Chapter One

What to do with Harry?

"Albus, you can't!"

"He's right Albus, you can't leave Harry with the Muggles!"

Voices were all around Dumbledore. After listening to Minerva's pleading, he had decided to call (hopefully) the last Order of the Phoenix meeting, to decide what to do with Harry. Everybody wanted what they thought was best for the child. Some wanted to send the child to a wizarding family, where he would be trained for Voldemort's eminent return. Others wanted to send him back to the Dursely's, away from the fame and glory, which is what Dumbledore's original plan was. But there was so much confusion, nobody could agree on the same thing. They were currently conversing in the old man's office, since the former headquarters for the Order had been destroyed by the Dark Lord's forces.

"We would have loved to take little Harry in, but with Ron barely a year old, and another coming soon, I'm just not sure anymore." Arthur Weasley, a middle aged man with a balding head of hair, said dejectedly. His wife, Molly, also red-headed, with her belly starting to show signs of swelling, patted his knee comfortingly.

"Maybe Harry should go back to the Dursely family, this way he would be brought up without all the fame going to his head and what-not." Mrs. Weasley said.

"No, absolutely not!" Minerva McGonagall exploded. The old, Scottish woman had a short temper, especially when it came to children. "Harry needs a positive environment—I doubt that a magically aligned boy growing up with a family that resents both his parents and magic will benefit him!"

Dumbledore suddenly felt very old- with James and Lily dead, and their son being fought over like a toy, he just didn't know what to do anymore.

"Perhaps, the boy should be with a magical family, as much as I hate Potter, I believe that his boy should be brought up with care. I owe it to Lily as a friend." A voice cut through the air like a dagger. Everybody stopped what they were doing, and looked at Snape.

Suddenly, without warning the doors to Dumbledore's office flew open, and a feminine figure dressed in a black cloak stepped into the room…only to find about twenty wands pointed at her. She ignored the wands, and nodded her head to Dumbledore. "Albus..."

"So….you have come." Said Dumbledore, sounding relieved.

"Albus, who is this woman?" asked Minerva.

"We will have proper introductions later, Miss Minerva." The woman said, striding over to Dumbledore stood, peering into the crib where Harry slept, blissfully unaware of the panic he was causing.

"So this is the little hero, huh?" She said, bending down and gently poking him in the forehead. "He doesn't seem like much."

"The greatest things never do." Albus replied, placing his hand on her shoulder. "In fact, I seem to remember a young orphan who didn't look like much back when she was picking pockets of respectable wizards." He said, with a twinkle in his eye. The woman didn't say anything, but a light reddening in her cheeks and a smirk on her lips told all of her reaction.

The woman became serious again, and looked over to him. "So….you're calling in THAT favor?" A simple nod was her answer. She bent over the crib again, but this time she had Harry in her arms as she straightened up. "Well, then Albus, I'll see you in nine years.(1) She nodded to the rest of the Order, who had been silently observing all this time, and she then disappeared, with only a rustle of wind, and some leaves left behind that hadn't been there before.

McGonagall turned to Albus, her mouth slightly open in shock, and said "What have you done?"

Albus sighed; this was going to be a long night. "It all started," he began, "In a crowded downtown slum in New York City, in the United States…."

-Time Skip- 9 years later

The train whistle blew, the shriek letting everyone know that it was time to board. A woman bent down to give her son, a young boy with raven black hair and vibrant green eyes, a hug. The boy struggled against such a taboo display of affection, as all children must do. "Muuumm." He groaned, trying to shove her away. "Its not like I'm going away forever, I'll be back for Christmas!" His mother grinned.

"Alright, fine. I try to send my Harry off properly, and all he does is reject me!" She mock wept. Harry sighed, glanced around nervously, and gave her a quick hug. She smiled. "You keep falling for that." She chided, poking him in the forehead.

"Whatever." He said, picking up his luggage. "Bye mum! Ill see you in December!" He called out as he boarded the train.

"Don't forget your exercises!" She called out as the train started to move. Harry found the nearest empty compartment and stuck his head out the window to wave at his mother until she disappeared behind the train's smoke. He pulled his head back in, and looked at his suitcase, and then looked at the overhead baggage rack. It was much too tall for a kid his size. He smiled. He held his hands out moved them in a circle, and thrust them up. The suitcase was picked up by a gust of sudden wind, and deposited on the rack. The boy smiled, wiped the imaginary dust off his hands, cracked his knuckles, and pulled a book out of his backpack. This'll be fun, he thought. He sat down and settled in for the long ride. He had just turned the page when there was a knock on the compartment door.

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Okay! First chapter! I took the first chapter from an old story, and I revamped it.

(1): Harry was about two years old when Voldi killed his parents, and first years are 11 years old….so yeah. Read and review. Tell me what you liked, tell me what you didn't like! Tell me any possible crazy ideas that pop into your head!(Within reason) THANKS