Imagine a girl with shoulder lenth jet black hair with a thick fringe covering her thin lightning scar, her hair covering her bright green eyes, with a pale skin tone.

Chapter 1: The Girl Who Lived

A man was walking down the deserted street of Privet Drive, a peculiar with long silver hair and beard that was long enough to tuck into his belt that surrounded his dark robes with half moon spectacles perched upon his aged face he looked very out of place, this man's name was Albus Dumbledore he took a strange looking device out from his cloak and clicked it, the light from the nearest street lamp went out, he clicked it 5 more times until the entire street was in darkness.

On the corner sat a tabby cat with black markings around its eyes.

"I should have known you would be here... Professor McGonagall."

The cat suddenly transformed and in its place was a strict looking woman with black hair and emerald green robes

"Good evening Professor Dumbledore."

they continued to walk down the street "Are the rumours true Albus?"

"I'm afraid so professor, the good and the bad."

"And the girl?"

"Hagrid's bringing her"

"Do you think it wise? To trust Hagrid with something as important as this"

"Ah Professor, I would trust Hagrid with my life"

There was a deafening roar and a motorbike appeared out of the sky and skidded to the ground and came to a holt.

"Professor Dumbledore sir Professor McGonagall." He greeted

"No problems I Trust Hagrid" Dumbledore asked the half giant.

"Oh no sir not one little tyke fell asleep just as we were flying over Bristol

tried not to wake her."

Hagrid then handed Dumbledore a baby in chequered blankets.

McGonagall then piped in "Albus do you really think it safe? Leaving her with these people, they're the worst kind of muggles imaginable, they really are..."

"The only family she has" Dumbledore cut in gently.

They stopped outside a house

"This girl will be famous, there won't be a child in our world who won't know her name"

"Exactly. She's better off growing up away from all that. Until she is ready.

Hagrid coughs and sniffles, he was crying. Then cleared his throat

"There, there Hagrid. It's not really goodbye after all."

Hagrid nods. Dumbledore takes a letter and puts it on the baby, who is now at the foot of the door. The baby has a visible lightening-bolt shaped scar on her forehead.

"Good luck ….. Harriet Potter"

And the baby was left on the doorstep unaware of the people all around the world were raising their glasses and toasting "To Harriet Potter, The girl who lived"