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Prologue:

Albus Dumbledore stepped out of the shadows and onto the sleepy street of number 4 private drive. The dark shadows hid Albus well as he stepped towards number 4. The old wizard looked around him for assurance that he was alone before pulling his put outer from his pocket and clicking it. The furthest light post went out with a low pop and cast more of the empty street into darkness. Dumbledore continued this 11 more times until the only light on the street came from the eyes of a stiff looking cat.

As he watched the cat got to its feet and strode towards him rather stiffly, as if having sat still on the brick wall she had been on the whole day. As she came towards him the cat shifted through the shadows, becoming taller and more stern in appearance. Dumbledore smiled and tipped his hat towards her.

"I should have expected you would be here, Minerva." he spoke into the darkness towards the stiff woman. She spoke, pushing her horn rimmed glasses further up the bridge of her nose.

"is it true Albus?" she whispered quietly. "are the potters… dead?" she barely uttered the last word.

Through the last few years the death eaters lead by lord Voldemort had become increasingly violent. They had been going around recruiting witches and wizards to join their dark forces and killing any that refused. The potter family had gone into hiding to protect their son Harry, who had been mentioned in a prophecy that had predicted the fall of the dark lord. However, voldemort using his many spies had located the Potters in Godric's Hollow and destroyed their home killing both parents.

Dumbledore nodded grimly. "I'm afraid so Minerva. Lilly and James Potter are dead."

The woman covered her mouth with her hand in an act of shock. "and the children?" she asked in a hushed voice. "what happened to children? Is it true the boy lived?"

Dumbledore nodded again and patted her shoulder. "again, yes. Both Harry and Samara lived. We believe that Samara wasn't even touched, and Harry made it with just a scar on his forehead." he sighed. "a scar that will be with him for the rest of his life, marking him as the boy who lived."

Just as he finished speaking the loud roar of a large motorcycle broke the quiet. It touched down and large man climbed off the bike. He was a much taller man then either Dumbledore or professor McGonagall, complete with a great furry beard and long curly hair that hid most of his face. He was carrying two small bundles, each tucked carefully into the nook of his arm. Dumbledore smiled upon seeing the large man and stepped towards him. "where on earth did you get that motorcycle Hagrid?"

Hagrid stood proudly and smiled. "borrowed it sir. From Sirius black. I have to give it back when we're done here." he looked down at the two sleeping children in his arms.

Dumbledore nodded and reached for the boy. "I thought you were only brining Harry." he reached into his cloak and pulled out a letter, tucking it into the sleeping Childs blankets. "Samara is meant to go to an orphanage until she can be chosen by a caring family."

Hagrid nodded and hugged the girl to his body for warmth, as if her tightly wrapped blankets wouldn't do that enough. "I just thought, since they were brother and sister, they should spend one last night together." he whimpered softly. "its so sad headmaster, the Potters were great people." he sniffled.

Dumbledore nodded and sighed, holding Harry with one arm and reaching up to pat Hagrid's arm with the other. "it will be alright Hagrid. It wont be long till they are running around the school grounds causing trouble with other children their age." he smiled.

Hagrid nodded and wiped his nose on one large arm. "I know professor. Its still sad though. Harry off to live with muggles, and little Samara to some family she doesn't know at all, without even her brother for comfort." he reached into one of the many pockets in his coat and pulled out a tablecloth sized handkerchief, blowing his nose hard.

Dumbledore sighed again. "I know Hagrid. But Samara will be well taken care of. Harry's aunt and uncle would never accept Samara into their home. She isn't blood related to them like Harry is."

Professor McGonagall crossed her arms. "how do you know they will even accept HIM Albus?" she asked quietly. "I've watched them all day. They are horrible people. They are unlike us in every way."

Dumbledore nodded carrying Harry up the front steps and laying him by the door. "exactly Minerva. He wont be raised around his fame until he is ready to handle it. All that fame at such a young age can go to a Childs head. Its dangerous." he stood back and looked at the sleeping child. "there, we should leave soon." he stepped back towards the others. "would you like to take Samara or shall I drop her off?"

Hagrid sniffled and shook his head hugging the small child to his chest again. "no ill take her to the orphanage." he climbed back onto the large motor bike and waved to the professors. "ill see you back at the school then" he revved the engine and kicked it into gear, taking off into the night sky.

Dumbledore and professor McGonagall watched as the half giant flew into the sky. After he was out of view they turned to each other. Professor McGonagall was now a tabby again, slinking into the shadows to go about her business. Dumbledore smirked to himself and pulled the put outer out of his pocket, clicking it once. 12 balls of light flew back towards their lamps and lit the street once more, casting shadows across the sleeping child on the stoop of number 4.

Albus Dumbledore watched the boy for a moment more, before disappearing into the night, without so much as a flutter of his cloak.