To Fix The Past

Summary: Something went wrong. Someone messed with the time line, and changed what was meant to be. She tolerated it at the beginning. But when someone totally destroys her plans…she will not stand for it! So what does she do? She attempts to fix it. But how? She can't just make people do what she wants, free will and all. So what now? She sends a series of books, from another dimension, to a special room, where certain people will appear, and they will read them, and they will hopefully change it all, and she will have all of her plans back on track.

Author's Babble:

Yes I know a new story! I already have two going…but I couldn't resist doing a 'lets change the future' story anymore. I will still continue my other ones, but I don't know how long it will take me to update. Sorry about that. Sooo…. like the summary? I do! Hope you enjoy the story! Let me know what you think!

Warnings: There may be cursing, and if you haven't read any of the books there are spoilers…obviously. And seriously…if you haven't…where the hell have you been? There is also going to be bashing of certain characters…but not for a while yet.

OH! Paddy…why don't you do the disclaimer?

Paddy: ok…. Although Charny would like to own this series…~mutters~ and me ~end mutters~ she does not…except in her dreams…. where she is in the story too…. but anyway…me and everyone else…excluding plot, except for the Harry Potter story plot, belong to the wonderful J.K Rowling. ENJOY!!!

Chapter One – The Boy-Who-Lived

"Albus Severus, you were named for two headmasters of Hogwarts. One of them was Slytherin and he was probably the bravest man I ever knew…" – Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows

"Hold on! This is not right! This is all wrong! How could this have happened?" A mysterious person raged.

"What's wrong?" Another asked.

"Somehow everything has gone wrong! Everything that has happened has gone wrong! Everything that I originally set out!"

"Shh Fate. Let's try and fix it."

"I don't know what happened Time! Unless…." The being known as Fate trailed off.

Fate was a woman, around 5'9 in height. She has hair down to her waist, coloured in a beautiful gold with silver streaks. Her dress was golden and long, covering her feet. It had elaborate, delicate silver designs around the hem and neckline. The two spaghetti straps, seemed to be made of small golden and silver rose buds. Her eyes were a mysterious golden with silver specks, and shone with the knowledge of what was to come, but right now burned with a fiery rage. She had an elegant and graceful feel about her.

"Unless…" Time inquired.

Time was also a woman. Her deep green hair hung just below the shoulders, and she stood at a height of 5'7. Although she had the appearance of a 16 year old, her deep green, almost black eyes shone with wisdom and age. She wore a knee length deep green skirt with a white button down blouse. She wore no shoes.

"Unless somebody has messed with the timeline! They somehow changed what was meant to be! Damn! I knew I shouldn't have gone to that poker night, but they were so damn persuasive."

"I know, they got me too!" Time sympathised with Fate.

"What are we going to do Time? Everything has gone all screwy!" Fate whined with a pout on her face. If the situation wasn't so serious, it would have been a very funny sight.

"We fix it." She said simply.

Suddenly, Fate's eyes lit with a mischievous spark, and her lips formed into a devious smirk. She had caught on.

"Oh yes…this will be fun!"

James Potter, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin and Peter Pettigrew were all sitting in their dorm room planning their end of year prank. The group had just finished their sixth year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

They planned on making the year go out with a bang, especially since it was the last year of one of their friends Frank Longbottom, who would be graduating the next day.

They were just about finished planning when a bright light flashed in the room, taking the marauders with it as it disappeared.

It also took Frank Longbottom and his girlfriend Alice Prewett (sixth year), who he was with out on the grounds.

It also took Lily Evans (sixth year) from the library.

Severus Snape (sixth year), Lucius Malfoy (seventh year), Nacrissa Malfoy (seventh year), and Regulus Black (fifth year) were all in their common room, when a flash of light took them from their spots.

Harry Potter got home from work to find his fiancé Ginny Weasley cooking in the kitchen. Harry couldn't be happier with the way his life turned out, except for if his parents, Sirius, Remus, Tonks, and Fred survived the wars.

Harry called a hello to his fiancé, and entered the dining room only to briefly see Ron Weasley and Hermione Weasley nee Granger, before they all disappeared.

Unknown to them, one Draco Malfoy also disappeared from his home.

In another time, Fred and George Weasley were getting ready to sneak out to Hogsmeade, when the flash of light made them disappear.

In a dreary old house, a woman whose hair was currently neon pink was also taken.

In an office full of silver devices, in two different times, and in a paradise in a third time, a special bird trilled softly, sounding suspiciously like laughter.

The light dropped all of its passengers off in a room. This room was plain white, and held a table, a very round table directly in the centre of the room. It held chairs all around it.

Harry, being the first to recover from his daze, looked at all the occupants in the room, and his eyes widened.

"Holy sh-"he started.

"Don't you finish that sentence young man!" someone said from behind him.

He whirled around, only to come face to face with to women, both looking younger than him, but his gut instinct told him he was wrong. So he listened.

"Now that we are all here…" said the woman, wearing gold and silver…

"Let's get to it!"

"To what?" asked one Severus Snape.

"Well basically you are all here, cuz someone messed up the timeline, and we are now gonna fix it!" said the strangely bubbly girl.

"Ok…." Lucius Malfoy trailed off, a very strange expression on his face. It kind of said…'What the F***?'

"Let me explain. You have all been gathered here, from three different times, to reverse what has been done. All though it seems good for the people who experienced it all, coincidently, also the people furthest in the future, it is not what's meant to be. You have been deceived. We are going to stop what has happened, no matter what. To do that, we are going to read a series of seven books. They come from a different dimension to what you all live in. In their world; your lives are a fictional novel."

"What do you mean deceived?" Harry thundered.

"You will find out soon…Harry Potter." The still unnamed mysterious, cryptic figure said, before disappearing.

No one noticed the frantic look that two persons shared.

"Sorry about her. She likes to be cryptic. My name is Fate, and the woman that just left, was Time. Basically I was observing one of the dimensions I look over, yours, and saw that everything turned out wrong. I knew that a few things had changed, but the future I set out would still happen. I then got dragged away to a poker game, and someone messed with everything, resulting in the future Ron, Ginny, Hermione and Harry live in now. So I decided, along with Time, to bring in these books of their years at Hogwarts, so we could just change it all. You will all be civil to each other, and will listen to all seven books, before you give judgement." Fate announced very sternly, not even caring that all the people from the furthest past wore surprised or horrified looks on their faces about Harry's name.

"Sit!" The assembled crowd sat.

"Now…who will read first?"

"I will." A still very shocked Remus Lupin said.

"Ok, the first book is called Harry Potter and The Philosopher's Stone."

"Wait! Moony, before you read, Harry…who is your mother?" James asked his future son, who happened to be older than him.

Before Harry could answer Fate said…

"You will find out in the book. First or second chapter if I remember correctly."

"Read Moony, READ!" Sirius Black cried out dramatically, making the majority of the people shake their heads.

Harry, Ron, Hermione, Ginny, Fred, George and Tonks were all surprised at how carefree Sirius was.

"Black shut your trap so we can read!" Lily Evans shouted at him.

"Continue Remus." Lily said kindly.

"Ugh...oh right."

Chapter One – The Boy Who Lived

"Oh great" Draco Malfoy sighed…annoyed. He so didn't want to be here and listen about Saint Potter's life. Everyone knew his muggle relatives treated him like royalty. At least…that what he thinks.

"WAIT!" Hermione yelled.

"We need introductions."

"True." Nacrissa said.

"I'm Nacrissa Black. I am a seventh year Slytherin from 1976"

"I'm Lucius Malfoy. Seventh year Slytherin. 1976." He drawled in a very pure-blooded manner.

"Severus Snape, sixth year Slytherin from 1976."

"Regulus Black, fifth year Slytherin from 1976."

"Lily Evans, sixth year Gryffindor from 1976."

"James Potter, also known as Prongs, sixth year Gryffindor and Marauder from 1976."

"Sirius Black, also known as Padfoot, sixth year Gryffindor and Marauder from 1976."

"Peter Pettigrew, also known as Wormtail, sixth year Gryffindor and Marauder from 1976."

"Remus Lupin, also known as Moony, sixth year Gryffindor and Marauder from 1976."

"Frank Longbottom, seventh year Gryffindor from 1976."

"Alice Prewett, sixth year Gryffindor from 1976."

"Nymphadora Tonks, Auror from 1995. DON'T CALL ME NYMPHADORA!"

"George-"

"Fred-"

"Weasley, seventh year Gryffindors from 1995." They intoned in their twin speak.

"Ron Weasley, former Gryffindor now Auror (A.N: I really don't know about that.) from 1999."

"Ginny Weasley, former Gryffindor now chaser for the Holy Head Harpies (Or That) from 1999."

"Hermione Weasley nee Granger, former Gryffindor, now spell researcher from 1999."

"Harry Potter, former Gryffindor, now Head of Aurors from 1999." He ignored the gasps from the room.

"Draco Malfoy, former Slytherin, now Ministry employee from 1999." He also ignored the shocked gasps.

"OK, intros are done, now read Remus." Fate practically begged.

Mr and Mrs Dursley, of number four, Privet Drive, were proud to say they were perfectly normal, thank you very much.

"Your welcome" Sirius, James, Gred, Forge and Harry all said.

They ignored the death glares they were receiving.

Not many people knew that Harry had a rather strong prankster side, but because of the life he had lived, he was never able to use it. Now that the war was over, he could finally use it.

They were the last people you'd expect to be involved in anything strange or mysterious, because they just didn't hold with such nonsense.

Mr Dursley was the director of a firm called Grunnings, which made drills.

There was a pause here as Lily, Harry and Hermione tried to explain drills to the others.

"Well they are totally useless." Peter said.

"No they are not Pettigrew; I can see why they would need these. They are very important in the muggle world apparently." This came from Severus surprisingly.

He was a big, beefy man with hardly any neck, although he did have a very large moustache.

"EWWWW……" The girls all shuddered.

Mrs Dursley was thin and blonde and had nearly twice the usual amount of neck, which came in very useful as she spent so much of her time craning over the fences, spying on the neighbours.

Lily started to think now. That description sounded suspiciously like her sister. Now that she though about it, the name Dursley is rather familiar to her.

The Dursleys had a small son called Dudley

There was a rather long pause as everyone tried to control his or her laughter.

"Poor boy, he will have mental issues as he gets older. Dudley…really." Remus said to the group. They all agreed with him.

No one noticed Tonks checking out the younger version of her crush.

and in their opinion there was no finer boy anywhere.

The Dursleys had everything they wanted, but they also had a secret, and their greatest fear was that somebody would discover it.

"Now this sounds interesting." Regulus Black stated.

They didn't think they could bear it if anyone found out about the Potters.

"WHATS WRONG WITH THE POTTERS?" James, Sirius, Remus, Harry and surprisingly all the attending Slytherins shouted.

They ignored the weird looks they were receiving.

Mrs. Potter was Mrs Dursley's sister, but they hadn't met for several years; in fact, Mrs Dursley pretended she didn't have a sister,

~snort~ "That's nice" Lily muttered.

because her sister and her good-for-nothing husband

"HEY" James said, irritably.

was as unDursleyish

"That is not a word." Remus, Severus, Lily, Nacrissa and Hermione all said together.

They couldn't be sure, but they swore there was a mutter of 'know-it-all's' around the room.

as it was possible to be. The Dursleys shuddered to think what the neighbours would say if the Potters arrived in their street.

"They would be singing praise to have someone interesting on the street." Severus said. He ignored the looks.

The Dursleys knew the Potters had a small son too, but they had never seen him. This boy was another good reason fro keeping the Potters away; they didn't want Dudley mixing with a child like that.

"A child like what?" a rather irritated James and Lily said together.

Lily didn't even realise she said it, but for some reason she felt connected to Harry.

When Mr and Mrs Dursley woke up on the dull, grey Tuesday our story starts,

"So it hadn't started yet?" Peter asked

"Apparently not." Sirius replied.

there was nothing about the cloudy sky to suggest strange and mysterious things would soon be happening all over the country. Mr Dursley hummed as he picked out his most boring tie for work and Mrs Dursley gossiped away happily as she wrestled a screaming Dudley into his highchair.

"Brat" All persons present said at the exact same time.

At half-past eight, Mr Dursley picked up his briefcase, pecked Mrs Dursley on the cheek and tried to kiss Dudley goodbye but missed, because Dudley was now having a tantrum and throwing his cereal at the walls.

"Brat" Everyone, including Fate said, unnecessarily.

"Little Tyke,"

there was some choked laughter coming from Harry, Ron, Fred and George. These were the only ones who have actually seen Dudley before.

chortled Mr Dursley as he left the house. He got into his car and backed out of number four's drive.

"Anyone else bored?" called out a half asleep Sirius.

There were several muttered agreements.

"Yes Sirius, we are all bored, but we need to keep reading! I need to find out who I marry." James cried out dramatically.

"Poor woman." Lily muttered to Nacrissa, who nodded sympathetically.

Harry having heard this, was finding it hard to control a snicker.

It was on the corner of the street that he noticed the first sign of something paculiar

"Finally" Lucius, Severus, Sirius, Regulus and Draco all muttered, even though everyone hears them perfectly. The rest of the group shot the a look, that made them all gulp.

a cat reading a map.

"huh?" was the one response going all around the room.

For a second, Mr Dursley didn't realise what he had seen – then he jerked his head around to look again. There was a tabby cat standing on the corner of Privet Drive,

"That explains it." James said to the group.

They all looked at him.

"Its McGonagall duh." James said, as if he was explaining to a three year old.

"Sure it is James." Sirius said, whilst rolling his eyes.

"Actually, I agree with Potter."

"Which one?" Both James and Harry asked.

"James then." Regulus said irritably.

The two Potters shared rather Slytherin smirks.

"I agree with dad too." Harry said.

"Wanna bet on it?" Sirius asked.

"Yep." They all said.

Harry, James and Regulus all put 20 galleons each on the cat being McGonagall, whilst the rest, excluding Fate, put 20 galleons each on it not being her.

but there wasn't a map in sight. What could he have been thinking of? It must have been a trick of the light.

"Sure it was" the three McGonagall supporters muttered.

Mr Dursley blinked and stared at the cat.

"Isn't he driving?" Hermione asked.

"yes" Remus replied.

"Well, why isn't he concentrating on the road?" She asked, completely outraged.

"Cuz he's staring at a cat." Harry, Fred and George all said.

It stared back.

"Thinking: What an idiot." Hermione muttered to herself.

As Mr Dursley around the corner and up the road, he watched the cat in his mirror.

"How safe." Lily said sarcastically. She agreed with Hermione.

It was now reading the sign that read Privet Drive – no looking at the sign; cats couldn't read maps or signs.

"That's what you think." Regulus said.

Mr Dursley gave himself a little shake and put the cat out of his mind. As he drove towards town he thought of nothing except a large order of drills he was hoping to get that day.

"He has a short term memory." Nacrissa said to Lucius, who could only nod in agreement.

"Really people. Are you going to interrupt after every sentence or two?" Remus asked the group, fairly annoyed.

They all looked at each other.

"yes." They replied as one.

"OK then." He replied before finding where he was up to.

But on the edge of town, drills were driven out of his mind by something else.

"That was quick" Ron said to the group. Him and Ginny were so quiet, they forgot they were there.

As he sat in his usual morning traffic jam, he couldn't help noticing that here seemed to be a lot of strangely dressed people about. People in cloaks.

"That isn't strange." Peter said.

"It is to Muggles Pettigrew." Lily said.

Mr Dursley couldn't bear people who dressed in funny clothes – the get-ups you saw on young people! He supposed this was some stupid new fashion.

"More like old fashion." Harry muttered, not realising Draco had heard him, and was holding back a smirk.

He drummed his fingers on the steering wheel and his eyes fell on a huddle of these weirdos standing quite close by.

There was a growl around the room. All offended at being called a weirdo.

They were whispering excitedly together. Mr Dursley was enraged to see that a couple of them weren't young at all; why, that man had to be older than he was, and wearing an emerald-green cloak! The nerve of him! But then it struck Mr Dursley that this was probably some silly stunt – these people were obviously collecting for something… yes, that would be it. The traffic moved on a few minutes later, Mr Dursley arrived in the Grunnings car park, his mind back on drills.

"Very short-term memory" Draco muttered to Harry without realising it.

Mr Dursley always sat with his back to the window in his office on the ninth floor. If he hadn't, he might have found it harder to concentrate on drills that morning. He didn't see the owls swooping past in broad daylight,

"Are everyone idiots? We will be found out." Severus yelled.

though people down in the street did; they pointed and gazed open-mouthed as owl after owl sped overhead.

"They really should close their mouths." Harry said holding in a snicker, as was everyone else.

Most of them had never seen and owl even at night-time. Mr Dursley, however, had a perfectly normal, owl-free morning. He yelled at five different people. He made several important telephone

"Like a flu network, without the fireplace and you can't see the people on the other end." Hermione explained before she was even asked.

calls and shouted a bit more.

"I think he likes to shout." Sirius stated, pointing out the obvious.

He was in a very good mood until lunch-time, when he thought he'd stretch his legs and walk across the road to buy himself a bun from the baker's opposite.

"That will do a lot of good." Tonks said sarcastically.

He'd forgotten all about the people in cloaks until he passed a group of them next to the baker's. He eyed them angrily as he passed. He didn't know why, but they made him uneasy.

"Good" Lucius said.

This lot were whispering excitedly, too,

"What is all the whispering about?" Remus wondered aloud.

"Just keep reading." Fate, Harry, Hermione, Ron, Ginny, Fred, George, Tonks and Draco all replied. They all knew what was coming.

and he couldn't see a single collecting tin. It was on his way back past them, clutching a large doughnut in a bag, that he caught a few words of what they were saying.

'The Potters, that's right, that's what I heard – '

"What about the Potters?" James asked.

' – yes, their son, Harry – '

"What about my son?" James asked. Lily asked too, only in her head.

'Wait. When did he become my son?' Lily questioned in her mind.

Mr Dursley sopped dead. Fear flooded him. He looked back at the whisperers as if he wanted to say something to them, but thought better of it.

"Damn" All from the past muttered.

He dashed back across the road, hurried up to his office, snapped at his secretary not to disturb him, seized his telephone and had almost finished dialling his home number when he changed his mind.

"Surprise, surprise." Harry snorted.

He put the receiver back down and stroked his moustache, thinking

"Did it hurt?" asked a currently black haired, green-eyed Tonks.

She looked at the room, only to see the majority look at her with wide eyes.

"Did I forget to mention I am a metamorphagus?" Tonks asked.

"Kinda" Regulus said.

"Hold on." Sirius stopped everyone.

"Doesn't cousin Andy have a kid she called Nymphadora who is a metamorphagus?" Sirius asked his brother and cousin.

"umm… I don't know. We lost contact after she was disowned for marrying that muggle-born Ted Tonks." Nacrissa replied.

All the people from the furthest in the past, eyes widened.

"That would be me. Hi."

Tonks suddenly found herself engulfed in a hug from her three relatives.

After realizing what had happened, the three detached from her, wearing rather sheepish grins.

… no, he was being stupid.

"Nothing new there." Lucius commented.

Potter wasn't such an unusual name. He was sure there were lots of people called Potter who had a son called Harry. Come to think of it, he wasn't even sure his nephew was called Harry.

"Well, he is definitely in the running for best uncle of the year." Lily commented sarcastically.

He'd never even seen the boy.

"He really isn't redeeming himself at all, is he?" James commented.

It might have been Harvey. Or Harold.

"I would never name my son either of those names." James said idly.

There was no point in worrying Mrs Dursley,

"Does he always call his wife Mrs Dursley?" Ginny asked.

she always got so upset at any mention of her sister. He didn't blame her – if he'd had a sister like that

"Like what?" Lily asked irritably.

… but all the same, those people in cloaks …

He found it a lot harder to concentrate on drills that afternoon and when he left the building at five o'clock, he was still so worried that he walked straight into someone just outside the door.

'Sorry'

"He can apologize?" asked an astonished Sirius, Lucius and Severus.

he grunted, as the tiny old man stumbled and fell. It was a few seconds before Mr Dursley realised the man was wearing a violet cloak. He didn't seem at all upset at being almost knocked down to the ground. On the contrary, his face split into a wide smile and he said in a squeaky voice that made passers-by stare:

"Sounds a lot like Flitwick." Hermione commented.

Remus had read ahead, and almost dropped the book in shock.

He took a deep breath and read the next part of the book.

'Don't be sorry, my dear sir, for nothing could upset me today! Rejoice, for You-Know-Who has gone at last! Even Muggles like yourself should be celebrating this happy, happy day!'

Everyone from the past gasped.

"He's really gone?" asked Peter timidly, looking to those from the future.

All eyes swivelled to Harry.

"Bloody attention." Harry muttered before reassuring everyone.

"Yes he is gone."

This one single statement caused a miniature party to commence. Even the Slytherins joined in.

The others brought to the room, couldn't help but smile happily at the carefree attitudes they all had.

No one except Fate and surprisingly Draco noticed the mournful expression on Harry's face, and the whispered…

"No matter what the cost was." As a single tear dropped down his eleven like face.

After everyone settled again, Remus continued.

and the old man hugged Mr Dursley around the middle

"His arms actually fit?" Nacrissa asked.

and walked off.

Mr Dursley stood rooted to the spot. He had been hugged by a complete stranger.

"I think that stranger may need to be checked in to a mental institution, after a check up at St. Mungos. We don't want him to catch anything." Nacrissa told the group at large.

Harry was finding it very amusing that everyone was getting along so well, and was waiting for them to figure out that there are 7 people in the room, who are from the future.

He also thought he had been called a Muggle,

"You were" Sirius said calmly.

whatever that was.

"It's a non-magical person." Peter explained to the book.

Everyone was looking at the two.

He was rattled. He hurried to his car and set off home, hoping that he was imagining things, which he had never hoped before, because he didn't approve of imagination.

"That explains a lot." Fred, George and Harry all said simultaneously.

As he pulled into the driveway of number four, the first thing he saw – and it didn't improve his mood – was the tabby cat he'd spotted that morning.

"McGonagall" The three McGonagall supporters chirped.

It was now sitting on his garden wall. He was sure it was the same one; it had the same markings around its eyes.

"Told ya!" They chirped again.

"It is not McGonagall!" Nacrissa and Lily shouted.

'Shoo!' said Mr Dursley loudly.

"That is not going to work." James said, whilst Harry nodded in agreement.

The cat didn't move. It just gave him a stern look.

Sirius, Remus and Hermione all shuddered.

"Is it too late to change my bet?" Remus asked.

"Yep!" The three, smug supporters replied.

"Damn!" Remus, Sirius and Hermione all said. They all knew of the McGonagall look.

Peter and Ron did too, just never acknowledged it. ~cough cough~ They weren't paying attention.

Was this normal cat behaviour, Mr Dursley wondered.

"No" Hermione said regretfully. She should have known better than to bet against Harry.

Trying to pull himself together, he let himself into the house. He was still determined not to mention anything to his wife.

"Wish they would just say his wife's name." James muttered. He really wanted to know who his wife was.

Mrs Dursley had had a nice, normal day. She told him over dinner all about Mrs Next Door's problems with her daughter

"Everyone has problems with their kids occasionally. I mean, we are born to cause trouble for them." Sirius explained. Remembering fondly of the times he and James had driven Mrs Potter up the wall, and even the times with his kid brother Regulus, driving his mum mad.

and how Dudley had learnt a new word ('Shan't).

"No one says 'Shan't' anymore." Ginny said with a roll of her eyes.

Mr Dursley tried to act normally. When Dudley had been put to bed, he went into the living-room in time to catch the last report on the evening news:

Remus cleared his throat and put on his best reporters voice.

'And finally, bird-watchers everywhere have reported that the nation's owls have been behaving very unusually today.

"I always knew Muggles weren't as dumb as they seem." Severus told Lucius.

Although owls normally hunt at night

"Who said they are hunting?" Tonks asked.

and are hardly ever seen in daylight,

"That's what you think." Nacrissa sneered.

there have been hundreds of sightings of these birds flying in every direction since sunrise. Experts are unable to explain why the owls have suddenly changed sleeping patterns.' The news reporter allowed himself a grin. 'Most mysterious. And now, over to Jim McGuffin with the weather. Going to be any more showers of owls tonight, Jim?'

"That was so funny I forgot to laugh." Harry said.

'Well, Ted,' said the weather man, 'I don't know about that, but it's not only the owls that have been acting oddly today. Viewers as far as Kent, Yorkshire and Dundee have been phoning in to tell me that instead of the rain I promised yesterday, they've had a downpour of shooting stars!

The marauders all shared mischievous grins, as did the twins, and Harry had one of his own.

"Hey James!" Frank called out.

"Yeah Frank?"

"Sounds like a good end-of-year show." He called out with a grin, while he was holding his girlfriend's hand.

When Frank had first called out, he made everyone jump. Him and Alice had been so quiet, everyone forgot they were there.

(A.N: I forgot they were there … sorry.)

Perhaps people have been celebrating Bonfire Night early – it's not until next week, folks! But I can promise a wet night tonight.'

Mr Dursley sat frozen in his armchair. Shooting stars all over Britain?

"Yes" Alice said, deciding to finally say something.

Owls flying by daylight?

"Ain't nothing new." A still green-eyed, black-haired Tonks replied.

Mysterious people in cloaks all over the place?

"Cool… we're mysterious." Fred and George whispered in spooky tones.

And a whisper, a whisper about the Potters …

"We are just that good." James said smugly.

"I swear, his neck should not be able to support his head." Lily whispered to Alice and Nacrissa.

Mrs Dursley came into the living-room carrying two cups of tea. It was no good.

"What? The tea?" Ron and Peter asked stupidly.

He'd have to say something to her. He cleared his throat nervously. 'Er – Petunia, dear

Lily screamed, and Severus' eyes widened in shock.

"No way…" He whispered.

"I have to have it said to believe it." Lily replied.

The majority of the room, shot them confused looks. A.K.A, the people from 1976. the people from 1995 and 1999 were just chuckling quietly.

– you haven't heard from your sister lately, have you?'

As he had expected, Mrs Dursley looked shocked and angry.

After all, they normally pretended she didn't have a sister.

Lily recovered enough to snort and say…

"Good for her then!"

'No,' she said sharply. 'Why?'

'Funny stuff on the news,' Mr Dursley mumbled. 'Owls … shooting stars … and there were a lot of funny-looking people in town today …'

'So?' snapped Mrs Dursley.

'Well, I just thought … maybe … it was something to do with … you know … herlot.'

"What the HELL does he mean 'her lot'?" Lily asked outraged.

Mrs Dursley sipped her tea through pursed lips.

"That sounds hard." Frank voiced his thoughts.

Mr Dursley wondered wether he dared tell her he'd heard the name 'Potter'. He decided he didn't dare.

"Definitely not Gryffindor material." Remus commented.

"Thank god." All Gryffindors, past and present said.

Instead he said, as casually as he could,

'Their son – he'd be about Dudley's age now, wouldn't he?'

'Oh god, I give birth in the same year as Tuney. She will hate that.' Lily thought.

'I suppose so,' said Mrs Dursley stiffly.

'What's his name again? Howard isn't it?'

"Wouldn't name my son that either. Too fancy." James commented.

'Harry. Nasty common name, if you ask me.'

"If this is who I think it is…" Lily started.

"Then she is telling a giant lie. She always said that she wanted to marry someone named Harry, and their first son would be called Harry too."

"So you know who this is, therefore who my wife is!" James yelled suddenly.

"I don't know if it is who I think it is." Lily said.

"And I am not saying until I know for sure." Lily finished off, but a part of her knew it really was who she thought it was, and her brain was screaming, whilst he heart, no matter how much she tried to suppress it, was dancing for joy.

'Oh, yes,' said Mr Dursley, his heart sinking horribly. 'Yes, I quite agree.'

He didn't say another word on the subject as they went upstairs to bed. While Mrs Dursley was in the bathroom, Mr Dursley crept to the bedroom window and peered down into the front garden. The cat was still there. It was staring down Privet Drive as though it was waiting for something.

"Knowing McGonagall … she is." Harry replied, sighing. He had a very good idea of what she was waiting for. He ignored the stubborn looks he was receiving, from the people who still thought that it wasn't McGonagall.

Fate peered around the room. She knew that it was getting important now. She looked at the half asleep Sirius, Regulus and Lucius, to the totally asleep Ron and Peter. Sighing she cleared her throat. No one noticed, so she tried a different tactic.

"WAKE UP YOU LAZY IDIOTS!!" she bellowed at the top of her lungs, with the added help of a sonorus (sp?) charm.

Everyone immediately sat straight up, except for Remus whose ears were temporarily deaf from the loudness.

Fate sighed, forgetting about his 'furry little problem.'

She glanced at Harry, who cast a charm, to repair the damage. Remus cast him a suspicious, but thankful look.

Was he imagining things?

"Thought you didn't improve of imagination." Regulus said nastily. He really didn't like this bloke.

Could all of this have anything to do with the Potters?

"Knowing James, I am going to say yes." Frank said with a sigh.

"If you think he is bad, wait till you hear Harry's life." Hermione told him, remembering a little of what she was told about James Potter's mischief making.

If it did … if it got out that he was related to a pair of – well, he didn't think he could bare it.

"I think he means wizards." Peter said sleepily, holding in a yawn.

"Nah Duh." Ginny said.

The Dursleys got into bed.

"Did it tip over?" Severus asked snidely.

Mrs Dursley fell asleep quite quickly but Mr Dursley lay awake, turning it all over in his mind.

"He's going to drive himself insane." Lucius said.

"He wasn't already?" Harry asked, genualy confused.

"Point taken." Lucius replied.

His last, comforting thought before he fell asleep was that even if the Potters were involved, there was no reason for them to come near him and Mrs Dursley.

"He's gonna jinx it." Fred and George said in sing-song voices.

The Potters knew very well what he and Petunia thought about them and their kind … He couldn't see how he and Petunia could get mixed up in anything that might be going on.

"He's almost there." Sirius and James said.

He yawned and turned over. It couldn't affect them …

"And he's done it!" Harry cried.

How very wrong he was.

"Told ya!" The five previously mentioned peoples said smugly.

Mr Dursley might have been drifting into an uneasy sleep, but the cat on the wall outside was showing no sign of sleepiness.

"Its McGonagall, of course it, or should I say she isn't." James said

"It is not McGonagall, Potter!" Lily, Lucius, Severus, Draco and Nacrissa all snapped. The others in the room, were starting to regret their bet, except for Hermione, Remus and Sirius, who started regretting it at the mention of the stern look, and Harry and Regulus, who always thought it was McGonagall.

It was sitting as still as a statue, its eyes fixed unblinkingly on the far corner of Privet Drive. It didn't so much as quiver when a car door slammed in the next street

"A type of vehicle, that Muggles get around in." Lily said before anyone could ask. Honestly, you would have thought at least one of them took muggle studies. Her old friend Sev, seemed to have repressed most of his childhood memories.

, nor when two owls swooped overhead. In fact, it was nearly midnight before the cat moved at all.

"McGonagall, is going to be very stiff when she transforms back." Harry said.

No one bothered to challenge him.

A man appeared on the corner the cat had been watching, appeared so suddenly and silently you'd have thought he'd just popped out if the ground.

"Apparation" Everyone said. Harry shivered, remembering the first time he apparated.

The cat's tail twitched and its eyes narrowed.

"OK, that cat is not normal." Draco informed everyone.

"That's cuz it ain't an actual cat." The three McGonagall supporters chirped.

No one even looked at them this time.

Nothing like this man had ever been seen on Privet Drive. He was tall, thin and very old, judging by the silver of his hair and beared, which were both long enough to tuck into his belt.

"Dumbledore" Everyone said, at the same time.

He was wearing long robes, a purple cloak which swept the ground and high-heeled, buckled boots. His blue eyes were light, bright and sparkling behind half-moon spectacles

"I know how he does that." Harry said suddenly.

Everyone looked to him, wanting to know the secret of The Sparkle.

But Harry just smirked, and settled himself down, and just to prove he was telling the truth… his eyes started to sparkle.

and his nose was very long and crooked, as though it had been broken at least twice. This mans name was Albus Dumbledore.

"They forgot his ridiculous amount of middle names." Fred and George cried, scandalised.

This caused everyone to chuckle.

Albus Dumbledore didn't seem to realise that he had just arrived on a street where everything from his name to his boots was unwelcomed.

"Everything is unwelcomed there." Lucius sneered.

Everyone had to nod in agreement to his statement.

He was busy rummaging in his cloak, looking for something. But he did seem to realise he was being watched, because he looked up suddenly at the cat, which was still staring at him from the other end of the street. For some reason, the sight of the cat seemed to amuse him. He chuckled and muttered. 'I should have known.'

"You guys might as well pay up now." James said, whilst Harry and Regulus smiled smugly.

Before anyone could though…

"Not until I hear the name for myself." Lily said. Clearly not wanting to accept defeat.

They all sighed, not wanting the red head mad at them, and waited for the inevitable name to be read.

He had found what he was looking for in his inside pocket. It seemed to be a silver cigarette lighter. He flicked it open, held it up in the air and clicked it. The nearest street lamp went out with a little pop.

"Awesome" The marauders and twins said, and all others looked impressed, except for the former Golden Trio, who shared a glance, trying to hid their smirks.

He clicked it again – the next lamp flickered into darkness. Twelve times he clicked the Put-Outer,

Ron, Hermione and Harry all snorted at the name.

until the only lights left in the whole street were two tiny pinpricks in the distance, which were the eyes of the cat watching him. If anyone looked out of their window now, even beady-eyed Mrs Dursley,

the entire group snorted at the description given to Mrs Dursley.

they wouldn't be able to see anything that was happening down on the pavement. Dumbledore slipped the Put-Outer back inside his cloak and set off down the street towards number four, where he sat down on the wall next to the cat. He didn't look at it, but after a moment he spoke to it.

Remus read ahead slightly, and groaned. He reached into his pocket and grabbed the coins needed.

'Fancy seeing you here, Professor McGonagall.'

He threw the galleons onto the table, knowing the three would split it among themselves.

Everyone else followed, all groaning at the smirking trio. The three separated the coins between them, all the while smirking smugly, in a clear 'I-Told-You-So' manner.

He turned to smile at the tabby, but it had gone. Instead he was smiling at a rather sever-looking woman who was wearing square glasses exactly the shape of the markings the cat had had around its eyes.

"Good ol' Minnie." Sirius said, a happy grin on his face.

He ignored the looks he was receiving at calling her 'Minnie.'

She, too, was wearing a cloak, an emerald one.

"You betray the Gryffindors!" Sirius cried. "Not green!"

"I actually rather like green." Both James and Harry commented, offhandedly.

A few people smirked at that.

Her black hair was drawn into a tight bun. She looked distinctly ruffled.

"As you would be, after sitting on a wall all day." Alice commented.

'How did you know it was me?' she asked.

'My dear Professor, I've never seen a cat sit so stiffly.'

They ignored the smug looks sent by the three McGonagall supporters.

'You'd be stiff if you'd been sitting on a brick wall all day,' said Professor McGonagall.

'All day? When you could have been celebrating? I must have passed a dozen feasts and parties on my way here.'

"Awesome…" James and Sirius said. Sighing.

Professor McGonagall sniffed angrily.

"You can sniff angrily?" Frank questioned

"Apparently." Severus replied.

'Oh yes, everyone's celebrating, all right,' she said impatiently.

'You'd think they'd be more careful, but no – even the Muggles have noticed something's going on. It was on their news.'

She jerked her head back at the Dursley's dark living-room window. 'I heard it. Flocks of owls … shooting stars … Well, they're not completely stupid. They were bound to notice something. Shooting stars down in Kent – I'll bet that was Dedalus Diggle. He never had much sense.'

"That's the guy who graduated last year right? The one from Hufflepuff." Frank asked.

"Yes." Lucius replied with a sneer. He never liked Diggle.

'You can't blame them,' said Dumbledore gently. 'We've had precious little to celebrate for eleven years.'

"Eleven years" Peter asked in amazement.

"So we still have a few more years of him yet." Lily said mournfully. Her head down.

'I know that,' said Professor McGonagall irritably. 'But that's no reason to lose our heads.

"Didn't think there was ever a reason to lose our heads…except if your part of the headless hunt." Fred said.

People are being downright careless, out on the streets in broad daylight, not even dressed in Muggle clothes, swapping rumours.'

"What rumours?" James burst out, annoyed.

The people from the future, who already knew, plus Fate just snickered. Harry's was a bit sad, even if no one noticed.

She threw a sharp, sideways glance at Dumbledore here, as though hoping he was going to tell her something, but he didn't, so she went on: 'A fine thing it would be if, on the very day You-Know-Who seems to have disappeared at last,

"Why did she say disappeared?" Remus questioned.

This caused those from 1976 to think.

the Muggles found out about us all. I suppose he really has gone, Dumbledore?'

'It certainly seems so,' said Dumbledore. 'We have much to be thankful for. Would you care for a sherbet lemon?'

"A what?" the 1976 crew chorused. Harry just shook his head.

'A what?'

"Creepy…" Harry and Ron whispered.

'A sherbet lemon. They're a kind of Muggle sweet I'm rather fond of.'

"Dumbledore and his sweets…" Harry sighed.

'No, thank you,' said Professor McGonagall coldly, as though she didn't think this was the moment for sherbet lemons.

"It really wasn't." Lily, Hermione, Ginny and Nacrissa all stated.

'As I say, even if You-Know-Who has gone –'

'My dear Professor, surely a sensible person like yourself can call him by his name? All this "You-Know-Who" nonsense – for eleven years I have been trying to persuade people to call him by his proper name: Voldemort.'

Here Ron and Peter flinched, whilst everyone else just rolled their eyes.

Professor McGonagall flinched, but Dumbledore, who was unsticking two sherbet lemons, seemed not to notice.

"Oh, he noticed, just didn't want her to know he did." Alice stated.

'It all gets so confusing if we keep saying "You-Know-Who".

"That's very true. What if it was someone's surprise birthday, or you're talking about your crush." Alice stated.

I have never seen any reason to be frightened of saying Voldemort's name.'

"Either have I." James and Harry said.

'I know you haven't,' said Professor McGonagall, sounding half exasperated, half admiring. 'But you're different. Everyone knows you're the only on You-Know – oh, all right, Voldemort –

"He got her to say it! Alright Dumbledore." The marauders cheered.

was frightened of.'

"Maybe back then." Hermione muttered to Harry, Ron, Ginny and Draco.

They all snickered.

'You flatter me,' said Dumbledore calmly. 'Voldemort had powers I will never have.'

"Only because he's too noble to use them.' Draco stated

'Only because you're too – well – noble to use them.'

Draco shivered.

'It's lucky it's dark. I haven't blushed so much since Madam Pomfrey told me she like my new earmuffs.'

"Too much info!" All the boys cried.

The girls rolled their eyes and screamed…

"Get your minds out of the gutter!"

Professor McGonagall shot a sharp look at Dumbledore and said, 'The owls are nothing to the rumours that are fling around. You know what everyone's saying?

"No…tell us!" James begged.

About why he's disappeared? About what finally stopped him?'

"What, what, what?" Sirius cried.

It seemed that Professor McGonagall had reached the point she was most anxious to discuss,

"Us too!" The group from 1976 yelled.

Hermione glanced at Harry, and knew it wasn't what he was waiting for, if the tear running down his cheek was anything to go by.

the real reason she had been waiting on a cold hard wall all day, for nether as a cat nor as a woman had she fixed Dumbledore with such a piercing stare as she did now.

Everyone, including Fate shivered.

It was plain that whatever 'everyone' was saying, she was not going to believe it until Dumbledore told her it was true. Dumbledore, however, was choosing another sherbet lemon and did not answer.

James growled low in his throat. He was clearly frustrated.

'What they're saying,' she pressed on, 'is that last night Voldemort turned up in Godric's Hollow.

"Hey! That's where my parent's used to live!" James cried.

He went to find the Potters. The rumour is that Lily and James Potter

"Oh god!" Lily cried.

"YES!!!" James cried.

Everyone was congratulating James and Lily.

"We all know you like him Lily…stop denying it." Alice whispered in her ear.

Remus read ahead, and turned pure white. He glanced at the others in the room, and at seeing the look on Harry's face, along with the tears welling up in his eyes, he knew it was true.

are – are – that they're – dead.'

Remus choked on the last word, holding in a sob.

This stopped the cheering coming from James.

They all looked to the future people, and knew it was true.

Lily, Alice and Nacrissa burst into sobs.

James went to comfort Lily, but he had tears going down his face too.

Frank was trying to comfort Alice, and Lucius was trying to comfort Nacrissa, all the while holding tears back themselves.

Remus was now openly sobbing, so Tonks went to comfort him.

Sirius had gone dead white, with his eyes bulging and mouth hanging open.

Peter was sniffling, and Severus was if possible, even whiter than before.

Draco went over to help his mum and dad.

Ron and Ginny tried to help Sirius, whilst Hermione was trying to snap Severus out of his shock.

No one, except Fate noticed Harry get up and leave the table.

He went into the corner of the room, and for the first time ever, he let go of his emotions, that had been building up since he first understood, that his mum and dad weren't coming back.

It all burst out in one giant scream.

This caught the attention of all in the room.

The scream spoke of years of hurt, loneliness, and no love. It spoke of all the pain and trials he had been through. It broke everyone's heart.

By the end of the scream, everyone in the room had tears running down their faces.

The scream had even carried to all the other deities, and they were all weeping for Harry. Even the skies, in all dimensions were weeping for all that Harry had been through.

Lily immediately got up and rushed to her son, James was not far behind. They all wept together. It was a heartfelt moment. It was ad, but beautiful at the same time.

Once everyone had calmed down, Harry and his parents went back to the table, and sat as close as possible to each other.

Sirius, and Remus than sat on one side, whilst Draco and Hermione on the other.

The rest of the group then gravitated towards them, trying to ease the hurt that Harry had always felt.

"Please continue Remus." A rather embarrassed Harry said.

Dumbledore bowed his head. Professor McGonagall gasped.

'Lily and James … I can't believe it … I didn't want to believe it … Oh, Albus …'

"It seems that she cares about you more than she lets on, hey Prongs?" Sirius said, trying to lighten the mood.

It worked a little, everyone had to crack a smile at that.

Dumbledore reached out and patted her on the shoulder. 'I know … I know …' he said heavily.

Professor McGonagall's voice trembled as she went on. 'That's not all. They're saying he tried to kill the Potter's son, Harry.

"WHAT!" Lily and James screamed.

"HE BETTER OF NOT TOUCHED MY BABY!" Lily continued, breathing heavily.

"Mum, dad …" Harry started nervously.

"I'm alright." He finished.

This calmed the two down, their hearts swelled at being called mum and dad.

But – he couldn't. he couldn't kill that little boy. No one knows why, or how, but they're saying he couldn't kill Harry Potter, Voldemort's power somehow broke – and that's why he's gone.'

"Wow… Prongslete killed Moldy Voldy." Sirius said.

This effectively broke the tension, and everyone laughed. They were all awed by Harry getting rid of Voldemort though.

Harry blushed at the looks he was receiving. He really didn't like attention.

Dumbledore nodded glumly.

'It's – it's true?' faltered Professor McGonagall. 'After all he's done … all the people he's killed … he couldn't kill a little boy? It's just astounding … of all things to stop him … but how in the name of heaven did Harry survive?'

"How did you survive?" Lucius asked.

"You will find out later!" Fate told them firmly.

"I do not want you to find out anything that happens before hand! No telling them!" Fate said this to the people from 1995 and 1999.

'We can only guess,' said Dumbledore. 'We may never know.'

"His guesses are usually right though." Alice put in.

Professor McGonagall pulled out a lace hanker chief and dabbed at her eyes beneath her spectacles. Dumbledore gave a great sniff as he took a golden watch from his pocket and examined it. It was a very odd watch. It had twelve hands but no numbers, instead, little planets were moving around the edge.

"That is pretty cool." Draco said, letting his mask fall slightly.

It must have made sense to Dumbledore, though, because he put it back in his pocket and said, 'Hagrid's late. I suppose it was he who told you I'd be here, by the way?'

'Yes,' said Professor McGonagall. 'And I don't suppose you're going to tell me why you're here, of all places?'

"Good question." James put in.

'I've come to bring Harry to his aunt and uncle. They're the only family he has left now.'

"WHAT? NO WAY!" Lily and James screamed.

"My sister hates anything to do with magic! This is going to be so bad…" Lily fretted.

"Where are you guy, Padfoot, Moony, Wormtail?" James asked

"Dunno Prongs…guess we will find out." Padfoot replied, rather glumly.

He still couldn't believe his brother for all intents and purposes was dead.

Hermione had to grab Harry's hand, to make sure he didn't go and attack Peter.

'You don't mean – you can't mean the people who live here?' cried Professor McGonagall, jumping to her feet and pointing at number four. 'Dumbledore – you can't.

"Exactly!" Lily cried.

I've been watching them all day. You couldn't find two people who are less like us. And they've got this son – I saw him kicking his mother all the way up the street, screaming for sweets.

"As we have mentioned several times now… Brat." George said.

Harry Potter come and live here!'

'It's the best place for him,' said Dumbledore firmly. 'His aunt and uncle will be able to explain everything to him when he's older. I've written them a letter.'

"A letter?" Nacrissa, Hermione, Ginny and Alice repeated faintly.

"You cant explain this in a letter!" Lily said firmly.

'A letter?' repeated Professor McGonagall faintly, sitting back down on the wall. 'Really, Dumbledore, you think you can explain all this in a letter? These people will never understand him!

"Got that right." Muttered Harry

He'll be famous

"Unfortunately." Harry said glumly.

a legend –

"Don't remind me." Harry pleaded.

I wouldn't be surprised if today was known as Harry Potter day in the future

"Please tell me its not." Harry asked.

"No its not Harry." Hermione told him.

He sighed in relief.

there will be books written about Harry –

"Like this one?" Peter asked.

every child in our world will know his name!'

"More like everyone." Draco said.

'Exactly,' said Dumbledore, looking very seriously over the top of his half-moon glasses. 'It would be enough tot turn any boy's head.

"That is a good point." Severus pointed out, only to receive a glare from a furious red head.

"Not that I want him with them." He said hurriedly.

"He could have gone to someone else, who would have raised him to know about all of it, but not be big-headed." He explained. The glare cooled slightly, and went back to the book.

Famous before he can walk and talk!

"I will have you know, that I have been told I could walk and talk at that age, thank you very much!" Harry said.

"Not very well … but I could!"

"And fly…" Hermione muttered to him under her breath.

This caused Harry to snicker.

Famous for something he wont even remember!

"I wish.' Harry sighed.

Cant you see how much better off he'll be, growing up away from all that until he's ready to take it?'

"I was not ready to take it." Harry said.

"I'm still not ready."

Professor McGonagall opened her mouth, changed her mind, swallowed and then said, 'Yes – yes, you're right, of course. But how is the boy getting here, Dumbledore?' She eyed his cloak suddenly as though he might be hiding Harry underneath it.

"I hope he wasn't." Harry shuddered.

'Hagrid's bringing him.'

There was a sigh of relief going around the room.

'You think it – wise – to trust Hagrid with something as important as this?'

"I would trust Hagrid with my life." This statement was said by all past and present Gryffindors.

Draco just sneered, he still remembered third year.

'I would trust Hagrid with my life,' said Dumbledore.

Everyone exchanged glances at this.

'I'm not saying his heart isn't in the right place,' said Professor McGonagall grudgingly, 'but you can't pretend he's not careless.

"That is true." Hermione said reluctantly.

Harry and Ron had to agree with her, remembering all the times they were able to get information out of Hagrid.

He does tend to – what was that?'

"What was what?" Sirius asked excitedly, bouncing up and down in his seat.

A low rumbling sound had broken the silence around them. It grew steadily louder as they looked up and down the street for some sign of a headlight; it swelled to a roar as they both looked up at the sky – and a huge motorbike fell out of the air and landed on the road in front of them.

"I want one!" Sirius cried.

"You will never get one of those Black." Lucius sneered.

"You don't know Padfoot." James said back.

"I bet that I will get a flying motorbike one day!" Sirius aid with passion, whilst striking a dramatic pose.

"How much?" Severus asked.

"20 galleons."

"Done!" Nacrissa declared.

So James, Sirius, Peter, Remus, Frank and Regulus all bet on Sirius getting the bike, whilst Severus, Lucius, Nacrissa, Draco, Alice and Lily all bet he wouldn't.

When they looked to the other four, they all looked away.

The group took this as, they all ready knew, so wanted to be fair and not bet.

If the motorbike was huge, it was nothing to the man sitting astride it. He was almost twice as tall as a normal man and at least five times as wide. He looked simply too big to be allowed, and so wild – long tangles of bushy black hair and beard hid his most of his face, he had hands the size of dustbin lids and his feet in their leather boots were like baby dolphins.

Harry snorted.

"Nice description of Hagrid." He commented.

This caused everyone to chuckle lightly.

In his vast, muscular arms he was holding a bundle of blankets.

"HEY! Do I look like a bundle of blankets to you?" Harry cried.

This caused everyone to laugh out loud.

'Hagrid,' said Dumbledore, sounding relieved. 'At last. And where did you get the motorbike?'

"Yeah! Where? I want to go buy mine!" Sirius cried.

'Borrowed it, Professor Dumbledore, sir,' said the giant, climbing carefully off the motorbike as he spoke. 'Young Sirius Black lent it to me.

"WAHOOO!" Sirius cried, as the people who didn't believe him paid up.

Five minutes later, Sirius was still dancing around the room, until Remus silenced him, and forced him to sit down.

Everyone shot him thankful looks.

I've got him, sir.'

'No problems, were there?'

'No, sir – house was almost destroyed but I got him out all right before the Muggles started swarmin' around. He fell asleep as we were flyin' over Bristol.'

"Awwww" all the girls cooed, causing Harry to blush.

Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall bent forward over the bundle of blankets. Inside, just visible, was a baby boy, fast asleep. Under a tuft of jet-black hair over his forehead they could see a curiously shaped cut, like a bolt of lightning.

They all looked at Harry, and saw for the first time, a lightning bolt scar.

Lily lent towards him, and gave him a motherly kiss, right on the scar. Causing Harry to blush again, all the girls to coo, and the guys to snicker.

'Is that where -?' whispered Professor McGonagall.

'Yes,' said Dumbledore. 'He'll have that scar forever.'

'Couldn't you do something about it, Dumbledore?'

'Even if I could, I wouldn't. scars can come in useful. I have one myself above my left knee which is the perfect map of the London Underground.

"I don't know whether to be disgusted or impressed." Severus stated.

"You ain't the only one." Everyone else whispered.

Well – give him here, Hagrid – we'd better get this over with.'

Dumbledore took Harry in his arms and turned toward the Dursley's house.

'Could I – could I say goodbye to him, sir?' asked Hagrid.

He bent his great shaggy head over Harry and gave him what must have been a very scratchy, whiskery kiss.

Harry started to scratch his face, subconsciously, whilst the girls cooed at how sweet Hagrid was.

Then, suddenly, Hagrid let out a howl like a wounded dog.

"HEY!" Sirius cried.

'Shhh!' hissed Professor McGonagall. 'You'll wake the Muggles!'

"Gee…that's nice." Regulus said sarcastically.

'S-s-sorry,' sobbed Hagrid, taking out a large spotted handkerchief and burying his face in it. 'But I c-c-can't stand it – Lily an' James dead – an' poor little Harry off ter live with Muggles –'

This caused tears to appear in the Potter's eyes. Lily and James were upset that they were never going to see their son grow up or raise him. But they were happy they got a chance to know him.

Harry was happy that he finally got the chance to know his mum and dad.

'Yes, yes, it's all very sad, but get a grip on yourself, Hagrid, or we'll be found,' Professor McGonagall whispered, patting Hagrid gingerly on the arm as Dumbledore stepped over the low garden wall and walked to the front door. He laid Harry gently on the front doorstep, took a letter out of his cloak, tucked it inside Harry's blankets and then came back over to the two.

"He is going to just leave my son on a doorstep?" James asked.

"Oh! I am going to be having words to Dumbledore." Lily fumed.

For a full minute the three of them stood and looked at the little bundle; Hagrid's shoulders shook, Professor McGonagall blinked furiously and the twinkling light that usually shone from Dumbledore's eyes seemed to have gone out.

"Thai is not good." Fred and George said.

'Well,' said Dumbledore finally, 'that's that. We've got no business staying here. We may as well go and join in the celebrations.'

'Yeah,' said Hagrid in a very muffled voice. 'I'll be taking Sirius his bike back.

"Yeah! Give me my bike back!" Sirius cried, then his eyes widened.

"Why the hell aren't I looking after Harry?" he asked.

To resist the temptation, all those who knew, looked away.

This cause those who don't know to sigh sadly.

G'night, Professor McGonagall – Professor Dumbledore, sir.'

Wiping his streaming eyes on his jacket sleeve, Hagrid swung himself on to the motorbike and kicked the engine into life; with a roar it rose into the air and off into the night.

Sirius sighed happily at this.

'I shall see you soon, I expect, Professor McGonagall,'

"Obviously. They have school." Frank said.

said Dumbledore, nodding to her. Professor McGonagall blew her nose in reply.

Dumbledore turned and walked back down the street. On the corner he stopped and took out the silver Put-Outer.

The former Golden Trio snorted at the name again.

He clicked it once and twelve balls of light sped back to their street lamps so that Privet Drive glowed suddenly orange and he could make out a tabby cat slinking around the corner at the other end of the street. He could just see the bundle of blankets on the step of number four.

'Good luck, Harry,' he murmured. He turned on his heel and with a swish of his cloak he was gone.

A breeze ruffled the neat hedges of Privet Drive, which lay silent and tidy under the inky sky, the very last place you would expect astonishing things to happen. Harry Potter rolled over inside his blankets without waking up. One small hand closed onto the letter beside him and he slept on,

"Awwww" was the unanimous coo, going through everyone's mind, except Harry, who was just blushing.

not knowing he was special,

"He still doesn't realise that." Hermione muttered.

not knowing he was famous, not knowing he would be woken in a few hours' time by Mrs Dursley's scream

"Poor Harry" Lily and Severus said sadly, both having heard Petunia scream before.

as she opened the front door to put out the milk bottles, nor that he would spend the next few weeks being prodded and pinched by his cousin Dudley … He couldn't know that at this very moment, people meeting in secret all over the country were holding up their glasses and saying in hushed voices:

'To Harry Potter – the boy-who-lived!'

"So you are the boy-who-lived!" Remus said.

"I like to refer to myself as the boy-who-lived-to-be-hyphenated." Harry told him calmly.

Everyone burst out laughing.

Draco muttered to him…

"More like the boy-who-won't-bloody-well-die." Harry snickered at this.

"Sooo… who is going to read next?" Fate asked the group.

There was a pause, and since no one seemed to be stepping up, Lucius said…

"I will."

Remus handed him the book.

"The next chapter is…"

Author's Babble:

So what do you guys think? I know there are funnier ones out there, but I have a different sense of humour to most people. All though I find those ones funny too. I mostly just end up doing stuff that makes people laugh. At school, if someone trips or does some sort of clumsy thing, its call 'a Charny.'

Anyway, I am going to try and get two chapters of this, and two each of my other stories up before the end of the holidays.

Let me know what you think, it makes me feel warm and fuzzy…but if you want to flame, make sure it has a logical reason to it, that I can not poke logic holes in. Thanx

Ciao for now…

xx

Written on 16-04-2009

Posted on 18-04-2009