A/N This is an AU story it will loosely follow the original plot but I am not Jo and I will obviously imagine things differently. This will contain Light bashing and Pureblood etiquette as I imagine it if you do not want to read that I advise that you look into a different story. I checked multiple times for mistakes but some may have slipped through. Direct quotes from the books are in italics.

Chapter 1

Godric's Hollow 31 October 1981

In a small town two figures appeared inside a home touched by evil. The only living thing to survive was a baby boy sleeping in the nursery. The two figures silently approached the house and walked inside. In front of the stairs was a tall thin man with dark brown almost black windswept hair and hazel eyes hidden behind glasses that were glazed with death. One of the figures crept forward and knelt beside the man, the hood on the figure fell back to revel a woman with pale skin and fiery red hair, tears fell from her eyes and dissolved before they hit the man.

"I'm so sorry James." The crying women whispered softly before standing and turning towards her companion. The other figured nodded towards the stairs and they quickly ascended the stairs and continued to make their silently into the nursery. A quick wave of the hooded figures hand created an exact replica of the women standing next to her.

"My Lady, are we doing the right thing?" The red head asked the newly revealed women whose milk white skin, ebony hair, and ruby red eyes made for a shocking contrast.

"Flos Fidelis I apologize for I know this is difficult but we have both seen the future Fate has planned the prophesied ones require guidance, the women replied comfortingly, now come the Dog Star, Betrayer, and Guidance are due to approach soon you must leave the gift." The red haired women quickly pulled out a small leather pouch attached to a leather cord. She quickly moved toward the child that lay sleeping in his crib she gently put the cord around his neck before layering it in spells to make it invisible to all but those who know of it, to not choke the child and to protect him as much as she could. Both women looked at each other before silently weaving a spell that would destroy any and all blocks on the child when he reached age 11. Both women kissed the forehead of the sleeping child before silently disappearing.

Two men came and went before a large man with a rosy cheeks and a dark black beard appeared to take the boy away.

Little Whinging, Surry 1 November 1981
A man appeared on the corner the cat had been watching, appeared so suddenly and silently you'd have thought he'd just popped out of the ground.The cat's tail twitched and its eyes narrowed.
"Fancy seeing you here, Professor McGonagall."He turned to smile at the tabby, but it had gone. Instead he was smiling at a rather severe-looking woman who was wearing square glasses exactly the shape of the markings the cat had had around its eyes.She, too, was wearing a cloak, an emerald one. Her black hair was drawn into a tight bun. She looked distinctly ruffled.
"How did you know it was me?" she asked.
"My dear Professor, I've never seen a cat sit so stiffly."
"You'd be stiff if you'd been sitting on a brick wall all day," said Professor McGonagall.
"What they're saying," she pressed on, "is that last night Voldemort turned up in Godric's Hollow. He went to find the Potters. The rumor is that Lily and James Potter are - are - that they're - dead." Dumbledore bowed his head. Professor McGonagall gasped.
"Lily and James... I can't believe it... I didn't want to believe it... Oh, Albus..." Dumbledore reached out and patted her on the shoulder. "I know... I know..." he said heavily.
Professor McGonagall's voice trembled as she went on. "That's not all. They're saying he tried to kill the Potter's son, Harry. But - he couldn't. He couldn't kill that little boy. No one knows why, or how, but they're saying that when he couldn't kill Harry Potter, Voldemort's power somehow broke - and that's why he's gone.Dumbledore nodded glumly.
"It's - it's true?" faltered Professor McGonagall. "After all he's done... all the people he's killed... he couldn't kill a little boy? It's just astounding... of all the things to stop him... but how in the name of heaven did Harry survive?"
"We can only guess," said Dumbledore. "We may never know."
Professor McGonagall pulled out a lace handkerchief and dabbed at her eyes beneath her spectacles. Dumbledore gave a great sniff as he took a golden watch from his pocket and examined it. It was a very odd watch. It had twelve hands but no numbers; instead, little planets were moving around the edge.It must have made sense to Dumbledore, though, because he put it back in his pocket and said, "Hagrid's late. I suppose it was he who told you I'd be here, by the way?"
"Yes," said Professor McGonagall. "And I don't suppose you're going to tell me why you're here, of all places?"

"I've come to bring Harry to his aunt and uncle. They're the only family he has left now."
"You don't mean - you can't mean the people who live here?" cried Professor McGonagall, jumping to her feet and pointing at number four. "Dumbledore - you can't. I've been watching them all day. You couldn't find two people who are less like us. And they've got this son - I saw him kicking his mother all the way up the street, screaming for sweets.Harry Potter come and live here!"
"It's the best place for him," said Dumbledore firmly. "His aunt and uncle will be able to explain everything to him when he's older. I've written them a letter."
"A letter?" repeated Professor McGonagall faintly, sitting back down on the wall. "Really, Dumbledore, you think you can explain all this in a letter? These people will never understand him! He'll be famous - a legend - I wouldn't be surprised if today was known as Harry Potter day in the future - there will be books written about Harry - every child in our world will know his name!"
"Exactly," said Dumbledore, looking very seriously over the top of his half-moon glasses. "It would be enough to turn any boy's head. Famous before he can walk and talk! Famous for something he won't even remember! Can't you see how much better off he'll be, growing up away from all that until he's ready to take it?"
Professor McGonagall opened her mouth, changed her mind,
swallowed, and then said, "Yes — yes, you're right, of course. But how is the boy getting here, Dumbledore?" She eyed his cloak suddenly as though she thought he might be hiding Harry underneath it.
"Hagrid's bringing him."
"You think it — wise — to trust Hagrid with something as important as this?"
"I would trust Hagrid with my life," said Dumbledore.
"I'm not saying his heart isn't in the right place," said Professor McGonagall grudgingly, "but you can't pretend he's not careless.
"Hagrid," said Dumbledore, sounding relieved. "At last.'' "I've got him, sir." Hagrid said setting down a stuffed black dog.
"No problems, were there?"
"No, sir - house was almost destroyed, but I got him out all right
before the Muggles started swarmin' around."
Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall bent forward over the bundle of blankets. Inside, just visible, was a baby boy, fast asleep. Under a tuft of jet-black hair over his forehead they could see a curiously shaped cut, like a bolt of lightning.

"Is that where -?" whispered Professor McGonagall.
"Yes," said Dumbledore. "He'll have that scar forever."
"Couldn't you do something about it, Dumbledore?"
"Even if I could, I wouldn't. Scars can come in handy. I have one myself above my left knee that is a perfect map of the London Underground. Well - give him here, Hagrid - we'd better get this over with." As Dumbledore picked Harry up he awoke and his hair began shifting through a myriad of colors as his eyes did the same.

"Oh the Black blood must be very strong in him!" Professor McGonagall said slightly shocked.
Dumbledore huffed in annoyance before waving his wand around the child forcing him to look like an exact replica of his father. He then set the child on the front step of Number 4 Private drive before walking away both McGonagall and Hagrid following closely suddenly he turned to the two and obliviated the knowledge of Harry Potter's placement from them.