AN: This is merely a teaser/intro for my first story to be published in this fandom.


November 1st, 1981

With a click of the Put-Outer, and a twist on his heel, Albus Dumbledore vanished from Privet Drive, leaving the sole evidence of his visit lying on the doorstep of Number 4. With a soft sigh of contentment, the baby rolled over and basked in the recently cast warming spell, reveling in the dreams of a happier time. Not knowing she was special, not knowing she was famous, nor that at that very moment, witches and wizards around the country, were raising their glasses in a toast: "To Haesel Potter - The Girl-Who-Lived!"