Chapter 1
What if...? There are infinite "what ifs" in the world of Harry Potter. What if Voldemort decided to come after Harry over the summer? What if Voldemort attacked the castle? But the most important what if of all doesn't even apply to the future. No, the most important what if applies to the past. What if Harry hadn't been sent to live with the Dursleys? What if he had grown up knowing all about Hogwarts? What would life be like then...?
A/N: I had as many ideas for this story as there are what ifs. Each idea braches into another story line. Since I would like to do them all, I will be doing this in the form of a 'Choose Your Own Adventure' story. You will make a choice at the end of each chapter, and that choice will tell you which chapter to go to.
***
Dumbledore sat down on the wall outside Number 4 Privet Drive. Professor McGonagall turned to him.
"Where is he?" she asked, eyeing Dumbledore as though expecting him to pull Harry Potter, the boy who lived, out of his cloak.
"Hagrid is bringing him."
"You think it wise to entrust Hagrid with something like this," McGonagall said.
"My dear Professor, I would trust Hagrid with my life." Just then the roar of a motorcycle filled the night air. Hagrid appeared out of nowhere, astride a huge motorbike.
"You have him, Hagrid," Dumbledore asked.
"Yeah, I got him righ' here Professor," Hagrid said, producing a large bundle of blankets. Nothing moved on the still street.
"He's awfully quite, Hagrid," Professor McGonagall said.
"I think he fell asleep, Professors," Hagrid said. He pulled back the top of the bundle he was holding.
There was nothing there.
***
Lucius Malfoy was out in the cold, desolate streets. He was simply walking, trying to clear his head. He had heard so many rumors that day. But they all pointed to the same thing. James Potter was dead. Lucius didn't care very much for the Muggle born that James had married, but he and James had been good friends before they went to Hogwarts. Before James went to Gryffindor and Lucius to Slytherin. That was all that had separated them, all that had ended their friendship. Just then the roar of a motorcycle filled the air. Lucius looked up, but saw nothing. 'Probably just those muggle motorbikes that stay on the ground' he thought to himself.
Then a cry filled the air, a baby's cry, and Lucius saw it. A bundle of blankets was falling though the air. He drew out his wand in one motion, acting on pure instinct, and without thinking preformed the charm that would slow the fall. He walked over and picked up the bundle. He lifted the blanket that covered the baby. Inside was a boy. He couldn't have been more than a year old. But there was no mistaking that hair. This was James's son. Lucius gathered the bundle in his arms and hurried home.
***
"Narcissa!" Lucius cried his wife's name as he stepped into his house. Narcissa Malfoy appeared at the top of the stairs.
"Please Lucius, keep your voice down, I've just put Draco to sleep. You don't want to wake him do you?"
"Narcissa, we have more pressing problems," Lucius said, showing her the bundle. Narcissa let out a soft scream. "Is that, James's son?"
"Could he be anyone else's," Lucius said.
"But then?"
"Yes the rumors have to be true. James is dead. But he survived," Lucius said, gesturing to the small boy in his arms, "This is Harry Potter, the boy who lived." Just then Harry began to cry loudly.
"Shh, shh, don't cry," Narcissa, cooed, taking the baby from her husband, "I'll go and make a bottle for him. He must be scared to death," she said to Lucius.
Half an hour later Lucius and Narcissa had Harry in one of the spare bedrooms. Then they sat down to talk.
"What do we do with him?" Narcissa asked.
"I will go to see Dumbledore tomorrow, and we will work things out," Lucius said.
***
The next morning Lucius woke up and followed his regular schedule. He walked
downstairs, poured himself a cup of coffee, and sat down to watch the news. The reporter came on and was speaking swiftly.
"Meanwhile the whole magical community has been looking since last night for Harry Potter, or the Boy Who Lived as people are now calling him. He reportedly fell off of the motorcycle driven by Rubeus Hagrid, who was taking him to his muggle family on orders of Dumbledore. If anyone has any information it is asked that you contact either the Ministry of Magic or Dumbledore."
"Well that settles it," Lucius said.
"Settles what?" Narcissa had just appeared downstairs, carrying both boys.
"I have to go to Dumbledore," Lucius said, grabbing his traveling cloak and heading for the door, "Just take care of them both."
***
Dumbledore sat in his office. He had never thought Hagrid would fail. He was so sure. Just then there was a knock on his office door.
"Come in," Dumbledore said, "Ahh, Lucius, I expect there is a reason for this visit."
"I have him, Dumbledore, I found him last night," Lucius said. He didn't even have to say who he had found.
"Thank goodness, Lucius, where is he."
"At home, Narcissa has him. Dumbledore, you can't send him to muggles. They will never understand him," Lucius pleaded.
"They are the only family he has left now, Lucius."
"But he will be famous, everyone in our world will know his name," Lucius said, trying to persuade Dumbledore.
"Exactly, can't you see how much better he would be, growing up away from all that until he is ready to take it."
"But how can he understand it if he doesn't grow up with it."
"Lucius, he will understand it fine. After all, he is James's son."
"Would James have wanted his son to go to muggles, Dumbledore," Lucius said, "No, he would have wanted his son to grow up with all of it. Quidditch, potion making, spells. And friends of his own kind. He won't get any of that with muggles, family or not." Dumbledore sat thoughtfully. Then he gave his word...
**What do you think?
If you think Harry should stay with the Malfoys, please go to chapter 2
If you think that Harry should go his Aunt and Uncle, please go to chapter 4(don't worry, this won't be a repeat of book one)
What if...? There are infinite "what ifs" in the world of Harry Potter. What if Voldemort decided to come after Harry over the summer? What if Voldemort attacked the castle? But the most important what if of all doesn't even apply to the future. No, the most important what if applies to the past. What if Harry hadn't been sent to live with the Dursleys? What if he had grown up knowing all about Hogwarts? What would life be like then...?
A/N: I had as many ideas for this story as there are what ifs. Each idea braches into another story line. Since I would like to do them all, I will be doing this in the form of a 'Choose Your Own Adventure' story. You will make a choice at the end of each chapter, and that choice will tell you which chapter to go to.
***
Dumbledore sat down on the wall outside Number 4 Privet Drive. Professor McGonagall turned to him.
"Where is he?" she asked, eyeing Dumbledore as though expecting him to pull Harry Potter, the boy who lived, out of his cloak.
"Hagrid is bringing him."
"You think it wise to entrust Hagrid with something like this," McGonagall said.
"My dear Professor, I would trust Hagrid with my life." Just then the roar of a motorcycle filled the night air. Hagrid appeared out of nowhere, astride a huge motorbike.
"You have him, Hagrid," Dumbledore asked.
"Yeah, I got him righ' here Professor," Hagrid said, producing a large bundle of blankets. Nothing moved on the still street.
"He's awfully quite, Hagrid," Professor McGonagall said.
"I think he fell asleep, Professors," Hagrid said. He pulled back the top of the bundle he was holding.
There was nothing there.
***
Lucius Malfoy was out in the cold, desolate streets. He was simply walking, trying to clear his head. He had heard so many rumors that day. But they all pointed to the same thing. James Potter was dead. Lucius didn't care very much for the Muggle born that James had married, but he and James had been good friends before they went to Hogwarts. Before James went to Gryffindor and Lucius to Slytherin. That was all that had separated them, all that had ended their friendship. Just then the roar of a motorcycle filled the air. Lucius looked up, but saw nothing. 'Probably just those muggle motorbikes that stay on the ground' he thought to himself.
Then a cry filled the air, a baby's cry, and Lucius saw it. A bundle of blankets was falling though the air. He drew out his wand in one motion, acting on pure instinct, and without thinking preformed the charm that would slow the fall. He walked over and picked up the bundle. He lifted the blanket that covered the baby. Inside was a boy. He couldn't have been more than a year old. But there was no mistaking that hair. This was James's son. Lucius gathered the bundle in his arms and hurried home.
***
"Narcissa!" Lucius cried his wife's name as he stepped into his house. Narcissa Malfoy appeared at the top of the stairs.
"Please Lucius, keep your voice down, I've just put Draco to sleep. You don't want to wake him do you?"
"Narcissa, we have more pressing problems," Lucius said, showing her the bundle. Narcissa let out a soft scream. "Is that, James's son?"
"Could he be anyone else's," Lucius said.
"But then?"
"Yes the rumors have to be true. James is dead. But he survived," Lucius said, gesturing to the small boy in his arms, "This is Harry Potter, the boy who lived." Just then Harry began to cry loudly.
"Shh, shh, don't cry," Narcissa, cooed, taking the baby from her husband, "I'll go and make a bottle for him. He must be scared to death," she said to Lucius.
Half an hour later Lucius and Narcissa had Harry in one of the spare bedrooms. Then they sat down to talk.
"What do we do with him?" Narcissa asked.
"I will go to see Dumbledore tomorrow, and we will work things out," Lucius said.
***
The next morning Lucius woke up and followed his regular schedule. He walked
downstairs, poured himself a cup of coffee, and sat down to watch the news. The reporter came on and was speaking swiftly.
"Meanwhile the whole magical community has been looking since last night for Harry Potter, or the Boy Who Lived as people are now calling him. He reportedly fell off of the motorcycle driven by Rubeus Hagrid, who was taking him to his muggle family on orders of Dumbledore. If anyone has any information it is asked that you contact either the Ministry of Magic or Dumbledore."
"Well that settles it," Lucius said.
"Settles what?" Narcissa had just appeared downstairs, carrying both boys.
"I have to go to Dumbledore," Lucius said, grabbing his traveling cloak and heading for the door, "Just take care of them both."
***
Dumbledore sat in his office. He had never thought Hagrid would fail. He was so sure. Just then there was a knock on his office door.
"Come in," Dumbledore said, "Ahh, Lucius, I expect there is a reason for this visit."
"I have him, Dumbledore, I found him last night," Lucius said. He didn't even have to say who he had found.
"Thank goodness, Lucius, where is he."
"At home, Narcissa has him. Dumbledore, you can't send him to muggles. They will never understand him," Lucius pleaded.
"They are the only family he has left now, Lucius."
"But he will be famous, everyone in our world will know his name," Lucius said, trying to persuade Dumbledore.
"Exactly, can't you see how much better he would be, growing up away from all that until he is ready to take it."
"But how can he understand it if he doesn't grow up with it."
"Lucius, he will understand it fine. After all, he is James's son."
"Would James have wanted his son to go to muggles, Dumbledore," Lucius said, "No, he would have wanted his son to grow up with all of it. Quidditch, potion making, spells. And friends of his own kind. He won't get any of that with muggles, family or not." Dumbledore sat thoughtfully. Then he gave his word...
**What do you think?
If you think Harry should stay with the Malfoys, please go to chapter 2
If you think that Harry should go his Aunt and Uncle, please go to chapter 4(don't worry, this won't be a repeat of book one)
