Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, all rights belong to J.K. Rowling (sadly -_-)

AN: This is my first HP fic, so please be nice and offer all the advice and ideas you got :) It will be appreciated!

The night the Dark Lord had been defeated by a small infant boy, named Harry James Potter, was celebrated all throughout the world by the magic community. Nobody really thought about where the small child would go now that he had such a famous name but everyone was sure it would be in the house of one of the greatest wizarding families he would find his new home. How very wrong all those people were was only witnessed by a very old man who stalked through the small town of Little Whinging towards Privet Drive. He was closely followed by an aristocratic looking tabby cat. Both were very sure that in the dead of the night everyone in the small town would be asleep and not notice a thing of the happenings that were about to befall them.

When both, the old man and the tabby cat reached number four of Privet Drive they stopped and the old man took out a small silver object which he then raised high above his head and clicked it once. All the lights from the street lamps came flying towards the object in his hand, only the one he stood underneath remained lightened. With a satisfied nod the man then turned to the cat and gave her a very disapproving look and a light chuckle. The cat straightened and in the blink of an eye were the tabby had been now was a tall middle aged woman with her black hair bound in a tight bun and glasses upon her nose. Her appearance made her look regal and wise and a lot older than she normally would look like.

"What are you doing Albus? Why give the boy to those horrible Muggles? I watched them for the last few days and let me tell you I wouldn't want any child of mine living with them. They are the most horrible and vain people I've ever seen."

"They are the only family he has left Minerva. I have no other choice."

"Every wizard in this world would gladly raise the boy who defeated You-Know-Who. I think there are plenty of options here old friend."

Albus Dumbledore sadly shook his head. "And what kind of a boy would they be raising? He would be as vain as those Muggles you complained so vehemently about. He would think of himself as a hero and would be even worse than his father and so called peers were when they were your students. Now tell me Minerva, do you really want such a boy to be our last hope?"

The cat turned woman sighed deeply and then slowly shook her head.

Before either parte could say anything else on the matter a low rumble was heard above the silent night that seemed to be getting louder. While Albus Dumbledore smiled and watched the sky attentively his companion Minerva McGonagall furrowed her brow in confusion and also looked up as if the dark night sky could give her all the answers she was looking for.

It didn't take long, maybe about ten seconds and there appeared a bright light next to all the stars. It was nearing at a fast pace and when the woman could finally make out what it was she was looking at she gasped loudly and ducked out of the way just in time for a flying motorcycle to land right in front of Privet Drive number four. On top of the bike was no other than Rubeus Hagrid, the Groundskeeper of Hogwarts and a good friend to both witch and wizard standing in front of him.

Climbing down from the bike the loud roar finally died down and the tall dark man patted his coat with a satisfied smile. "Slept all the way here the little man, Sir. The Muggles didn't notice a thing as we flew right over their heads although I think I might 've scared a few birds."

Albus let out a loud laugh and reached up to pat the tall man on his shoulder.

"I think the birds will forgive you Rebeus. Now the boy please. We have to give him to his family. And to soothe your nerves my dear Minerva I wrote a letter that will explain everything and make his life here fairly easy and hopefully just as happy."

The witch next to him again scowled slightly but didn't say anything for she knew how stubborn her old friend could be and there would be no change of heart in the last moment. He had decided the boy would live with his last and only relatives and didn't want to hear anything about how bad the environment probably was going to be for the boy.

Hagrid nodded sadly and reached under his big coat, placing a small bundle in the arms of his friend and the most powerful wizards of all times now that the Dark Lord was gone.

Inside the blankets was a small boy, not even one year of age with a mop of dark hair and bright green eyes that looked curiously up to the strange man holding him. A slight gurgle came out of his mouth when the man tickled his nose, then he was placed on the doormat to number four and a thick letter was placed under him. All three adults had teary smiles on their faces, everyone with different thoughts on the matter but none of them noticed the curious eyes of a small creature with big eyes and pointy ears peeking through the curtains of the house cattycorner to number four. The creature looked on as the small baby was left on the doormat alone and began to cry not short after the lights had returned to all the lamps and the motorcycle as well as the other two people wandering the street had vanished.

With a great sigh the small creature popped out of sight only to appear seconds later next to the small child. It began humming a lullaby and crouched down next to the baby to slowly rock it back to sleep. Only then was the creature able to see a scar on the forehead of the small child. It looked almost like a lightning bolt and was of a reddish color, indicating that it was a new one.

The creature had heard about what happened to the Potters but never in his life would he have dreamed that the Boy-Who-Lived, Harry James Potter, be a relative of the Dursley's. They were horrible people and only cared about themselves and their small son Dudley who turned one only a couple of weeks ago. It wouldn't be easy for a magical boy to fit into that perfect family. He would have to tell his Masters about what transpired in the night so that they could try to keep the boy save. Maybe their own small child could befriend the boy so that he wouldn't be as lonely as he was bound to be in the Dursley's home.

When the tiny boy was back asleep and the sun began peeking up above the horizon the small creature popped back into house number five of Privet Drive and went straight to the kitchen where he would begin making breakfast for his Masters. Mr. Blackstone worked at the ministry and had to be up every day bright and early for his job was at the Department of Mysteries and time was of very little importance to the matters dealt within the chambers of this Department.

When Mr. and Mrs. Blackstone awoke that morning it was to the whining of their baby girl laying in the cradle next to their bed and a loud squeal from none other than Petunia Dursley across the street. Normally squealing and Mrs. Dursley were nothing new to the inhabitants of Privet Drive but never had they heard it that early in the morning. Hoping that their loyal house elf Sunny would offer some input about the out of the norm squeal they both began to get ready for their day.

The story Mr. and Mrs. Blackstone got to hear that morning over their coffee was surely not what they had expected. Mrs. Blackstone cradled her special girl to her chest as she looked across the street to number four where nothing looked to be out of order and promised herself, that she would have a close eye on the small boy who overnight had become a new neighbor of theirs. She wouldn't let the Dursley's mistreat the little boy. There had been enough times when Mrs. Blackstone had been over to their house for tea and had heard Petunia ranting about her sister and her husband as if they were some vile creatures of the night. There was not even the slightest possibility she would be able to push the hatred for her sister away long enough to find a little love in her heart for the small boy who had been put under her care.

Six years later

Alex was bouncing up and down in her father's car, today would be her first day of school. It would only be a Muggle elementary school but she couldn't wait to learn all those new things her mother promised her they would be teaching to all the children. She was also pretty excited to meet the other children that were her age. Her mother had always told her how it was too dangerous for her to be out by herself and that she had to stay inside and play with her things there.

At first Alex had thought it was because of her magic that sometimes decided to act up but then one day she had heard her mother and father arguing if she should even attend Muggle schooling with her condition. Then she had known what her mother's worries were all about. It was because apparently she hadn't all the right parts a girl was supposed to have and her mother was scared of what could happen to her if anyone would find out.

Today though Alex wouldn't think about her differences. Today she would enjoy herself and maybe even make a friend. It surely would be a first for her.

The school her father pulled up in front wasn't very welcoming. It was an old gray block with huge windows that indicated it had once been used as a factory. There was no playground only dark concrete and a few trees in front of it. Alex was just about to make a comment about how horrid the school looked and that she surely wouldn't have fun learning there when she remembered that she was only allowed to go because her father believed it would do her some good. If she started complaining now it would only give her mother another reason to argue for her staying home and getting a private teacher. So instead she put a huge smile on her face thinking about all the other children she would get to meet and followed her parents inside the large building. The interior wasn't nearly as gruesome as she would have suspected from the outside. The tall windows made sure there was enough light getting in and the hallways were painted in a calm orange with pictures here and there. They were obviously drawn by children but that made the place just look even livelier.

Finally Alex and her parents found themselves in a massive auditorium that could equal that of a small theatre and took their seats between all the other parents, grandparents and their children. Next to Alex sat a small girl with hair such a bright shade of blonde it nearly looked white. She was half a head smaller than Alex and looked slightly scared. Alex gathered all her courage and laid her hand on the shoulder of the smaller girl. With a bright smile she said "I'm Alex and I'm sure this will be really great. There is no need to be afraid."

The girl smiled shyly at her but before she could reply her mother scoffed at her in a warning and the girl simply turned her head away and shrugged of Alex hand. She didn't know what she had done wrong but clearly the girl's mother didn't want her interacting with her child. She had to ask her mother later if that was a normal behavior or if the family had a disagreement with her parents or something.

The whole ceremony of diverting the children into two different classes was over fairly quickly and soon Alex found herself walking next to a big blonde boy with a self-confident sneer across his face. He introduced himself as Dudley and wouldn't shut up about how great he was and what his father would get him for getting into school. She was sure she didn't want him to be her friend but also didn't know if she could get rid of him that easily. At least not without ending up with a broken nose or something like that.

Once they entered the classroom assigned to them that problem seemingly solved itself. Their teacher smiled at them and told them to choose their seats now. Whomever they chose as a partner would stay that over the span of their first year.

Everyone tried to find their friends or in other cases the most likely ones to become a good friend over time. Alex who didn't know any of the other children soon found herself as one of the last ones still standing around, not knowing what to do. That was when she spied a small boy in the back of the class who sat all alone at one of the desks. He wore glasses that were fixed with tape in the middle and much too big clothes to be his own. Probably those of an elder sibling which meant that his family didn't have much money. He would be the best choice to make friends with decided Alex. He wouldn't care about her parents being a bit weird or how much money they had.

Without further thinking she rushed to the back of the class and fell down in the empty seat next to the boy who looked at her full of surprise and wonder. He probably had assumed he would stay alone with none of the other kids wanting anything to do with him.

Alex smiled brightly at him and held out her hand. "I'm Alexandra but everyone just calls me Alex. What's your name?"

"I…I'm Harry. It's nice to meet you Alex."

"We are gonna be best friends Harry! I just know it."

That finally made the boy next to her smile a little bit. Alex wanted to keep talking to him. To ask him about his family, about what he liked to do in his free time, where he lived and if he wanted to go swimming with her on the weekends. But before she had a chance to open her mouth again their teacher told them to quiet down and began explaining how school would work and what they were going to learn.

When the first day of school was over and Alex was sitting at the kitchen table, watching her mother make dinner, she couldn't help but wonder how Harry might be right now. It had only taken her three lessons to learn that Harry's parents had died in a horrible car accident when he was still little and that he was now living with his aunt and uncle as well as his cousin Dudley. Dudley seemed to hate him which became evident when he tried to steel Harry's lunch money because he couldn't buy enough with his own.

Alex had defended her new friend and begrudgingly Dudley had left them alone and got one of his new friends to lend him some money for food.

After school Alex had learnt, that Harry lived right across the street but that he wouldn't be allowed to have friends over because his aunt believed he didn't need or deserve friends. All those things the small boy had told her made her very angry at his relatives and she vowed that she would do her best to make her new best friend's life better. Now she only needed to find a way to convince her parents to work with her, maybe even Sunny could help. Once she got Harry to believe in anything magic and the good it could do he wouldn't be scared and scream when Sunny would pop into his room to deliver some much needed food or new clothes that actually fit or something like that.

With a dozen plans in her mind Alex got to bed that same night with a smile on her face. Not knowing that the small boy Harry across the street was lying with an equal smile painted on his lips in a cupboard beneath the stairs. Never before in his life had the little boy been that happy, not even his furious uncle when he learnt he didn't give his money to Dudley when he had still been hungry today and therefore sending Harry to bed without dinner or the new bunch of spiders that had invaded his small cupboard room under the stairs could dent his happiness. Alex was not like the other girls in the class but she also wasn't like one of the boys. She had such a wide imagination and stubbornness that made her unique in Harry's eyes. He just hoped she wouldn't soon get bored by him or get scared of Dudley and leave him alone like everybody else had done that day once they had learnt that Dudley was his cousin and couldn't stand him.

Please let me know what you think. *puppy eyes*