A/N: I'm happy to finally publish my first fanfic. Anything that you recognize from the Harry Potter series belongs to J.K. Rowling. Enjoy.
"I'm sorry sweetheart, but I have to," said the man depositing the child on the doorstep. "You'll be safe here in Canada, no one will know who you are, but you will be exposed to all of it when the time comes which is too soon."
The baby whimpered then fell silent as a letter was placed on her covers and a kiss on her forehead.
"Good luck my child and I will see you soon even if it will seem like an eternity to me," the man chocked on his last words then vanished without a sound.
The baby whimpered again, but when no comfort came, started crying, waking the dog in the house who came to investigate the weird sounds coming from outside her home, then got her masters as the thing outside had a similar smell.
