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Chapter 1
Dumbledore sat at his desk reading the will of Frank and Alice Longbottom. Just an hour ago Lord Voldemort had heard the profacy and had destroyed every person he found in contact with the Longbottoms except for there little son, Neville.
Neville was a one-year-old boy, believed to be a squib. How the boy had managed to stop Lord Voldemort was unknown to everyone except for Dumbledore. All that was left was a scar on Nevel's hand in the shape of the word "love".
"Well child," Dumbledore said looking at the little boy on the floor of his office, "I'm sorry for this. Why they want you to be with the muggles, i have no idea."
Placing a piece of parchment in the little hand of the boy, he tapped it and said "Portus" sending the boy to his new childhood home.
"Vernon!"
Patunia had just walked out of their perfect house of 4 Privit Drive. On the door step was a little boy, no more than a year old. She recognized him by his round face and dark hair.
"Its the Longbottom boy," she called to her husband.
"Leave him," Vernon shouted back. He wanted nothing to do with his sister in law's friends.
"We can't. I think he's... he's," she stared at the boy. His eyes were unfocused, and he seemed to be trying to reach out and feel in front of him. "He's... blind."
"Fine, bring him in, but he's staying in the cupboard."
Patunia picked up the small child who immediately began crying. she hated that noise. Why did babys have to cry, all they did was annoy parents and cause Dudley to cry. Patunia hated seeing Dudley cry. Dudley was her perfect son, he didn't deserve to be around this filth of a boy. she felt bad that he was blinded, but he wouldn't mean anything to her. She didn't care who he was, where he came from, or what he had done, he would never be anything more than a pain.