(A/N I know this has been done a million times over but I suddenly got this idea as I was watching a Harry Potter marathon on TV today and well this is what came of it. So I hope you enjoy!)

Disclaimer: NO sadly I am not J.K. Rowling and no I don't own anything Harry Potter.

Chapter one: On Privet Drive

"Fancy seeing you here, Professor McGonagall." said the amused voice of Albus Dumbledore as he passed the Tabby cat sitting just under the sign that read Privet Drive. However, as he slowly turned to look back at the tabby, it was 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 was wearing a emerald cloak and she had her black hair drawn back into a tight bun. However, tonight she look 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 to if you'd been sitting on a brick wall all day," said Professor McGonagall.

"All day when you could have been celebrating? I must have passed a dozen feasts and parties on my way here."

"Oh yes, everyone's celebrating alright." she said impatiently, "Going into Muggle London to gossip, and without even changing into Muggle clothing! Muggles may not pay much attention, but they are not stupid, all these things have been reported on the Muggle news."

"You can't blame them." Dumbledore said gently, "We've had precious little to celebrate for eleven years."

"Yes, well that's no reason to lose our heads," She said irritably, "besides the kind of rumors they are gathering and spreading." She paused, "They are just rumors, right. That Lily and James Potter are- that they're- dead."

Dumbledore just bowed his head, and McGonagall gasped.

"Lily and James… I can't believe it… I didn't want to believe it."

Dumbledore reached out and patted her on the shoulder, "I know. I know." he said once again bowing his head.

"And their children? Is it true?" McGonagall asked hurriedly.

"Yes, they survived." Dumbledore said with a curious look on his face.

"After all he's done… all the people he's killed… he couldn't kill children? Its just astounding… of all the things to stop him… but how in the name of heaven did Harry and Jenna survive?"

"We can only guess," said Dumbledore. "We may never know."

McGonagall pulled out a lace handkerchief and dabbed her eyes under her spectacles. Dumbledore gave a loud sniff and then pulled out his watch.

"Hmm. Hagrid is late. I suppose he's the one who told you about me being here." Dumbledore said looking up at the sky.

"Yes, and I don't suppose you are going to tell me why you are here of all places." McGonagall said following his gaze.

"I'm here to bring Harry and Jenna to their Aunt and Uncle's house." Dumbledore explained and McGonagall gasped.

"You don't mean- you cant mean the people that live here!" she protested as she explained the events she had watched all day. "Their couldn't be any muggles more unlike us!" she continued, "The children will be famous, every child in our world will know their names!"

"Exactly why it's the best place for them. Its much better if they grow up away from all of that." Dumbledore explained. "Besides their aunt and uncle can explain everything to them when they are old enough, I've written them a letter."

"Surely you cant explain everything to them in a letter." But Dumbledore didn't answer and McGonagall just gave up with a sigh. "How are the kids getting here, Dumbledore?" she eyed his cloak suddenly as if there was a possibility of them hiding in it.

"Hagrid's bringing them." he answered.

"You think it wise to trust Hagrid with something as important as this?" McGonagall asked skeptically.

"I would trust Hagrid with my life." Dumbledore stated as a slight humming sound could be heard from the sky above them, and both of them instinctually looked up.

"Hagrid, at last." Dumbledore said in a tone of relief then added. "Where did you get the motorcycle?"

"Young Sirius Black lent it to me sir, and I've got the both of um right here sir." Hagrid said quietly as he stepped off the motor bike and handed Dumbledore one bundle and then held the other down where McGonagall could see.

"No problems where there?" Dumbledore asked as he checked over both children.

"No, the house was almost destroyed but I gott'em out alright before all the muggles started swarmin." Hagrid informed. "This one fell asleep as we were flying over Bristol," he said pointing to Harry, "and this one fell asleep not ten minutes ago." he added motioning to Jenna.

McGonagall and Dumbledore both bent over the children. Both noticing a particularly weird looking scar on Harry's forehead.

"Can you fix it Dumbledore?" McGonagall asked.

"I'm afraid I cannot. But I wouldn't even if I could. Sometimes scars can come in handy. In fact I have a scar just above my left knee that is a map of the complete underground of London." Dumbledore mused for a moment.

"All right Hagrid." Dumbledore said once again serious. "It's time for you to hand her over as well." he sighed as he watched the giant begin to tear up.

"Can I at least say goodbye to em?" Hagrid asked looking down at the two children with tufts of wispy and curly black hair. He bent down and kissed them each one by one on their forehead before giving out a loud cry.

"Shhh." Professor McGonagall hushed the giant, "you'll wake the muggles."

"S-sorry P-professor." Hagrid said handing Jenna over to Dumbledore. "B-but I just cant stand it… Lily and James… D-dead, and poor Harry off to live with Muggles."

"Yes, its all very sad, but we mustn't wake the muggles." McGonagall whispered patting Hagrid's arm trying to calm him. As Dumbledore lay the two bundles down on the front porch. Setting the letter he had written between them before walking back to his companions.

"Well, there is no further reason to be staying around here. I suppose we should go join in the celebration." Dumbledore told the pair of them.

"I'll be taking Sirius back his bike." he told them nodding to them both, "Professor, Dumbledore sir." he added as he mounted the small motorbike.

"Well I shall expect to see you soon Minerva." Dumbledore said as he watched the small Tabby cat run in the opposite direction. "and good luck." Dumbledore whispered. "To the both of you." and with a wave of his cloak he vanished.

As the leaves ruffled down the street of Privet drive the two bundles rolled over so they were pressed together without waking up. Without knowing they would be awoken in a few short hours by Mrs. Dursley's screams. Without knowing that they would be poked and prodded by their cousin Dudley. Without knowing of the world they lived in before, or the fact that they were somehow special to that world. Without knowing that at that exact moment all around the country there where thousands of witches and wizards holding up glasses and saying in hushed voices, "To the Potters, the ones that lived."

(A/N I know of course that this was a very boring first chapter but the story will deviate from the books and movies of course at the two get older. However there is only so many ways to write the two getting to Privet Drive, so expect more changes in the next chapters. Oh and Review, if you like it or if you have advice or anything else really! Thanks again for reading!)