Disclaimer: I do not own the idea of Harry Potter, the world in which he lives, or the characters of that world. I own part of the plot of this story, the characters you do not recognize and 4 annoying kittens.
The crisp fall air seemed to reach into the very bones of the middle aged couple strolling down lane that fateful Halloween night. Belle and her husband, William, had decided to come to England to celebrate their 15th anniversary. They had been talking about going to England to see how the witches and wizards of that country differed from themselves. Belle▓s mother had told them of a partly wizarding village called Godric▓s Hollow, and they had decided on spending the last day of their vacation there. All around them small muggle children ran wild, exhilarated by the promise of scares and candy.
⌠Aren▓t you glad we decided to come for Halloween Bill. I am there is so much wizarding history here. This is the place that Godric Gryffindor was born.■
⌠You▓ll have to remind me who he was dear.■ Bill said, oblivious to the exasperated look he was receiving from his wife.
⌠Honestly Bill, you should care more about wizarding history. Gryffindor was one of the four founders of Hogwarts, the wizarding school.■ The had come to a place where there was almost no one around. Belle stopped and looked around. Her eyes were drawn to a small cottage that looked like it had just suffered a small explosion. ⌠ Honey do you hear that? It sounds like a baby.■ Bill cocked his head to one side and listened intently.
⌠It▓s probably nothing love, just a baby crying. They do that you know, as well as poop, and piddle on the carpet.■ Bill said, in a sad kind of way.
⌠No honey, it▓s coming from that cottage over there, the one that▓s partly destroyed, we have to go see.■ Belle▓s determined look cut off any argument Bill could possibly form. They set off at a rapid speed as they drew nearer the cottage Bill could tell the crying was coming from the cottage. They went through the open front door and found a man laying dead. Belle gave the man a frightened look, then scurried past him towards the crying. She went into a door on the right. Bill stood near the man, his wand out looking for any signs of danger. Belle came out of what appeared to be a sitting room carrying a small bundle, screaming it▓s displeasure.
⌠Bill honey, it▓s a little girl┘ should we check the rest of the house.■ Bill gave his wife an uneasy look.
⌠ You stay here, I▓ll check the rest of the house.■ He sprinted off towards the back of the house. Belle began to calm the crying infant down, making shushing noises and gently patting her back. Bill came back to the front door, then headed up the stairs. When he came back down there was a grim look on his face. ⌠ The mother▓s upstairs, dead in the nursery.■ Bill jumped about a foot in the air, he looked down to see a cat rubbing up and down his leg. He picked up the cat, and began scratching him behind the ears.
⌠What do we do Bill? These were magical people, there were two wands in that room. It looks like they were murdered with the killing curse. I mean, it▓s obvious. What are we going to do with the little one, and to a lesser extent the cat?■ ⌠Well, if her parents were murdered, she may have escaped merely by chance, she would be in danger if she stayed here. Who knows who killed these people, it may have even been that dark wizard. She has no family left in this house, and she wouldn▓t be safe here┘■ Bill trailed off and Belle knew what he was thinking. They themselves were unable to have children. They could take the little girl and give her a wonderful life, far away from this place where her family had been destroyed.
⌠Oh Bill, oh honey we▓ll have to take her, she▓s not safe here. Look here this blanket it says Laila Potter. We▓ll take Laila, give her our last name, then right before we apparate we▓ll call the muggle police.■ As she said this the cat gave a pleading like meow, as if saying, don▓t forget about me. Bill chuckled and pet the cat.
⌠Don▓t worry puss, we won▓t forget you.■ Belle gathered up as much baby supplies as she could find in the house. She and Bill left the cottage, and phoned the police. Right before they disapparated, Belle whispered to the now contented sleeping baby.
⌠You▓ll be back someday, Laila Potter.■ They turned on the spot and were gone.
Albus Dumbledore appeared from nowhere, having watched the whole scene. He had hoped that he could have retrieved the girl child himself, having figured out that Hagrid would not know about her, therefore would probably not find her. The Potters had told only one person that they were expecting a second child, hadn▓t trusted anyone with that beautiful secret, fearing for their daughter▓s life. Albus▓ face showed that he was deep in thought.
⌠I guess it is better this way■ He said aloud. ⌠When the time comes, the right people will be made aware of this little girl. For now she is safe.■