Disclaimer: I do not own the Harry Potter franchise in any shape or form, I do however own Jaina Potter and Belial.
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Prologue
The night shines brightly down upon a neighbourhood on a street called Privet Drive. An owl sits on the street sign before flying off to reveal a mysterious appearing old man walking through a forest near the street. He stops at the start of the street and takes out a mechanical device and zaps all the light out of the lampposts.
With a sigh, he puts away the device before craning his head below at the sudden sound of a cat meowing for his attention. "I should have known that you would be here...Professor McGonagall." He proclaimed as the cat gave another meow before the tabby cat shifts into said person.
"Good evening, Professor Dumbledore. Are the rumours true, Albus?"She inquired as they began walking into the neighbourhood.
Dumbledore could only nod. "I'm afraid so, Professor. The good, and the bad." He replied as a concerned expression flashed across Minerva's face.
"And the children?"She questioned to which Dumbledore raised a reasuring hand.
"Hagrid is bringing them."He replied as she shook her head, her eyebrows raised.
"Do you think it wise to trust Hagrid with something as important as this?" She questioned before Albus placed a hand on her shoulder.
"Ah, Professor, I would trust Hagrid with my life." Glancing up at the sound of a motor, the two professors look up to see a flying motorcycle coming down from the air. It skids on the street and halts a few feet away from them as a rather large man grunts lightly before taking off his goggles and dismounted the motorcycle.
"Professor Dumbledore, Sir. Professor McGonagall." The large man greeted as he nodded respectively at them.
Dumbledore nodded lightly. "No problems, I trust, Hagrid?"
Hagrid shook his head as he smiled. "No, sir. Little tykes fell asleep just as we were flying over Bristol. Heh. Try not to wake them." Hagrid stated softly as he gently handed a large blanket to Dumbledore, the soft sleeping faces of a baby boy and girl peeking from underneath. "There you go."
Dumbledore smiled as he then proceeded walking down the street, McGonagall following beside him. "Albus, do you really think its safe, leaving them with these people? I've been watching them all day. They're the worst sort of Muggles imaginable. They really are-"
He waved a hand at her. "The only family they have left."He told her as the stopped outside a house.
They stop outside a house. "These children will be famous. There won't be a child in our world who doesn't know their name." Minerva replied as Dumbledore placed the two sleeping babies on the front doorstep.
"Exactly. They'll be better off growing up away from all that. Until they are ready."The sound of Hagrid coughing and sniffling reached their ears as they turned to face him.
Dumbledore smiled lightly. "There, there, Hagrid. It's not really good-bye, after all." Hagrid merely nodded his head before Dumbledore takes a letter and places it on the sleeping babies, the visible lightning-bolt shaped scar on their forehead, a reminder of who they are.
Dumbledore smiled down at them. "Good luck...Harry and Jaina Potter."
I know this is short, but I couldn't wait any longer. I'm still writing the first chapter. Feedback would be appreciated. Thank you for reading, Swish and Flick!