A/N: So, this is my first fanfiction. I'm sorry if it's dumb or too much like Harry Potter and the Philosopher's/Sorcerer's Stone, or both. But anyway, please let me know what you think.

Chapter One: Fall of the Last Dark Wizard

It's a rainy night and the waves of the sea are crashing loudly around a small island. On the island was a tall dark building surrounded by ghost-like creatures in dark cloaks. On top of the building was a woman, who despite of the rain was waiting impatiently for two men and looking up at the navy blue sky of which matched her long navy blue hair. She couldn't help thinking how they would arrive and if the special package they were bringing was safe. Just then she heard a crackling noise and turned around swiftly to see a plump man in a blue cloak a few meters in front of her.

"Oh, Neville," she said walking towards him, "I was expecting Harry and Remus."

"I know," the man said, "Are they bringing the baby?"

"Yes," she replied.

"So, it's true then, he really is dead."

"Yes," she said, "He only died about an hour ago. I suppose news travels fast."

"Do we know where he was coming from?"

She shook her head, "No idea. He just showed up in Hogsmeade moaning and trying to run."

"I suppose no one's told his father about this."

"Bloody hell no!" she cried, "Imagine what he'd do."

"Are they going to burn him?"

"They already did."

"Imagine what Lucius would say if…" Neville began but was cut off by the woman.

"ARE YOU MAD!" she screamed looking up at the sky to see two more men in cloaks on broom sticks. One was holding a bundle in a baby blue blanket, "DO YOU KNOW HOW DANGEROUS IT IS TO BRING A TWO MONTH OLD BABY ON BROOMSTICK, WITH ALL THESE DEMENTORS IN THE RAIN!"

The two men landed and the one without the bundle stepped off his broom and ran up to the woman and placed his hands on her shoulders. "Don't worry, Love," he said, "The rain is letting up and the dementors will give us no trouble I can assure you that."

The woman rolled her bright green eyes.

"Besides it's not like Harry's never held a baby before," he said.

"I know that!... Oh, anyway let's see her," she said.

The other man who was talking to Neville walked over to the blue-haired woman, "She didn't make a sound the whole way here," he said outstretching his arms so she could she the infant.

"I do hope that's a good thing," she said haughtily.

"Seems just fine to me," Neville said peering over at the baby behind the woman's shoulder, "I know it's a little strange to say about Malfoy's daughter, but she's very cute."

Harry sighed. "You're right," he said.

The woman stroked the infant's head with her index finger, "It's not her fault that she was born to such a terrible man," she said, "Whatever shall we do?"

"I guess if the ministry doesn't find a mother than she'll have to be adopted," the other man offered, "I wouldn't mind one more…"

"Remus!" the woman uttered firmly.

"I'm kidding," he said, "Dear, I don't believe I'm seen you this uptight before."

"I'm just nervous, what will the ministry say?" she replied, "What if they try and put her in the care of a relative. Then she could turn into one of them."

"You have a point," Harry said. His green eyes looked down at the small girl as he sighed.

"So," said Neville, "What do we do with her while the ministry is searching?"

"There's no use waiting for the ministry now," the woman replied, "We need to take her to an orphanage tonight."

"They still have orphanages?" Neville asked.

"You know what I mean," the woman said impatiently, "Somewhere she can stay until someone adopts her."

"I know of a place," spoke Harry, "But it might be gone now. I'm not even sure I'd know where to look."

"We should at least try," the other man said, "Come along Harry." The man motioned with his long right arm and headed straight for the broomstick he had left on the ground near the edge of the roof. Harry followed and gently rocked the newborn.

"This baby reminds me of Ginny," Harry thought out loud, straddling his broom.

"I can go if you need to get home," the woman offered.

"I would go if I wasn't afraid of dropping her," Neville muttered, mostly to himself.

"That's okay," Harry said, "I'm the only one who sort of knows the way. Besides, if Ginny has the baby tonight her mum's there."

The woman glared at the young man with piercing her piercing eyes, which were now blue.

"Don't worry Dear," the other man said in an assuring tone, "Surely Harry didn't mean that."

The two men pushed off the ground. "Yes, Tonks," Harry said, "You know I'm not serious."

"Well I'm going by your place to pick up Lucinda soon," Tonks answered, "I'll check up on your wife for you."

"I'd appreciate that," Harry said smiling. As soon as the words left his lips he and Remus ascended into the night sky.

"BE CAREFUL!" Tonks cried.

"Take care of Little Malfoy!" Neville added. Tonks gave him a strange look.

Neville stuttered, "I forgot her name."

Remus Lupin swiftly followed behind the twenty-seven-year old wizard on his broom. It was still dark and foggy but the rain had suddenly ceased and Lupin's robes were no longer getting drenched in water.

As he and Harry were flying Lupin couldn't help but think about a similar occurrence twenty-six years ago, when Harry's own parents were killed and Harry was placed with his muggle relatives who treated him terribly for the next sixteen years. Lupin greatly hoped that this wouldn't happen to this child. He, (like the absent minded young wizard, Neville Longbottom) didn't believe in punishing an innocent baby for what her father had done.

On that note, Lupin also thought of who the child's mother was. St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries had already concluded that she was, indeed, the daughter of Draco Malfoy. However, when the Death Eater was asked who was the mother of the infant his only answer was a middle finger in Lupin's and his best friends Sirius's face. It had been them who found the young man lurking around Hogsmead, possibly looking for food, with the baby in his arms. After spotting him, Lupin wasn't sure of what he was seeing. At first he thought it might have just been a young drunk wizard. But one look at his face and he had concluded that this was no ordinary man. It was the only Death Eater that hadn't been found (dead or alive).

Lupin looked back at Harry and remembered something. He quickly moved closer to him.

"Hold still for a second, Harry," he said hovering next to him. Lupin elevated his wand over Harry's head and soon the young man was blended into the fog.

"Thanks, Lupin," he said.

"No problem," the middle-aged man replied, "Well, come along, it might be nice to get there before day break."

Harry nodded.

"Exactly where are we going anyway?" Lupin asked.

"London," Harry replied.

"Is this a muggle orphanage?"

"Well, yes, what did you think?"

"Harry you do realize that she won't be a muggle forever," Lupin was now traveling next to Harry and looking him in his invisible face.

"I know," said Harry, "But in eleven years we'll be sure that no one knows who she his."

Lupin's expression was doubtful, but he nodded none the less.

The two men flew silently for about a half-an-hour before they spotted Big Ben through the fog. It chimed 2 am.

"Merlin's beard is it late," Lupin muttered.

"This way," said Harry turning to the left and lowering slightly.

Lupin followed him for ten minutes before Harry exclaimed, "There, that brick building!" Harry wished he could point but didn't want to let go of his broom when cradling a baby, "I can't believe it's still there," he uttered quietly.

Harry and Lupin swiftly landed on to the sidewalk. They were the only ones around, except for a sleeping homeless person leaning up against a neighboring complex. They creeped up towards the small brick building Harry had pointed out. It was small and quite old and said- "Evergreen Foster Home." (A/N: the full name of the orphanage was never mentioned in the books so I made a name up) The "Foster Home" part was in newer letters, Lupin figured it probably used to say "Orphanage".

"What now?" Harry asked.

"We can't go in," Lupin answered, "They're going to want to know our names.

"We could make them up," Harry suggested.

"No," said Lupin, "They'll question us. Maybe even make us sign papers and all that rubbish."

"So we just leave her on the steps," Harry said sarcastically.

"We'll ring the door bell first." Lupin couldn't believe he was seriously suggesting this.

"You're mad!" Harry said in a harsh whisper, "They're probably asleep anyway."

"We'll make a lot of ruckus and they'll wake up."

Harry gave him a harsh look. "Well alright, we'll bang those two trash bins together." He pointed at the metal rubbish tins lying next to the stoop, up against the wall.

"She'll probably cry too."

"Yes," Harry said, "We should leave a note."

"I only have a quill," Lupin said reaching into the pocket of his cloak, "No paper."

Harry dug into his own pocket, clenching the baby to his chest in one hand. He pulled out a crumpled piece of parchment with writing on one side.

"Ginny's grocery list," he said smiling.

"I do hope you've gotten that," Lupin said with a grin.

Harry chuckled, "Don't worry."

Then Harry gently placed the small girl on the steps in front of the foster home door. He crouched down and put the paper on the stoop and began writing. Lupin tapped his foot impatiently.

"Just out of curiosity," Lupin said, "How do you know of this place?"

Harry looked up from the note and sighed, "This is where Voldemort was left. I saw it in the pensieve when I was sixteen."

Lupin looked at the baby. He certainly didn't want to create another monster, what if this place was the whole reason for Voldemort becoming what he was? "Maybe this isn't such a good idea."

"Well," said Harry, "That was almost eighty years ago, and she'll be adopted, we'll be sure of that."

Lupin nodded uncertainly for the second time that night.

"Done," Harry said after a couple minutes.

Lupin picked up the note, it read:

To Whom It May Concern,

Please accept this child into your foster home. She is two-months old and without a parent or guardian. We request for her to be adopted as soon as possible and for you to treat her with extra special care. For, this infant is not like everyone else, she's very special and deserves to be treated so.

"You should add her name," Lupin said, "Malfoy said it was Glinda Narcissa."

Harry nodded and took the note out of Lupin's hand and quickly added:

P.S. Her name is Glinda Narcissa and it is of great request that you call her that.

"Why of great request?" Lupin asked looking over Harry's shoulder.

"Well," Harry said, "I know from experience that when you have a child, you want what's best for them. If Malfoy wanted to name her Glinda Narcissa, evil or not, we should grant his request."

Lupin couldn't believe the words uttered out of his companion's mouth. Ever since Harry was eleven years old he despised Draco Malfoy with all his heart and soul. He doing something like this for an old enemy was showing great kindness and maturity that most men, no matter how old, never gain. (It was of course nothing he could say for himself, Sirius, or even Harry's late father, James)

Harry placed the note on the steps and Lupin headed towards the cans. Harry looked down at the infant he pictured himself, the same way twenty-six years ago. He didn't know what possessed him to do so, but without thinking Harry bent down and kissed the tiny human on the forehead. "Good luck, Glinda," he whispered.

"Come on Harry!" Lupin said shouting and banging the cans together.

We must me mental. Harry thought, but none the less he joined Lupin until the sound was loud enough to make the baby wail and the front door to creak open.

Out the door came an elderly woman in a pink dressing robe. She looked down at the girl and screamed, "Oh my heavens!" she picked up the girl and rocked her back and forth. A younger woman ran up behind her and picked up the note. She looked at it with a puzzled expression, then looked around and saw no one. In fact, the two wizards had already gone.

A/N: Okay, that's the first chapter. I promise later in the story I will explain why Sirius is still alive and who's got children and what not. PLEASE REVIEW!