Chapter 1 At a school

Professor Dumbledore sat in his office going through paperwork. He had just finished signing a few papers and was feeling out an order of charm equipment when there was a knock on his door.

"Come in Professor McGonagall." Dumbledore said without looking up. With her lips pressed together and hair in a tight bun she looked just the same as she normally did. Just that her eyebrows was pinched as if something was wrong and that she was worried. "Did you know that this year little Harry will be eleven? His birthday is tomorrow I believe, how time fly's."

"That's what I wanted to talk to you about Headmaster." McGonagall shook her head when Dumbledore waved a hand to a chair offering her to sit down. "I've received answers to all the letters that were sent out and all muggleborns who had us professors explain in person has given their answers if they will come to Hogwarts or not. Except one, Harry Potter's letter didn't return."

"I will send someone to tell him tonight then." Dumbledore leaned back into his chair. "Does anyone look promising?"

"A few, one in particular a Ravenclaw most likely, Hermione Granger. I think she may have a photographic memory."

Before Dumbledore could reply there was a knock on the door.

"If that is all Headmaster?" With a nod from Dumbledore, McGonagall opened the door and let Madam Hooch in and closed the door but not before hearing the start of 'the school needed more brooms' speech again. With a sigh of tiredness she made her way back to her office to send at least a few more letters.

*TIME SKIP*

Rubeus Hagrid was very much looking forward to seeing little Harry. Couldn't wait to tell him about how he fit right into his hand when he was born. Hagrid took out a very rumpled piece of parchment from one of his many coat pockets and unfolded it again.

Hagrid,

I am pleased to inform you that Harry Potter is ready to get school supplies and I'm sure

he will be very pleased to meet you as well. Harry Potter lives at number four Privet Drive in Surry.

Have a safe journey and send an owl when he is collected.

Best Regards,

Headmaster Albus Dumbledore.

Looking up from the letter and seeing a brass number four Hagrid slipped the letter back into his coat pocket and knocked three times.

*TIME SKIP*

"Albus what seems to be the matter." McGonagall stated as Dumbledore kept glancing to the door and tapping his fingers.

"Oh nothing Minerva, nothing to worry about. I'm just waiting on Hagrid's letter telling me he has Harry and will be taking him to Diagon Alley." Dumbledore speared some greens onto a fork before taking a bite.

"Harry. Harry Potter? Albus a teacher should have went to take him instead. What if Mr. Potter has questions Hagrid can't.." McGonagall was cut off by a different professor with oily chin length black hair, dark eyes and fair skin.

"No doubt Mr. Potter will be just like any other Potter. I do not think we need to worry ourselves with the prospect that he will have any intellectual questions. Even for Hagrid."

"Come now Severus that's why we teach." Dumbledore jumped in as McGonagall looked ready to say something unprofessional. "Hagrid will answer all questions he can and if he cant then its up to his head of house. All will be fine."

No sooner than the words left his lips did Hagrid enter the Great Hall at a run. Doors sailed to the walls with a bang as Hagrid slowed his run breathing very heavily, he tried to speak but all that came out was indecipherable noises. McGonagall, Snape, and the Headmaster reached his side in moments.

"What is it? What happened?" McGonagall asked as she tried to keep the swaying half giant on his feet.

"Hagrid can you sit down. Where's Harry?" Dumbledore asked as he held onto the man that towered over them dangerously.

"Sit down now before you fall and tell us what's going on!" Snape yelled at him after his foot was stepped on. Hagrid sat and rubbed his face as his eyes began to water.

McGonagall brought a goblet to Hagrid's mouth after he had a chance to breathe. Snape was leaning against the Ravenclaw table looking sour as he kept weight off his foot.

"Hagrid, what happened?" Dumbledore calmly asked again as he looked slightly down at Hagrid with worry etched all over his face.

"Headmaster Dumbledore sir, little Harrys dead." That was it for Hagrid as he let out huge howls.

"Dead! Hagrid what do you mean dead!" McGonagall hurriedly exclaimed.

"Just that. I went to number four like the letter Professor Dumbledore gave me said and he's gone." Bawling into a spotted handkerchief the size of a tablecloth Hagrid only looked up when Professor Dumbledore shook his arm.

"Hagrid I need you to tell me everything from start to finish." Albus said with a stern voice. As Hagrid looked up into Dumbledore's face and began there was no twinkle to be found in his eyes.

*TIME SKIP*

Looking up from the letter and seeing the brass number four Hagrid slipped the letter back into his coat pocket and knocked three times.

"A man with short gray hair answered the door with a smile but as he seen it was a very large man with wild hair a look of confusion crossed his face before the smile appeared again.

"What can I do for you?" the muggle man asked as a woman walked up and stood just behind her husband.

"I'm looking to take Harry Potter to get his school supplies. You must be the Dursley's" Hagrid held his hand out to them with a smile of his own. The woman stepped forward but didn't take his outstretched hand.

"I'm sorry sir but the Dursley's moved a long time ago. To America I believe, after the death I wouldn't blame them for wanting to get away from the memories. Would you like to come in for some tea?" The elderly woman smiled kindly but Hagrid was already shaking his head.

"Do.. do you know who died?" Hagrid rang his hands together before running them through his wild tangles of hair.

"All we know," the man started with a glance at his wife "is that there was an accident and this place was put up a couple years after."

"There was also rumors. Not that I'm a gossip," the wife gave a pointed look at her dear husband "but I've heard that the male Dursley was driving drunk and well, that poor boy. It's just so sad really."

Before she could get into her tale Hagrid was already running to his motorbike and with a strong kick he was driving away.

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