the black hooded figure marching towards the house with his wand drawn. The black hooded figure saw the woman moving away from the window with all haste. Probably to warn her husband of his arrival. The black hooded figure blasted the front door open and saw a tall man with unruly black hair and round glasses standing in the hallway, pointing his wand at the black hooded figure.

The black hooded figure stepped through the doorway and spoke in a high voice "move aside Potter" "never Voldemort" shouted the black haired tall man named James Potter back. Firing the first curse James Potter would start a duel with the strongest dark lord in History. Which would end 30 seconds later with the demise of James Potter.

The Dark Lord Voldemort stepped over the body of his defeated opponent and walked up the stairs on the end of the hallway. The stairs led the Dark Lord to another hallway with 4 doors. Knowing which door would let to the room inhabiting the nursery of the house, the Dark lord walked over to the last door on the right. Blasting the door open, the Dark Lord saw the same redheaded woman from the window standing in front of a crib. That crib containing a black haired 1 year old boy named Harry Potter.

"Step away woman" the Dark Lord spoke. "Please not Harry, take me! Kill me instead!" pleaded the woman standing in front of the crib. "Step aside foolish woman!" "Please not Harry, please!" The last thing the redheaded woman, Lily Potter, would see was the flash of a green light, before she dropped to the floor with glazed eyes staring upwards to the ceiling.

The 1 year old boy inside the crib started crying of freight from seeing the bright green light. A tiny hand shot out of the crib towards the now dead woman but unable to reach her, the little boy could not take comfort from its mother.

"Harry Potter, my prophesied nemesis" the tall black figure spoke. Raising his wand the Dark Lord shouted "prepare to die!" The tip of the yew wand lighting green the Dark Lord shouted the words many people, including the parents of Harry Potter, heard for the last time "Avada Kedavra!" From the yew wand shot a green light heading towards the little boy in the crib. Just before the light impacted the boy, a golden shield appeared deflecting the green light back towards his caster. The Dark Lord, overtaken by surprise, reacted not quick enough and got hit by its own casted Killing-curse. The backlash of the curse blasted apart most of the top floor of the house. All what remained of the most powerful Dark Lord in History was a wraith fleeing from the Potter Cottage.

If the Dark Lord would've payed more attention while fleeing, he would've seen a cloaked figure standing on top of the house across from the Potter Cottage

The cloaked figure stared intently from under his hood at the fleeing wraith. Knowing he could not go to the house due to the Fidelius charm, the cloaked figure chose to wait for people to arrive at the scene to investigate. Several minutes later a tall man appeared out of nowhere in front of the house and stepped through the iron gate and he too disappeared from the sight of the cloaked figure.

Several minutes later the huge man came through the gate holding something in his arms wrapped in blankets. The cloaked figure saw the man touching a stick and disappearing with a soft pop. The cloaked figure knew what was in the blankets having heard the prophesy. the Dark lord has marked the Potter child as his equal! The cloaked figure asked to himself with an old voice filled with experience and power "So what are you going to do with the child Dumbledore?" and disappeared with a plop from the scene.

Little Whinging in Surrey is a quiet town filled with house of ordinary filled with ordinary people. But this night, on the first of November, something strange happened. Out of nowhere 3 people appeared in the street of Pivet Drive with one of the people holding a child wrapped in blankets. The 3 people started moving towards a specific house, 4 Pivet Drive. Inside this house lived the ordinary family of Vernon, Petunia and Dudley Dursley. The only thing extraordinary about their lives is that Petunia Dursley is the aunt of Harry Potter by blood.

"Albus are you sure that this is best? I have watched those muggles for several days, they are vile and mean to everybody except their selves!" asked one of the people to another person of the group

"It's imperative young Harry grows up without his fame, to live an ordinary childhood, he will have childhood filled with being used for his fame if he grows up in the Wizardry world" one of the other people replied.

"But still Albus! This childhood will probably be filled with abuse!"

"Minerva, the wizardry world is not safe for him! He will have to grow up in the muggle world, with his remaining family he will be protected from people meaning him harm"

Arriving at the door of 4 Pivet Drive, the person named Albus asked to the 3rd person "Hagrid please place young Harry at the doorstep" Hagrid moved forward and placed the child gently on the ground and stepped back. Albus stepped towards the child and placed a envelop with the child in the blankets. Stepping back from the child Albus motioned Minerva and Hagrid to come with him. Once back on the curb walk they all 3 disappeared with a soft sound. Leaving none of the rest of Pivet Drive aware that they were at Little Whinging at all.

Once again a cloaked figure was standing on the rooftop across the street watching the event unfold before him. But he was not happy, not happy at all.

"For all your so called wisdom you are an idiot Albus Dumbledore" the cloaked figure muttered to himself in anger. "Leaving the Heir of the Potter family on the doorstep of muggles! You absolute incompetent fool! This ends here!"

With those last 3 words the man appeared in front of 4 Pivet Drive, marched up towards the door, picked up the child and disappeared with a soft pop from 4 Pivet Drive.

Albus Dumbledore, Headmaster of Hogwarts school for Wizardry and Witchcraft, sat in his office contemplating life. Just the day before he lost 2 of his friends, Lily and James Potter to the hand of Voldemort, the most powerful Dark Lord in history. Only for their son miraculously defeating Voldemort. The legal magical guardian of young Harry, his godfather Sirius Black in his wake of rage and grief signed away his guardianship of the Potter child to him. To protect the child Albus had to hide the child from the rest of the Wizardry world, and decided to hide the child with his muggle relatives. The muggles are unpleasant, even he knew that. But it had to be done, for the greater good.

Voldemort is alive, there is no other way. Upon investigating Potter Cottage at Godrics Hallow, he sensed the magical signature of Voldemort heavily in the house. But he felt a trail of his magical signature moving away from the Cottage, and no body was found at the Cottage except the ones of the Potters.

He felt some strange magic on the Potter boy, ancient and powerful magic. It may be possible that the young boy lashed with some accidental music at Voldemort and Voldemort fled. But if the child could have such strong accidental magic, defeating the strongest dark wizard alive only at 1 year old, what would happen if he is older and trained.

He would become the strongest wizard to have ever lived, possibly stronger than Merlin. And that could not be risked, the chance that such strong wizard to go dark would be disastrous for the world. No no, the Potter child must never become that strong.

At the end of that thought a large bird flew through his open office window and dropped an envelope on his desk and flew right out of the window again. Albus reached for the envelope and pick it up, for it only to fly up into the air to speak with a clear voice like a soft Howler

The Boy is with me.

you have my word he will be safe and on the train to Hogwarts when the time comes

I swear on my magic, so mote it be

A white flash came from the envelope signalling the oath was accepted by magic.

The boy? What boy? Albus thought, after several moments it dawned on him. He jumped up from his desk and flame travelled with his familiar to Pivet Drive. He rushed towards 4 Pivet Drive and banged on the door. After several moments the door was opened by a woman in her early 20, with black hair and a long neck. Albus knew that this woman was Petunia Dursley because of pictures he saw in Potter Manor

"Yes?" Petunia asked

"Hello Miss Dursley, can I see young Harry Potter please?" Albus asked with a little twinkle in his eyes

Upon hearing the name Potter the face of Petunia fell and a slight sneer appeared on her face

"Harry Potter? There is no Harry Potter here, they live in Godrics Hallow " The Petunia replied slightly cold

The twinkle in Albus's eyes dimmed " Ah sorry miss Dursley, I must have confused the addresses, I shall be leaving"

Albus worry increased, this person that send the envelope did indeed take the Potter child. This is bad very bad, he is outside of his reach, outside his control. He had to see the goblins. Turning away from 4 Pivet Drive he walked to the curb and upon checking he was not watched he disappeared with a soft plot.

"What do you mean I am not his magical guardian!" Albus Dumbledore roared at the Potter account manager at Gringotts. "His godfather signed of his guardianship to me! I am his legal guardian!"

The Potter account manager goblin named Sharpclaw bared his teeth in a toothy grin and replied coldly from behind his desk "His actual magical guardian was here yesterday and gave irrefutable documentation that he was indeed by law his actual magical guardian. Sirius Black was to begin with never his magical guardian"

"What is this documentation, I demand to see it!"

"That documentation is classified Mr Dumbledore, you are not allowed to view Potter family documents"

Dumbledore knew his hand were tied, he had indeed no right to see it if he wasn't the head of house Potter or the magical guardian of the head of house Potter. Since he isn't the magical guardian he can't view the documents that refute his claim as magical guardian.

"is that all Mr Dumbledore?" the goblin asked sweetly

"Yes that is all" Albus replied coldly and abruptly turned around and marched from the office.

The goblin Dumbledore left behind smiled viciously, oh yes when the Potter child arrives at Hogwarts Dumbledore will be in a rude awakening.

A/N:

I hope you like the start of the story. this will be a Harry/Daphne story. I hope you guys can forgive me for any writing mistakes and quirkiness. It's my first story and my bad luck tells me that English is not my native language. I hope someone can volunteer for a beta, because I think I need one.