Sounds of crackers was echoing in the sky, colourful lights were displayed and owls were seen flocking the sky. Every citizen of Magical Britain as well as many from around tge world were celebrating the demise of their living nightmare.
Most were puzzled that how can a mere fifteen months old child defeat the most feared dark lord in known wizarding history? How a dark wizard more terryfying than many others combined was turned to dust just by a mere baby? Nonetheless, only thing that mattered was that the dark lord was dead.
Albus Dumbledore was sitting in his office contemplating the same as general public which was a rare occurence as the wizened wizard had answers for nearly every question one can ask. The wizard in question had just got the news of his once bright student's demise and he was dreading what would happen if people became so carefree that they cannot fight if another evil like Voldemort or Voldemort himself returned? In his worry he took a drastic decision to land the 'boy-who-lived' Harry Potter with his magic hating relatives to make him a perfect weapon against Voldemort. With a prophecy hanging on the boy's head, he needed to be toughened. That was when his prize wand which he confiscated from his old friend turned enemy Gellert also known as the Elder Wand, the death stick and tge wand of destiny suddenly burned his hands and he dropped it with a yelp. Suddenly, a white mist floated out of the tip of the wand which did not take a shape but danced around the room and then descended out of the windows, leaving the wizard completely stunned.
Meanwhile, a similar occurance was happening in the Headmaster's quarters where a simple looking silvery cloak was floating in air from a few minutes all the while puffing out silver smoke. Soon, the cloak in question fell to the ground and again the silvery mist was seen coming out of a window.
Little Hangleton was a small countryside village in England which rarely came in any controverysy. The community of this village was very closely knitted and stood witg each other in all odds and ends. 50 years ago, the condition was different. Two familes in the village were highly unsocial, The Riddles were a noble family which lived in the village from many generations and considered everyone below themselves and were murdered a few decades ago and their murder case was never solved.
The Gaunts were polar opposites of Riddles, highly unsocial with inflated ego but little to no money. They lived in a shack on the outskirts of the village. They were notorius for their behaviour. Unlike the Riddles who were indifferent to others, The Gaunt patriarch and his son were hurtful in their behaviour. One day, their daughter disappeared and the police arrested them. They have not been seen since. One thing that every villager alive from that time remenbered about the Gaunt patriarch was a beautiful ring which always sat on his finger. The ring was beautiful in an exotic way with a black stone at the centre and surrounded by emeralds with a green band. The ring always had an attraction to it.
That night, a black smoke came out from the ring with an ear piercing shriek. The whole village was awoken from the noise. Everyone was wondering what happened but never knew. Followed by the smoke, a silvery mist was released out of the ring and headed for the sky.
Miles away from both places, in a village called Godric's Hollow, in a small cottage, all the three mists went into the chest of a fifteen months old child who started crying his lungs out of hurt caused due to massive boost of energy. The said child was soon taken away by an intimidating man and handed over to a white bearded man.
Albus Dumbledore had long thought that he will die with the Elder wand in his hand but the wand suddenly seemed to treat his as unworthy and was sitting in his quarters. He proceeded to apparate to the street called Privet Drive where The-Boy Who-Lived's aunt resided to deliever the said boy to her. As he landed in Privet Drive, he was assaulted with the familiar sound of his Deputy.
"Albus! Am I listening the truth? Is he really dead?"
"Yes Minerva, he is but not completely." Albus replied.
Minerva seemed to understand his 'not completely' reference as she started tearing,"And James and Lily?" She somehow could not believe her favourite students' deaths.
"Yes Minerva," was Dumbledore's short reply as Hagrid landed with Harry on a flying bike. He did not ask Hagrid about it assuming it was not of thievery.
The old wizard then embraced the took the boy in his hands and was amazed to see the rune on his forehead in the shape of a lightning bolt scar. He walked up to the front door of Petunia's house and kept the boy on the ground in a basket. Sensing the power in the boy he knew that he will have high accidental magic so he placed magic weaking wards in the street and apparated back to his office in Hogwarts with a crying Minerva and brawling Hagrid.