The Cheshire

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Albus Dumbledore was having a decent day working from his office and what day was it you ask?

Why this particular day was a day known throughout the wizarding world as the birthday of Harry potter the-boy-who-lived and today was the fifth anniversary.

Oh Dumbledore couldn't help but smile as he remembered young Harry and the plans he had for him when suddenly every single object tied to Harry's whereabouts and condition imploded into a fine dust and an explosion of fire.

Albus rushed from his seat in his office and grabbed the elder wand before he used the floo to get to the Dursley's but when he arrived he found the house in a mess, every window broken, every plate broken, carpet torn, cloths in shreds…The Dursleys themselves were fine but were cursing Harry to the depths of hell and back.

Albus was confused until he found a simple dark grey gift box wrapped with thick dark blue string with a simple card beside it with the word FROM: Cheshire TO: Harry Potter- the boy under the stairs the box was open and inside was a mold used to hold animal collars.

Albus felt the blood drain from his face as he rushed to the wizarding council room to call a meeting into place.

6 years later

Albus gave the crowd a smile as he gave his Hogwarts speech and his eyes grazed the crowd hoping to see one Harry potter but alas the boy if he could still be called that wasn't present.

The boy's letter was still written and sent out but the address which was written magically was blank however the letter was sent anyway in an attempt to get Harry back into Dumbledore's plans.

Despite this bump the sorting was going nicely until Miss Granger came up she was quickly sorted into ravenclaw making Albus frown as he was hoping that the girl would be placed into Gryffindor making much easier to align her and the weasley boy however after her the rest of the sorting went as predicted until McGonagall read Harry's Name.

As soon as the words left her mouth a greyish blue fog appeared next to the stool and a child who manifested appeared to be roughly the same age as the first years he was wearing loose cloths.

A long dark grey tail that was stripped faintly with a dark blue swished behind the boy as he turned to face McGonagall the tag on his collar jingled and his long cat eared clock almost grazed his grey and blue stripped shoes he spoke "You called Professor?"

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