Prologue
A cat is sitting calmly on a brick wall bordering 4 Privet Drive. It is past midnight and the homes along the street are dark. Her tail twitches and she seems to be a bit impatient. A crack sounds loudly from across the street and the cat stands and hops off the wall. An old man appeared to be standing there. He has long, silvery-white hair with a matching beard and is wearing a purple cloak and robes.
He pulls out a silver cigarette lighter and clicks it. The street lamps go out. The cat transforms into a stern-faced woman with graying brown hair neatly tucked into a bun and emerald-green robes. The man smiles at her.
"Professor McGonagall, I suppose I know why you are here," the man says as he peers over his half-moon glasses.
"The whole country is celebrating the fall of You-Know-Who and all I can think about is the loss of the Potters. I believed you would be here earlier. There are rumors that their little girl managed to survive the attack," Professor McGonagall chokes out. "Please tell me that Jamie is okay."
"Miss Potter did live though I'm not sure how. Hagrid is bringing her here. She will be raised by Lily's sister," the man gravely says as he looks toward the dark house behind his companion.
"You can't be serious! This family is horrible. The worst sort of muggle. Lily did not want Petunia to have custody of her daughter. They haven't spoken in over two years. What about Black? He genuinely loves her," McGonagall pleads.
"Miss Potter needs to be raised in the muggle world away from her fame. Every child in our world will know who she is," the man argues. A sudden roaring sound fills the air as a bright red motorcycle lands in front of the pair.
"Evenin' Professor Dumbledore, sir. Professor McGonagall," An extremely tall, burly man climbed off the motorcycle. His one hand seemed to be holding a bundle of blankets.
"Hagrid, any trouble on your journey?" Dumbledore asks.
"No, sir, not 'cept for the beginnin'," Hagrid replied. "Baby wanted nothin' ter do with me. Screamin' fer young Sirius Black. Borrowed the bike from him. Had to wait till he put her teh sleep before I could touch her."
"Poor girl," McGonagall mourned. "Her life will never be normal."
"Let's get this done with. Give me the baby Hagrid," Dumbledore takes the bundle from Hagrid and sets her on the front steps. He waves his wand over her then pulls out a letter addressed to Mrs. Dursley. "There. She should stay warm enough with that heating charm and the letter explains what happened to Mrs. Dursley. I'm sure Miss Potter will grow up well-loved here."
And with that, the three wizards left. Jamie Rose Potter, daughter of James and Lily Potter, disappeared into the muggle world.