It was a dark, cold winter, in a farm near Pretoria in 1981, South Africa had become a haven for British refugees of the first magical war that hat broked up since Lord Voldemort started to grab power and allies, known as the Death Eaters. The situation in the country for wizards, anyway, was not good as well, the Government kept them on a close eye because they had demonstrated to be actively implicated in the Struggle against the apartheid system that the government had extended to the whole muggle and wizard populations of the nation. As the Ministry of Magic of South Africa was collaborationist to the muggle government in which apartheid means. The whole situation, though, was to be changed by the arrival of a little recently orphan baby, the only known survivor till 1981 of the Death Curse. His name was Harry and he was the son of Lily and James Potter, two members of a secret society whose mission was to fight against the worst dark wizard that Britain had ever seen. No one there did can explain itself what had happened, because the whole house was ruined, the second-time pregnant mother and the father were both killed without any sign of Violence, as the Death Curse caused no visible hits, but the baby, the only in so much time, was miraculously alive. Decisions had to be made.
A cat of serious looking had been all the day near the farm but no one seemed to have seen her presence, the cat's mission was observe how the family was and how the baby would live after its parents dead. She was convinced that they had chosen the perfect decision, Harry would grow up in a wizard family that will care of him and love him as a child of their own, as in fact, it was to be because he was only one year old.
During the day, the cat observed the future adoptive mother and father doing his habitual duties, they were a family that will not pass easily as a wizard family, because, even if they were pure-blood, they worked peacefully and quietly as farmers. While doing no magic work altough they were wizards and had been educated at Vensterburg South African School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, the one and only school of magic in South Africa and used magic always in their daily life. They were great players of quidditch also and both had been in their respective teams of their houses in school.
They were no famous people.
-Sweetheart, I think its time to go sleep, we've had a rough day today with the animals and I think tomorrow we will have a surprise outside, said François, the tall, blonde afrikaner men.
- What?-said Vanina- his wife? what surprise? Its nice or bad?
- Its about what we talked of children some weeks ago, it's in certain way, a duty we have to fulfill-said he.
Ok-she said.
Next day it was still dark at 6:00 in the morning when Vanina get to have her daily walking around the farm, she took her wand preventing any attack that could happen on behalf to what her husband told she. She, like the man of his life, was a blonde and tall woman, she used to have his long-till waist hair putted up in a topknot over her head, as she was a very religious women and only had her hair without a topknot in very special occasion or when she wanted to look more attractive than what she habitually was. Her inacessible ice-blue eyes were open.
As she walked and completed her walking, when she returned home and was to enter the house, she almost got paralized.
A baby inside a sleeping bag was sleeping profoundly and he had a scar on the front with the shape of a thunder, it seemed to be recent, and it contained a note which she would read later, she took the baby inside the home where François was waiting with the breakfast at the table.
