Disclaimer- I do not own harry potter
Voldemort gave Harry Potter a gruesome grin. "You may have had your mommy to save you last time, but not anymore!" Voldemort hissed pointing his wand at Harry and muttering a killing spell under his breath. Harry, worn out and tired to block the spell but was too late. The spell hit him in the chest and crowds of death eaters began to surround the boy. Voldemort cackled but suddenly his face was forged with horror. There where a dead 15 year old boy should have laid was... a baby. The same baby Voldemort had tried to kill 15 years ago. Harry Potter. The death eaters watched with interest as their lord pointed his wand at baby Harry and began to howl. "avada kedavra!" "avada kedavra!" The killing spell nearly hit the baby but to Voldemort's great anger the baby disappeared. The crowd turned to each other in disbelief. Who had saved the boy?! There question was answered when a voice familiar to all filled the room.
"He shall not be killed as long as I live!" Albus Dumbledore's voice flitted through the silent hallway.
"Then both of you shall die!" Voldemort vowed silently as the death eater's began to stumble out of the room. "I'll make sure of it!"
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Albus Dumbledore paced around his office. "Voldemort's spell is too strong, I cannot even change back Harry!" He turned to Minerva McGonagall who held baby Harry in her arms.
"Perhaps this shall be a chance for Harry to have a good childhood!" Minerva answered. "He never has had a family before!"
"Who shall care for him?" Albus retorted with a small frown.
Minerva McGonagall gave a smug smile. "I think I know someone who is in need of a family as well!"
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