Disclaimer: This is for all my chapters, not just this one. I do not, have ever, or ever will own the world of Harry Potter or its characters. I only own the plot and the characters that you do not recognise.

Warning: Contains serious child abuse.

A/N: This story came into my head one day and I had to write down notes for it. I have notes up to the end of Book 3, but now I have to write the story.

Chapter 1

The night of November 1st 1981 was particularly dark. Privet Drive was brightly lit up by streetlamps though. Well, for the moment at least.

Seeming to appear out of midair, a tall, thin man with a long white beard and a strange dress-like purple outfit with stars took out what looked like a lighter. Instead of flames coming out of it when he clicked it, however, the lights from the streetlamps flew into it, plunging the street into darkness.

Once the last light was out, the peculiar man started to walk briskly up the road until he reached number 4, where he noticed a auburn tabby cat staring at him, and he sat down beside it on the wall. With a chuckle, he spoke, "How nice to be seeing you here Professor McGonagall."

When he looked beside him, instead of the tabby, there was a stiff-looking woman with her hair up severely in a bun. "Good evening Albus. How are they getting here, may I ask."

"Hagrid is bringing them." Albus replied, reaching into one of his many pockets and bringing out a bag. "Lemon Drop?"

The woman gave him a look and commented, "Is it wise to give Hagrid such an important task? I know he means well, but he is more than a bit clumsy at times."

"I believe he will do splendidly Minerva. He should be here at any moment." he answered.

Just as Minerva opened her mouth to retort, the roar of a motorbike could be heard from above, and a giant of a man with a bushy black beard landed in the road just in front of them astride of a motorbike. In one arm two small bundles wrapped so tightly together that it looked like one could just be seen.

"Hagrid, where did you get that motorbike?" Albus enquired.

"Young Sirius Black lent it to me. He arrived shortly after me, looking destroyed when he saw the ruin. He said that he wouldn't be needing the bike any more and to use it." Hagrid responded.

"Did you have much trouble?" Minerva questioned.

"None. I got them out before the muggles arrived and they fell asleep on the way here."

The trio strode up to the door and the bundle opened. There, two small babies clutched at each other, as if if they let go of each other, the world would fall down around them. It was at this that they all realised that this was what had already happened to these unfortunate children.

Albus pulled out a letter from a further pocket. "This explains everything for Mr and Mrs Dursley to explain to them when they are older."

"Is that were…" Minerva asked, pointing to the tiny boy's forehead, where a scar of a lightning bolt showed.

"Yes, I'm afraid he shall always have that." Albus answered her.

A gigantic sob distracted them as they lay the two down and they looked back to Hagrid, who was trying to get the tears streaming down his face to stop. They stood there for a moment, saying their silent farewells to the infants, before turning around. Hagrid climbed back onto the bike, saying goodbye to the other two, and Minerva turned back into a cat and meandered back up the road, disappearing round the corner.

Albus strode back to his original position at the top of the street and released the lights of the streetlamps back. He could just see the bundles on the doorstep of number 4, and spoke once more to them. "Good luck Harry and Sophie Potter. I pray that your time here will not be as bad as I fear it will be."

With that he disappeared once more, the only evidence that he had been there at all were the children, who could never have known that all over Britain people were toasting Harry Potter, the Boy-Who-Lived.

A/N2: This chapter is quite short, but it is the opening chapter. I am refusing to put up the next chapter until I get at least 5 reviews, and it will be the same for all my future chapters of this story.

To all those who are wondering about my other stories, sorry, but I have major writers block on them and can't get anything out just now, I hope you can forgive me. I promise you that I will never abandon my stories.

So next chapter we see the upbringing of Harry and Sophie Potter. Just to warn you, it's not pretty.