A group of men dressed in black robes with hoods covering their faces were standing next to a bed. On a bed was a child. It was a boy who seemed to be about one year old. He wasn't crying, even though it was dark and frightening around.
"It worked" one of the men said.
"He didn't find him" the other nodded.
The boy was looking around, bravery sparkling in his eyes.
"What now?" one of the men asked.
"Now" the other answered. "We will have to protect him. We know that the Dark Lord hasn't actually died, and we know that he might return any moment. He doesn't have any family now that all his relatives were killed, so we will need to find someone to take care of him"
"I can do it" someone said. It was the youngest man here. The man who was speaking previously said: "Are you sure? Rising up a kid isn't easy… Espessially this kid"
"Yes I am sure. I will teach him everything I know and he will become a great wizard. And no one will find out he is the person who can defeat the Dark Lord, not Harry Potter"
"Good"
They all looked at the boy again. They sensed that he already was powerful and they had no idea what he was going to turn into.