A/N: I did pull a majority of this chapter from the first chapter in the book, but all credit for that goes to J.K. Rowling.

Mr. and Mrs. Dursley did not like anything out of the ordinary in fact they often ignored people who were part of the strange things. This is the reason Mr. and Mrs. Dursley had nothing to do with Mrs. Dursleys' Sister and her family. Their greatest fear someone would discover it. If anyone found out about the Potters they didn't think they could stand for it. They cringed at the thought of anyone knowing their secret.

The Dursleys had a son named Dudley. He was the worst. Not only was he spoiled but when he didn't get what he wanted he threw a temper tantrum until he got what he wanted. Although Petunia always wanted a daughter she couldn't handle two children at the moment. It was a bright Tuesday morning when Petunia Dursley kissed her husband Vernon and gave him his briefcase as he left for work. On his way he saw the strangest thing. The People that were on the corners of almost every block were dressed in robes, almost like you would find on all hallows eve.

At work he made a huge sale and decided to take an early lunch. On his way to lunch he noticed that there seemed to be more of those people. He figured they must be part of the Potters lot. The Potters were part of his wife Petunias past that she doesn't like to talk about. As it was they often pretended that they did not exist. As he was returning to the office he heard some of them chattering excitedly.

"Have you heard about the Potters? Yes, their daughter Abigail she survived."

Mr. Dursley stopped he wanted to continue moving but had to find out for sure. If there was one thing Vernon hated was surprises. He tentatively approached the people in robes. As he cleared his throat and the people looked at him. "Are you by chance talking about Lily and James Potter?" The Short man that seemed to be in the middle of all the people gave huge smile. "Why yes of course, but how do you know of the Potters since you are a great muggle yourself."

Now Mr. Dursley didn't know what muggle meant but he had gotten the information he wanted. As he walked away he knew that he would need to tell Petunia when he got home tonight. He found it harder to concentrate with his work for the remainder of the day. By the time five had rolled around he had forgotten about the Potters. On his way home everything seemed normal.

As he pulled up to his home at number four privet drive the most peculiar thing happened. On the ledge of the gate sat a cat and it looked like it was staring at him. As Mr. Dursley tried to get rid of the cat he shouted loudly. The cat gave him a disdainful look and continued to sit there. As the Dursleys had never had any animals he was unsure if this is how animals acted.

During dinner Dudley threw a tantrum because Petunia wanted him to eat his vegetables until she gave up and gave him the cake he wanted. After dinner Petunia put a screaming Dudley to bed. After about twenty minutes of screaming Petunia came into the living room, sat down next to Vernon as the news came on.

"And finally, bird-watchers everywhere have reported that the nation's owls have been behaving very unusually today. Although owls normally hunt at night and are hardly ever seen in daylight, there have been hundreds of sightings of these birds flying in every direction since sunrise. Experts are unable to explain why the owls have suddenly changed their sleeping pattern." The newscaster allowed himself a grin. "Most mysterious. And now, over to Jim with the weather. Going to be any more showers of owls tonight, Jim?"

"Well, Ted," said the weatherman, "I don't know about that, but it's not only the owls that have been acting oddly today. Viewers as far apart as Kent, Yorkshire, and Dundee have been phoning in to tell me that instead of the rain I promised yesterday, they've had a downpour of shooting stars! Perhaps people have been celebrating Bonfire Night early - it's not until next week, folks! But I can promise a wet night tonight."

The Dursleys sat frozen next to each other. Petunia knew that it must have been part of her sisters' lot. Mr. Dursley finally remembered about his conversation with the people in the robes from earlier. "Petunia, about your sister…" Petunia turned and gave him a look that could kill a person. "What about my sister?" She asked primly. "They're dead Petunia," said Vernon curtly. Petunia hadn't spoken with her sister for many years, but thanks to their parents knew that they had a daughter before they passed away about six months ago.

"They're dead. What about their daughter Annabelle wasn't it," said Petunia

"Yes, and it's actually Abigail." Petunia through all the hate she held for her sister still cared for her. "Abigail a common name but I it fits it means fathers joy." She said. "Abigail is alive Petunia," Said Mr. Dursley. "What will happen to her Vernon?" "I'm not sure I'm pretty sure that someone from their lot will take her in."

They turned off the television and went to bed. Mr. Dursley fell asleep quickly but for Mrs. Dursley sleep wouldn't come. She would never admit it in front of her husband, but she always wanted to meet her niece. Now though it seemed as if it would never happen. How wrong she was.

As she tossed and turned trying to get to sleep the cat was still sitting on the fence. A half hour later a man appeared out of nowhere. He silently walked towards number four and the cat on the fence. The man looked very old and had a long silver beard. The mans name was Albus Dumbledore.

"Fancy seeing you her, Minerva McGonagall."

The tabby cat transformed in a stern woman wearing emerald robes. "How did you know it was me?" "My dear Minerva if I didn't know it was you what kind of friend would I be," asked Dumbledore. Minerva seemed like she wanted to say something but couldn't decide what she wanted to say or how to say it. "My dear Professor I sense you want to ask me something. There are no secrets between us what is it?"

"Have you heard what everyone's saying? About you-know-who? Why he's disappeared? What stopped him?" Dumbledore chuckled as McGonagall looked at him sternly. "My dear if we keep saying you-know-who it will get confusing. We won't know for sure who were talking about." Suddenly Dumbledore became forlorn and 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 Potter's daughter, Abigail. But – he couldn't. He couldn't kill that little girl. No one knows why, or how, but they're saying that when he couldn't kill Abigail Potter, Voldemort's power somehow broke - and that's why he's gone.

Dumbledore nodded glumly.

"It's - it's true?" faltered Professor McGonagall. "After all he's done... all the people he's killed... he couldn't kill a little girl? It's just astounding... of all the things to stop him... but how in the name of heaven did Abigail survive?"

"We can only guess," said Dumbledore. "We may never know."

"Hagrid's late. I suppose it was he who told you I'd be here, by the way?" "Yes, he also told me you are bringing Abigail here. Why of all places would you bring her here."? Dumbledore looked at her sadly. "I hate to be the bearer of shocking news, but this is her aunt and uncles home and it's the only family she has." Just then a rumbling sound broke the silence. A huge motorcycle fell out of the sky and landed on the road. The large man on the bike got of carrying a small bundle. "Were there any problems Hagrid?" "No sir Professor Dumbledore sir"

Unknown to them Petunia Dursley had heard the sound and was making her way to the front door as they spoke. Just as she reached the door she heard three voices. "Well - give her here, Hagrid - we'd better get this over with." Petunia couldn't stand it anymore she whipped the door open ready to tell the three people off when she froze at the sight of them. Out of the three she recognized one from her sisters' old pictures.

"Hagrid?" she questioned.

The three turned to face her. "Ah Mrs. Dursley, how are you?" asked Dumbledore. A shocked Mrs. Dursley snapped out of it with how casual the old man was with her. "Who are you and what are you doing here?" she snapped. "Mrs. Dursley I am Albus Dumbledore Headmaster of Hogwarts. I hate to bring you this news so late, but I sense you already know." "Know what! Get to the point!" She fumed. Albus held out the bundle in his arms and hands it to her.

She took the bundle and looked to see a baby with a tuft of black hair and a lightening scar on her forehead. "Is this Abigail?" she asked. Dumbledore smiled with a twinkle in his eyes and nodded. As if on cue Abigail opened her eyes and looked up at her aunt. She had the brightest pair of green almond shaped eyes she had ever seen, and Petunia started to cry because they reminded her of Lily. "Abigail. You are so beautiful. I will protect you as much as I can."

"Well it seems everything is in order. Let us depart Hagrid, McGonagall"

As they turned to leave Petunia looks up at them. "Albus thank you." Dumbledore smiled and nodded his head. With a pop all three of them and the motorcycle were gone. Petunia turned and entered the house. She carried Abigail into the living room and held her close as they laid on the sofa. As the two of them fell asleep neither aware that in just a few hours they would be woken by Mr. Dursley screaming about why there is another baby in the house.