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Chapter One: The Change
Hagrid arrived at Godric's Hollow and walked up to the Potter's house that was now just a pile of rubble. He could hear baby Harry crying somewhere from the rubble. Following the cries he found baby Harry, moving Lily's dead body, he picked up the bundle of blankets, as he moved away from the house he heard the roar of an engine coming closer. Spinning around Hagrid saw a bright light in the sky heading straight for where he was standing. There was a thump, as a motorbike landed not that far from Hagrid. A dark haired man wearing motorbike leathers climbed off the bike.
"Hagrid." Said the man. Hagrid recognized the voice.
"Sirius what are you doing 'ere?"
"I just found out what Peter was up to and rushed here as fast as I could." Said Sirius, surveying what was left of the Potter's house. "Any survivors?"
"One." Said Hagrid. "Little 'arry 'ere he survived."
"Where is Dumbledore? I need to speak with him." Said Sirius seriously.
"I'm taking little 'arry 'ere to him now. Dumbledore wants 'im to go to 'is Muggle Aunt and Uncle." Said Hagrid proudly.
"What? I'll give you a lift." Said Sirius. "Okay." They clambered onto the motorbike and took to the skies.
"Can I drive?" begged Hagrid as they drove over the towns.
"On the way back." Said Sirius with a small smile.
A man appeared on the corner of Privet Drive, he appeared so suddenly and silently you'd have thought he'd just popped out of the ground. Nothing like this man had ever been seen in Privet Drive before. He was tall, thin and very old, judging by the silver of his hair and beard, which were both long enough to tuck into his belt. He was wearing long robes, a purple cloak which swept the ground and high-heeled, buckled boots. His blue eyes were light, bright and sparkling behind half moon spectacles and his nose was very long and crooked, as though it had been broken at least twice.
This man's name was Albus Dumbledore.
Albus Dumbledore didn't seem to realize that he had just arrived on a street where everything from his name to his boots was unwelcome. But he did seem to realize he was being watched, because he looked up suddenly and spotted a cat sitting on the garden wall of number 4, which was staring at him from the other end of the street. For some reason, the sight of the cat seemed to amuse him. He chuckled and muttered, "I should have known."
He had found what he was looking for in his inside pocket. It seemed to be a silver cigarette lighter. He flicked it open, held it up in the air and clicked it. The nearest street lamp went out with a little pop.
He clicked it again the next lamp flickered into darkness. Twelve times he clicked the Put Outer, until the only lights left in the whole street were two tiny pinpricks in the distance, which were the eyes of the cat watching him. If anyone looked out of their window now, even beady-eyed Mrs. Dursley, they wouldn't be able to see anything that was happening down on the pavement. Dumbledore slipped the Put-Outer back inside his cloak and set off down the street towards number four, where he sat down on the wall next to the cat. He didn't look at it, but after a moment he spoke to it.
"Fancy seeing you here, Professor McGonagall."
He turned to smile at the tabby, but it had gone. Instead he was smiling at a rather sever looking woman who was wearing square glasses exactly the shape of the markings the cat had had around its eyes. She, too, was wearing a cloak, an emerald one.
Her black hair was drawn into a tight bun. She looked distinctly ruffled.
"My dear Professor, I've never seen a cat sit so stiffly."
"You'd be stiff if you'd been sitting on a brick wall all day," said Professor McGonagall.
"All day? When you could have been celebrating? I must have passed a dozen feasts and parties on my way here."
Professor McGonagall sniffed angrily.
"Oh yes, everyone's celebrating, all right," she said impatiently. "You'd think they'd be a bit more careful, but no even the Muggles have noticed something's going on. It was on their news." She jerked her head back at the Dursley's dark living room window. "I heard it. Flocks of owl's, shooting stars. Well, they're not completely stupid. They were bound to notice something. Shooting stars down in Kent I'll be that was Dedalus Diggle.
He never had much sense."
"You can't blame them," said Dumbledore gently. "We've had precious little to celebrate for eleven years."
"I know that," said Professor McGonagall irritably. "But that's no reason to lose our heads. People are being to be downright careless, out on the streets in broad daylight, not even dressed in Muggle clothes, swapping rumours."
She threw a sharp, sideways glance at Dumbledore here, as though hoping he was going to tell her something, but he didn't, so she went on. "A fine thing it would be if, on the very day You-Know-Who seems to have disappeared at last, the Muggles found out about as all. I suppose he really has gone, Dumbledore?"
"It certainly seems so," said Dumbledore. "We have much to be thankful for. Would you care for a lemon drop?"
"A what?"
"A lemon drop. They're a kind of Muggle sweet I'm rather fond of."
"No, thank you," said Professor McGonagall coldly, as though she didn't think this was the moment for lemon drops. "As I say, even if You-Know-Who has gone"
"My dear Professor, surely a sensible person like yourself can call him by his name? All this "You-Know-Who" nonsense for eleven years I have been trying to persuade people to call him by his proper name: Voldemort."
Professor McGonagall flinched, but Dumbledore, who was unsticking two lemons drops, seemed not to notice. "It all gets so confusing if we keep saying "You-Know-Who". I have never seen any reason to be frightened of saying Voldemort's name."
"I know you haven't," said Professor McGonagall, sounding half exasperated, half admiring. "But you're different. Everyone knows you're the only one You-Know- oh, all right, Voldemort, was frightened of."
"You flatter me," said Dumbledore calmly. "Voldemort had powers I will never have."
"Only because you're too well noble to use them."
"It's lucky it's dark. I haven't blushed so much since Madam Pomfrey told me she liked my new earmuffs."
Professor McGonagall shot a sharp look at Dumbledore and said, "The owls are nothing to the rumours that are flying around. You know what everyone's saying? About why he's disappeared? About what finally stopped him?"
It seemed that Professor McGonagall had reached the point she was most anxious to discuss, the real reason she had been waiting on a cold hard wall all day, for neither as a cat nor as a woman had she fixed Dumbledore with such a piercing stare as she had now. It was plain that whatever "everyone" was saying, she was not going to believe it until Dumbledore told her it was true. Dumbledore, however, was choosing another lemon drop and did not answer.
"What they're saying," she pressed on, "is that last night Voldemort turned up in Godric's Hollow. He went to find the Potters. The rumour is that Lily and James Potter are-are-that they're–dead."
Dumbledore bowed his head. Professor McGonagall gasped.
"Lily and James I can't believe it I didn't want to believe it Oh, Albus "
Dumbledore reached out and patted her on the shoulder. "I know I know " he said heavily.
Professor McGonagall's voice trembled as she went on. "That's not all. They're saying he tried to kill the Potters' son, Harry. But-he couldn't. He couldn't kill that little boy. No one knows why, or how, but they're saying that when he couldn't kill Harry Potter, Voldemort's power somehow broke-and that's why he's gone."
Dumbledore nodded glumly.
"Its, its true?" faltered Professor McGonagall. "After all he's done all the people he's killed...he couldn't kill a little boy? It's just astounding of all the things to stop him but how in the name of heaven did Harry survive?"
"We can only guess," said Dumbledore. "We may never know."
Professor McGonagall pulled out a lace handkerchief and dabbed at her eyes beneath her spectacles. Dumbledore gave a great sniff as he took a golden watch from his pocket and examined it. It was a very odd watch. It had twelve hands but no numbers; instead, little planets were moving around the edge.
It must have made sense to Dumbledore, though, because he put it back in his pocket and said, "Hagrid's late. I suppose it was he who told you I'd be here, by the way?"
"Yes," said Professor McGonagall. "And I don't suppose you're going to tell me why you're here, of all places?"
"I've come to bring Harry to his aunt and uncle. They're the only family he has left now."
"You don't mean - you can't mean the people who live here?" cried Professor McGonagall, jumping to her feet and pointing at number four. "Dumbledore you can't. I've been watching them all day. You couldn't find two people who are less like us. And they've got this son I saw him kicking his mother all the way up the street, screaming for sweets. Harry Potter come and live here!"
"It's the best place for him," said Dumbledore firmly. "His aunt and uncle will be able to explain everything to him when he's older. I've written them a letter."
"A letter?" repeated Professor McGonagall faintly, sitting back down on the wall.
"Really, Dumbledore, you think you can explain all this in a letter? These people will never understand Harry! He'll be famous a legend I wouldn't be surprised if today was known as Harry Potter day in the future there will be books written about Harry every child in our world will know his name!"
"Exactly," said Dumbledore, looking very seriously over the top of his half moon glasses. "It would be enough to turn any boy's head. Famous before he can walk and talk! Famous for something he won't even remember! Can't you see how much better off he'll be, growing up away from all that until he's ready to take it?"
Professor McGonagall opened her mouth, changed her mind, swallowed and then said, "Yes, yes, you're right, of course. But how is the boy getting here, Dumbledore?" She eyed his cloak suddenly as though she thought he might be hiding Harry underneath it.
"Hagrid's bringing him."
"You think it wise to trust Hagrid with something as important as this?"
"I would trust Hagrid with my life," said Dumbledore.
"I'm not saying his heart isn't in the right place," said Professor McGonagall grudgingly, "but you can't pretend he's not careless. He does tend to... what was that?"
A low grumbling could be heard. Dumbledore and McGonagall looked up to see the motorbike approaching. It landed with a thump in front of them.
"Hagrid," said McGonagall. "Sirius." She said with a look of surprise plastered on her face. "What are you doing here?" she said to Sirius as they unseated themselves off the motorbike.
"I would like to know what you are doing here too?" said Dumbledore looking over the top of his half moon glasses and a small smile on his face.
"Well, sir, I arrived at the Potter's house to stop Peter." Said Sirius. "But I was too late Hagrid was there and the house a mass of rubble around him."
"Stop Peter?" exclaimed McGonagall with a look of disbelieve. "Well, you see, I convinced James and Lily at the last moment to make Peter their secret keeper, because I was too much of an obvious choice and Voldemort would have found me easier. I arranged to check on Peter to make sure he was still safe. But when I got to his hiding place he had gone. Yet there was no signs of a struggle, nothing to suggest a kidnap, it didn't feel right. So I headed straight to the Potter's. When I got there Hagrid was there and I knew Peter had ratted them out." Said Sirius, he looked at Dumbledore.
"Can you confirm this?" asked Dumbledore with seriousness in his voice.
"I will take veritaserum in front of the Ministry. I'll find Peter." Said Sirius.
"No we will leave Peter for the professionals. Why did you come here tonight, we could have dealt with this tomorrow." Said Dumbledore.
"I'm Harry's godfather, if anything had happened to Lily and James I was suppose to take him. Not his Aunt and Uncle." Said Sirius.
"But Harry needs protection, and with Mrs. Dursley having the same blood as her sister, he has better protection." Said Dumbledore.
"Is that better then someone who would love him as their own. Who would die for him? Who can protect him with magic." Said Sirius with conviction. Dumbledore hesitated for a long period. McGonagall's eyes passed between them, like watching a tennis game. She believed that Sirius was the better option but Dumbledore had the choice not her or Sirius.
"If I say yes you have to go to the ministry with me tomorrow. Tell them everything that happened. And Harry will stay at Hogwarts until the Ministry works through Lily and James death, and you fix up Grimwauld Place." Said Dumbledore.
"Agreed." Said Sirius with a smile. McGonagall sighed with relieve. Harry wouldn't be living with those horrible Muggles. Hagrid smiled through his tears of joy.
"Well that's settled then, Sirius you drop Hagrid off and head to Grimwauld Place. I'll take Harry to Hogwarts and I'll meet you there Minerva. I'll see you Sirius tomorrow 9:00 at the Ministry, and don't be late." Said Dumbledore.
"I'll be there." Said Sirius as he hopped on the motorbike, Hagrid cleared his throat.
"Remember you said I could drive home." Said Hagrid with a smile.
"Oh yeah." Said Sirius and he got off to let Hagrid clamber on and then he climbed on back. "I'll see you tomorrow Professor." Hagrid kicked the motor to life and they drove off into the settled night. Dumbledore looked at baby Harry.
"Well I think it's time to go, don't you Minerva." He turned and saw the tabby cat slink around the corner. He walked to the corner, got the Put- Outer and returned the lights and with a swish off his cloak he disappeared as unexpectedly as he had appeared.
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Chapter One: The Change
Hagrid arrived at Godric's Hollow and walked up to the Potter's house that was now just a pile of rubble. He could hear baby Harry crying somewhere from the rubble. Following the cries he found baby Harry, moving Lily's dead body, he picked up the bundle of blankets, as he moved away from the house he heard the roar of an engine coming closer. Spinning around Hagrid saw a bright light in the sky heading straight for where he was standing. There was a thump, as a motorbike landed not that far from Hagrid. A dark haired man wearing motorbike leathers climbed off the bike.
"Hagrid." Said the man. Hagrid recognized the voice.
"Sirius what are you doing 'ere?"
"I just found out what Peter was up to and rushed here as fast as I could." Said Sirius, surveying what was left of the Potter's house. "Any survivors?"
"One." Said Hagrid. "Little 'arry 'ere he survived."
"Where is Dumbledore? I need to speak with him." Said Sirius seriously.
"I'm taking little 'arry 'ere to him now. Dumbledore wants 'im to go to 'is Muggle Aunt and Uncle." Said Hagrid proudly.
"What? I'll give you a lift." Said Sirius. "Okay." They clambered onto the motorbike and took to the skies.
"Can I drive?" begged Hagrid as they drove over the towns.
"On the way back." Said Sirius with a small smile.
A man appeared on the corner of Privet Drive, he appeared so suddenly and silently you'd have thought he'd just popped out of the ground. Nothing like this man had ever been seen in Privet Drive before. He was tall, thin and very old, judging by the silver of his hair and beard, which were both long enough to tuck into his belt. He was wearing long robes, a purple cloak which swept the ground and high-heeled, buckled boots. His blue eyes were light, bright and sparkling behind half moon spectacles and his nose was very long and crooked, as though it had been broken at least twice.
This man's name was Albus Dumbledore.
Albus Dumbledore didn't seem to realize that he had just arrived on a street where everything from his name to his boots was unwelcome. But he did seem to realize he was being watched, because he looked up suddenly and spotted a cat sitting on the garden wall of number 4, which was staring at him from the other end of the street. For some reason, the sight of the cat seemed to amuse him. He chuckled and muttered, "I should have known."
He had found what he was looking for in his inside pocket. It seemed to be a silver cigarette lighter. He flicked it open, held it up in the air and clicked it. The nearest street lamp went out with a little pop.
He clicked it again the next lamp flickered into darkness. Twelve times he clicked the Put Outer, until the only lights left in the whole street were two tiny pinpricks in the distance, which were the eyes of the cat watching him. If anyone looked out of their window now, even beady-eyed Mrs. Dursley, they wouldn't be able to see anything that was happening down on the pavement. Dumbledore slipped the Put-Outer back inside his cloak and set off down the street towards number four, where he sat down on the wall next to the cat. He didn't look at it, but after a moment he spoke to it.
"Fancy seeing you here, Professor McGonagall."
He turned to smile at the tabby, but it had gone. Instead he was smiling at a rather sever looking woman who was wearing square glasses exactly the shape of the markings the cat had had around its eyes. She, too, was wearing a cloak, an emerald one.
Her black hair was drawn into a tight bun. She looked distinctly ruffled.
"My dear Professor, I've never seen a cat sit so stiffly."
"You'd be stiff if you'd been sitting on a brick wall all day," said Professor McGonagall.
"All day? When you could have been celebrating? I must have passed a dozen feasts and parties on my way here."
Professor McGonagall sniffed angrily.
"Oh yes, everyone's celebrating, all right," she said impatiently. "You'd think they'd be a bit more careful, but no even the Muggles have noticed something's going on. It was on their news." She jerked her head back at the Dursley's dark living room window. "I heard it. Flocks of owl's, shooting stars. Well, they're not completely stupid. They were bound to notice something. Shooting stars down in Kent I'll be that was Dedalus Diggle.
He never had much sense."
"You can't blame them," said Dumbledore gently. "We've had precious little to celebrate for eleven years."
"I know that," said Professor McGonagall irritably. "But that's no reason to lose our heads. People are being to be downright careless, out on the streets in broad daylight, not even dressed in Muggle clothes, swapping rumours."
She threw a sharp, sideways glance at Dumbledore here, as though hoping he was going to tell her something, but he didn't, so she went on. "A fine thing it would be if, on the very day You-Know-Who seems to have disappeared at last, the Muggles found out about as all. I suppose he really has gone, Dumbledore?"
"It certainly seems so," said Dumbledore. "We have much to be thankful for. Would you care for a lemon drop?"
"A what?"
"A lemon drop. They're a kind of Muggle sweet I'm rather fond of."
"No, thank you," said Professor McGonagall coldly, as though she didn't think this was the moment for lemon drops. "As I say, even if You-Know-Who has gone"
"My dear Professor, surely a sensible person like yourself can call him by his name? All this "You-Know-Who" nonsense for eleven years I have been trying to persuade people to call him by his proper name: Voldemort."
Professor McGonagall flinched, but Dumbledore, who was unsticking two lemons drops, seemed not to notice. "It all gets so confusing if we keep saying "You-Know-Who". I have never seen any reason to be frightened of saying Voldemort's name."
"I know you haven't," said Professor McGonagall, sounding half exasperated, half admiring. "But you're different. Everyone knows you're the only one You-Know- oh, all right, Voldemort, was frightened of."
"You flatter me," said Dumbledore calmly. "Voldemort had powers I will never have."
"Only because you're too well noble to use them."
"It's lucky it's dark. I haven't blushed so much since Madam Pomfrey told me she liked my new earmuffs."
Professor McGonagall shot a sharp look at Dumbledore and said, "The owls are nothing to the rumours that are flying around. You know what everyone's saying? About why he's disappeared? About what finally stopped him?"
It seemed that Professor McGonagall had reached the point she was most anxious to discuss, the real reason she had been waiting on a cold hard wall all day, for neither as a cat nor as a woman had she fixed Dumbledore with such a piercing stare as she had now. It was plain that whatever "everyone" was saying, she was not going to believe it until Dumbledore told her it was true. Dumbledore, however, was choosing another lemon drop and did not answer.
"What they're saying," she pressed on, "is that last night Voldemort turned up in Godric's Hollow. He went to find the Potters. The rumour is that Lily and James Potter are-are-that they're–dead."
Dumbledore bowed his head. Professor McGonagall gasped.
"Lily and James I can't believe it I didn't want to believe it Oh, Albus "
Dumbledore reached out and patted her on the shoulder. "I know I know " he said heavily.
Professor McGonagall's voice trembled as she went on. "That's not all. They're saying he tried to kill the Potters' son, Harry. But-he couldn't. He couldn't kill that little boy. No one knows why, or how, but they're saying that when he couldn't kill Harry Potter, Voldemort's power somehow broke-and that's why he's gone."
Dumbledore nodded glumly.
"Its, its true?" faltered Professor McGonagall. "After all he's done all the people he's killed...he couldn't kill a little boy? It's just astounding of all the things to stop him but how in the name of heaven did Harry survive?"
"We can only guess," said Dumbledore. "We may never know."
Professor McGonagall pulled out a lace handkerchief and dabbed at her eyes beneath her spectacles. Dumbledore gave a great sniff as he took a golden watch from his pocket and examined it. It was a very odd watch. It had twelve hands but no numbers; instead, little planets were moving around the edge.
It must have made sense to Dumbledore, though, because he put it back in his pocket and said, "Hagrid's late. I suppose it was he who told you I'd be here, by the way?"
"Yes," said Professor McGonagall. "And I don't suppose you're going to tell me why you're here, of all places?"
"I've come to bring Harry to his aunt and uncle. They're the only family he has left now."
"You don't mean - you can't mean the people who live here?" cried Professor McGonagall, jumping to her feet and pointing at number four. "Dumbledore you can't. I've been watching them all day. You couldn't find two people who are less like us. And they've got this son I saw him kicking his mother all the way up the street, screaming for sweets. Harry Potter come and live here!"
"It's the best place for him," said Dumbledore firmly. "His aunt and uncle will be able to explain everything to him when he's older. I've written them a letter."
"A letter?" repeated Professor McGonagall faintly, sitting back down on the wall.
"Really, Dumbledore, you think you can explain all this in a letter? These people will never understand Harry! He'll be famous a legend I wouldn't be surprised if today was known as Harry Potter day in the future there will be books written about Harry every child in our world will know his name!"
"Exactly," said Dumbledore, looking very seriously over the top of his half moon glasses. "It would be enough to turn any boy's head. Famous before he can walk and talk! Famous for something he won't even remember! Can't you see how much better off he'll be, growing up away from all that until he's ready to take it?"
Professor McGonagall opened her mouth, changed her mind, swallowed and then said, "Yes, yes, you're right, of course. But how is the boy getting here, Dumbledore?" She eyed his cloak suddenly as though she thought he might be hiding Harry underneath it.
"Hagrid's bringing him."
"You think it wise to trust Hagrid with something as important as this?"
"I would trust Hagrid with my life," said Dumbledore.
"I'm not saying his heart isn't in the right place," said Professor McGonagall grudgingly, "but you can't pretend he's not careless. He does tend to... what was that?"
A low grumbling could be heard. Dumbledore and McGonagall looked up to see the motorbike approaching. It landed with a thump in front of them.
"Hagrid," said McGonagall. "Sirius." She said with a look of surprise plastered on her face. "What are you doing here?" she said to Sirius as they unseated themselves off the motorbike.
"I would like to know what you are doing here too?" said Dumbledore looking over the top of his half moon glasses and a small smile on his face.
"Well, sir, I arrived at the Potter's house to stop Peter." Said Sirius. "But I was too late Hagrid was there and the house a mass of rubble around him."
"Stop Peter?" exclaimed McGonagall with a look of disbelieve. "Well, you see, I convinced James and Lily at the last moment to make Peter their secret keeper, because I was too much of an obvious choice and Voldemort would have found me easier. I arranged to check on Peter to make sure he was still safe. But when I got to his hiding place he had gone. Yet there was no signs of a struggle, nothing to suggest a kidnap, it didn't feel right. So I headed straight to the Potter's. When I got there Hagrid was there and I knew Peter had ratted them out." Said Sirius, he looked at Dumbledore.
"Can you confirm this?" asked Dumbledore with seriousness in his voice.
"I will take veritaserum in front of the Ministry. I'll find Peter." Said Sirius.
"No we will leave Peter for the professionals. Why did you come here tonight, we could have dealt with this tomorrow." Said Dumbledore.
"I'm Harry's godfather, if anything had happened to Lily and James I was suppose to take him. Not his Aunt and Uncle." Said Sirius.
"But Harry needs protection, and with Mrs. Dursley having the same blood as her sister, he has better protection." Said Dumbledore.
"Is that better then someone who would love him as their own. Who would die for him? Who can protect him with magic." Said Sirius with conviction. Dumbledore hesitated for a long period. McGonagall's eyes passed between them, like watching a tennis game. She believed that Sirius was the better option but Dumbledore had the choice not her or Sirius.
"If I say yes you have to go to the ministry with me tomorrow. Tell them everything that happened. And Harry will stay at Hogwarts until the Ministry works through Lily and James death, and you fix up Grimwauld Place." Said Dumbledore.
"Agreed." Said Sirius with a smile. McGonagall sighed with relieve. Harry wouldn't be living with those horrible Muggles. Hagrid smiled through his tears of joy.
"Well that's settled then, Sirius you drop Hagrid off and head to Grimwauld Place. I'll take Harry to Hogwarts and I'll meet you there Minerva. I'll see you Sirius tomorrow 9:00 at the Ministry, and don't be late." Said Dumbledore.
"I'll be there." Said Sirius as he hopped on the motorbike, Hagrid cleared his throat.
"Remember you said I could drive home." Said Hagrid with a smile.
"Oh yeah." Said Sirius and he got off to let Hagrid clamber on and then he climbed on back. "I'll see you tomorrow Professor." Hagrid kicked the motor to life and they drove off into the settled night. Dumbledore looked at baby Harry.
"Well I think it's time to go, don't you Minerva." He turned and saw the tabby cat slink around the corner. He walked to the corner, got the Put- Outer and returned the lights and with a swish off his cloak he disappeared as unexpectedly as he had appeared.
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