Itoshii Sune-ku
Chapter 1:Prologue
"Do you honestly think we should just leave him here? What if someone finds him here and takes him away?" Whispers. A woman, long brownish-redish, greying hair, pulled into a tight bun high on the back of her head, whispers. Twinkling blue eyes, dimmed slightly from weariness, looks down on the bundle he carries. Long white beard flowing down his robe clad stomach, hair down his back. Wrinkled, frail looking, but strong hands, never once wavering.
"He needs to be here. They are his only family now. They'll take care of him." The old man says, rocking the small bundle slightly when a disgruntled cry comes from within. "No, they won't, Albus! I've seen these people. That little boy kicks his mother, and the woman lets him! The man is disgusting, he's a horrible man." The woman nearly yelled, quieting when the bundle in her companion's arms begins to squirm. Reaching out, she takes the bundle of cloth from the man, Albus, and rocks it back and forth, patting its back. Squirming and kicking, the baby revealed himself after kicking the blanket away from his face, and glares up at the old man for daring to disturb him.
"See? He doesn't like it here, Albus. Let's take him somewhere else. Remus, he'll take care of him. Yes, I know it. He'll love him. He's such an adorable boy. And Harry will just adore Remus. He's such a fine young man. He'll make a good father for Harry." Albus looked at his old friend. "Minerva, you must be desperate." Minerva glared at him right along with baby Harry. The baby boy's bright green eyes flicked to Minerva and he started laughing at the glare on her face. Minerva looked down and smiled gently at the baby. "Hello, little one. How are you? You've been through a row now, haven't you? I'm Minerva McGonagall. When you get older, I'll be teaching you at school. Yep, I will. Then I can embarass you by telling small tales about when you were just born. Won't that be fun?" She teased gently, a small smile lighting up her unusually stern face.
The small baby boy laughed, but that laugh was cut off by a large yawn. Harry, done with playing at the moment, snuggled down into his blankets and pushed his half-full head dark hair against Minerva's chest. Closing his eyes and settling down to sleep, Minerva and Albus watched as he drifted off to sleep, throwing one arm out and hitting Albus in the chest and huffing before hand. "Guess he's still mad at you." Minerva whispered, grinning. Albus looked up at her. "He'll be safe here." He whispered back. "Are you sure? No, you're not. Why am I even asking? You're not some demigod, Albus, you can't know everything--you just CAN'T." There was an urgency in her tone.
He whispered the sentiment once more, taking the babe from her arms and placing him on the hard, cold ground in front of a quaint little house. One replica out of many on that street, Privet Dr. Placing a letter atop the blankets. Minerva waited for him, and together they stood straight, and walked away, disappearing half-way down the street.
On the step of Vernon Dursley's house, tiny Harry stares up at the sky, sad green eyes filling with tears. "Hm! 'Oony...'Addy..."
The End...For now. Hooboy.