The mob grew louder as every second past. Wands were lit and held high, illuminating the area. It was well after midnight yet no one could, or would, sleep. In front of the large crowd stood a dark, eerie but well-kept mansion.

A tall, blond haired man stood up in front of the crowd. He pointed his own wand at his throat and mumbled a spell before speaking to the crowd with magnified voice, "Today, as you all know, is a very special day. Today, You-Know-Who has finally been destroyed by Harry Potter forever and for good. No more will he threaten the lives of you, your children, siblings, friends. Today, we have had our justice for Albus Dumbledore, the Potters, the Longbottoms, and all the great wizards and witches he murdered and tortured. Let the celebrations begin!"

He gave a huzzah and the crowd rushed forward and stormed into the mansion. There they grabbed everything in sight and destroyed it or tucked it underneath their robes.

Loud popping was heard outside as fifteen weary but alert wizards apparated onto the grounds. They had been attending to ruckuses all day and were not looking forward to this one, the largest of them. They pulled their wands out and began pulling people out of the building.

"Everyone out of the building now! We don't care if this was You-Know-Who's mansion, it's still theft and destruction of property. We can put you in Azkaban for this!" one of them shouted. The fifteen wizards split up and went through different areas of the house, shoving everyone out. One wizard went up the stair case and heard a soft whimpering coming from one of the rooms over the noise of everyone downstairs. He followed the noise to a small room. In the middle of the room stood an oak baby cradle with snakes etched into the side. Lying in the cradle was a little baby girl. Her forehead was scrunched up as she lay, crying softly.

The wizard noticed a note taped to the front of the cradle. He pulled it off and read it. He dropped the note and backed away slowly.

"Eddie, get up here NOW!" he shouted out. Eddie ran up the stairs and was handed the note. His face paled drastically and he stared in fear at the crying child. The note fell to the floor, in red ink (or was it blood?) was written 'Prophecy Fulfilled'.

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The meeting had only just started, but everyone was already deep in conversation. The head of the council quickly magicked his voice louder and spoke.

"Quiet, quiet please. Now, I'm sure you all know the matter before us. It is up to us to decide what happens. What we choose can and will affect the entire wizard population, possibly affecting the muggle world also. Please, bring out the child"

An assistant walked out into the room, holding the hand of a young girl, around the age of three. She looked around in awe as everyone stared at her. It was obvious she had no idea what was going on, or why she was here. She was seated in a chair in the center of the room. The reaction among the room varied from curiosity, to indifference, to fear. Whispers among the audience grew louder as the head began to speak again.

"I'm sure you're all well aware of this child's heritage and the various circumstances. We need to find someone willing to be in charge of her file, and protect her. We already have a couple, both aurors, who have agreed to raise her as their own. However, we would like someone else to watch over her, especially once she leaves for school," the Head said, as he addressed the room.

"Kill her!" shouted a woman, standing up from her seat. "The girl will bring nothing but more terror and horror. Kill her now, before it's too late."

A man on the other side of the room stood, "She's just a child. She's done nothing wrong and I believe she is as capable of evil deeds as you or I. Let us not forget Sirius Black, who was persecuted simply for his family's name. Do we want to make the same mistake again?"

The woman fell silent and sat, though it was noticeable on her face that her opinion had not changed. The head spoke again.

"We cannot kill the girl. We must, however, find someone to care for her. She needs to be watched, carefully. There are many who wish her harm. Who is willing to undergo this responsibility?"

"I am," declared a dark-haired man as he entered the room. The room gasped and mumbles of delight and disgrace were heard. Even the head looked surprised, but he nodded and spoke again.

"Are you willing to watch over this child and keep her safe from harm?"

"I am"

"Are you aware of the circumstances surrounding this child?"

"I am"

"Very well, I hereby declare the child to be placed in the care and guidance of Auror Harry Potter."