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Chapter 1

Minerva McGonagall had been sitting on the garden wall of Number 4 Privet Drive all day. She, in her animagus tabby cat form had been watching the Dursleys all day. She didn't like them one bit. The wife was nosey, the husband proud and that son of theirs was the most spoiled child she had ever seen. She had seen a lot of spoiled children, after all she had been teaching at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry for nearly twenty-four years. The reason she had been sitting on a cold, hard wall all day:she was waiting for one Albus Dumbledore, the greatest hero of her world. The magical world that is. He was coming here to supposedly give Harry Potter to this family, his aunt and uncle. She couldn't believe it, wouldn't believe it, until she heard it from him.

Her eyes narrowed at the opposite end of Privet Drive. A man had just appeared out of thin air. He was tall, thin and quite old. He had a long white beard down to his waist and his hair was of the same length. He wore long midnight blue robes that greatly brought out his sparkling blue eyes. These were behind his half-moon glasses perched on his very crooked nose, which seemed to have been broken at least twice. This man was Albus Dumbledore. He glanced curiously at the cat crouched upon the wall of the house he was intending on going to. He laughed to himself as he pulled out a small silver instrument from his cloak and clicked it once at each of the various lampposts on the street, eliminating all of the light from this place, so that if you happened to be looking out of your window that night you would not be able to distinguish a single thing out and about on the street. He then put the small silver instrument back in his cloak pocket. He then walked down the street to the house. When he arrived however, in the place of the tabby cat who had occupied the wall all day was a stern looking woman with raven black hair tied back in a bun, and emerald green eyes. She wore dark green robes that were extremely conservative.

"Hello Albus" she said.

"Good evening Minerva. May I inquire as to why you are here and not celebrating with the rest of our kind?" Albus replied.

"I am here Albus because I want to hear it from you. Are the rumors true?"

"What rumors my dear Professor?"

"The ones which state that Lily and James Potter are dead and that their only son Harry survived when You- Know-Who attacked him."

"Alas, my dear, I am afraid they are indeed true."

"How is that possible? After all that has happened, all the people he has killed, and he couldn't kill a single child?" she remarked.

"I am afraid that we may never know Minerva."

"Albus, I also heard that you were bringing their son, Harry, here to live with these Muggles?"

"Yes, I am" he replied.

"You can't! They are the most terrible sort of people imaginable, trust me I know I've watched them all day! The way that they treat their son it's…. it's ridiculous! They simply will not treat him right Albus. You can't do this to the boy. Ridiculous!"

"They are the only family he has left. We simply have no choice Minerva." He said.

Minerva was silent for a while and then asked, "Where is the boy now?"

"Hagrid is bringing him" said Dumbledore.

"Hagrid? Do you think it wise to trust him with something as valuable as Harry?" she said and then seeing his hurt expression, she added, "I'm not saying his heart isn't in the right place but well, he's just a bit clumsy that's all."

Just after she finished her sentence, a distant rumble unlike the cars going by on a nearby street could be heard from above them. Soon there was a steady beam of light heading for the ground. What landed on the street was a huge motorcycle and upon that motorcycle was an even larger man. This man was Rubeus Hagrid.

"Good evenin' Professors"

"Good evening Hagrid, how was your journey?" asked Dumbledore.

"Not bad, got ther' jus' before them muggles did, house was blown to bits though." Hagrid replied.

"Well give him here Hagrid, best get this over with." Albus said.

He took Harry from Hagrid's arms and Minerva rushed over to see him. She gently touched the lightening bolt scare on the child's head and said "Is that where….?"

"Yes, my dear, he'll have that scare for life." Albus replied as he put Harry down on the Dursley's front porch, took a letter from his cloak and tucked it into Harry's blankets.

All three adults silently looked at the sleeping toddler for a few moments before Hagrid broke the silence.

"Well, I gotta go give young Sirius Black back his bike. Nigh' Professors."

"Good night Hagrid." they both replied, and then he took off into the night.

When Hagrid had left Albus turned towards Minerva only to find tears in her eyes. He quickly gathered her into his arms and slowly rubbed soothing circles on her back. It hurt him to see this woman crying. After a few moments of standing like this, she spoke.

"Albus, do we have to leave him here? It just doesn't feel right leaving him here unsure of how he is going to be treated."

"Minerva, this is the only family he has left. It's best for him to grow up away from fame. After all he's only a child. But if it will make you feel any better we can come back in a few days to see if he's doing alright." He replied.

Minerva lifted her head off his chest and looked into his amazingly blue eyes and said, "Alright Albus. Thank you."

And so with that the pair walked to the end of the street, where Albus pulled out his small silver instrument known as a Putter-Outer and slowly clicked it once, and have doing so all of the light from the street lamps returned with a ferocious glow and then returned to their normal soft luminescence.

Then the two disappeared suddenly leaving the sleeping one-year-old known as "The Boy Who Lived" to sleep peacefully for a few more hours before being woken up by his screaming Aunt.