A/N: My first Harry Potter fanfic. If I say that this is AU, you can't chastise me on it being completely unrelated. This is AU.

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The Founder's Adoption

Chapter 1

The First Adoption

"To Andrew Potter! The Boy-Who-Lived!"

All over magical Britain, every witch and wizard celebrated the impossible magical feat accomplished by what must be the new savior of the wizarding world.

But in the Potter's house, far away in Godric's Hollow, a hasty decision was made.

"Harry needs his own life, he needs to grow up outside of the shadow his brother will always cast over him. The twin of the Boy-Who-Lived will be a sentence to everlasting overcast. And Andrew will always be training…," Dumbledore told the determined Lily Potter.

"He's a squib, and a mighty disgrace to the Potter family. The twin of the Boy-Who-Lived, a squib! The Prophet would be all over us in seconds. Better to say that he went missing… or never existed in the first place. We didn't advertise the fact we had too much…" Lily pondered.

"If that's your decision—"

"It is."

"Then I'll take him to an orphanage in London. When Andrew's eleven and at Hogwarts, you could readopt him and get him to forgo his inheritance. It's a shame that he was the firstborn."

He took the young child in his arms, acknowledging the lightning-bolt scar, which he determined as where Andrew had rebounded the curse off of his brother.

Yes, Dumbledore thought. The boy-who-lived must grow up alone.

And he left the house with a crack of apparition.

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"We might as well begin the tradition now, Helga. The boy needs us and our guidance. He's no squib, I honestly have no clue on how that old bat thought he was. He's such a powerful wizard, and I have seen what he and his witch will become," Rowena Ravenclaw reasoned.

They were currently living in the Founder's Tower, a part of Hogwarts but protected by a very powerful Fidelius charm, one only the three remaining founders knew the location of. There they had lived for the past 1000 years, thanks to Rowena's extreme talent in alchemy, which helped her make a sorcerer's stone.

After Salazar Slytherin had left the school with the knowledge of Horcruxes, the Stone had been created so the remaining founders could protect their student should he ever return. One by one, however, they found the need to disappear into the Tower, where they would simply watch, not teach. They saw the headmasters grow old, some manipulative, like the current one, some always looking out for everyone and their well being. Like one that they haven't seen in nearly two hundred years.

But now Rowena could tell that the baby wizard from her vision needed them. "I saw it, Helga. We have to raise and teach the children, or Hogwarts will fall, even wit hour help."

"Are you sure, Row? I mean, they're only one and two! We can't teach them much until they are of age!" Helga protested.

"And this is when I tell you that these children aren't even normal in that sense. If we raise them starting now, then they will be much more mature when the time comes."

"Alright," Helga sighed. "I do miss interacting with children. Godric will find this ever so amusing, anyway. So where are we going, and who exactly are we looking for?"

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"Hello, I'm looking to adopt a young boy here, recently arrived, if possible," Godric requested roughly.

He wasn't in the best of moods. Late last night, Helga and Rowena decided to adopt a young boy and girl, practically babies, so they could train them. To the rest of the wizarding world, he was supposed a squib. to Rowena's mind, he was going to save Hogwarts when they couldn't in the future, along with his witch. Of course, they made this decision while he was asleep, so he had just learned this morning that he had to go to Sunny Days Orphanage with Rowena to pick him up. He scowled some more, bothered by the disturbingly unusual muggle outfits said witch had dragged him off to buy before arriving.

Normally when they went out into the muggle world, which they did to buy food, necessary supplies, etc., they could wear a simple coat or sweater over their robes and no one would be the wiser.

"We don't want to alarm the boy!" Helga had protested. So now he was decked out in a muggle dress shirt and jeans at 8 0' clock in the morning next to an anxious witch, talking to a perky muggle about adopting a boy he had known about for a hour. It was just like Rowena and Helga to go off and make decisions without him. Not his fault that he was asleep! The bright side to this was that he would be able to raise a son. He always wanted to be a father.

"Yes, a young boy was just admitted here last night, would like to see him?" The orphanage lady, who's name was apparently Meirelle, asked brightly.

"Of course!" Rowena exclaimed, beaming beside him.

Meirelle disappeared behind a curtain towards the orphanage dorms, motioning for them to stay where they were.

"So who is his witch exactly? Do you even know where to find her? And what do you even mean by 'his' witch?" Godric pressed. He had been trying to pry more information out of Rowena every time they were away from muggles since they dropped the bomb on him. She had simply dragged him out of the tower, telling him they needed to run an errand, then told him while on the muggle subway. The witch was extremely stubborn when in the muggle world. 'When in the muggle world, do as the muggles do.' she would say.

"Not telling, yes, and not telling," Rowena sighed. She was getting tired of Godric's constant interrogation. You would think after a thousand years of living together that he would get the hint when she didn't want to talk. That being said, she was greatly relieved when Meirelle came back with the adorable baby wizard before the oaf next to her could fire off another round.

"this is Harry Potter. He was left here late last night wrapped in a blanket, along with a letter stating his name and birthday," the woman said, bouncing the giggling baby boy in her arms. He had messy jet black hair, emerald green eyes, and a lightning bolt scar in the middle of his forehead.

"Oh Merlin, Godric, he's adorable!" Rowena cooed, taking the little boy in her arms when Meirelle offered him.

"I'm Hawwy!" Harry said, beaming at Rowena. "He's the one?" Godric asked, his eyes softening at the sight of the innocent smile on the young wizard's face. Meirelle looked hopeful.

"Hes the one. Definitely," Rowena determined. "Hello Harry, do you want to come home with us? Do you want to be our son?" she asked, looking back at him.

"Be my mummy?"

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"What do you mean, a squib?" James Potter yelled at his sobbing wife.

"Dumbledore said so! He said that he felt no magic within Harry's core!" she told him.

"Well then. Well then it's best that we got rid of him. A disgrace to have the Boy-Who-Lived's brother a squib. Did he say where he was putting him?"James decided.

"Some Orphanage in London, Sunny Days, I think," Lily said quietly.

"Good. We'll know if he's magical or not by the time he turns eleven, if he gets a Hogwarts letter. By then Andrew will be off t school, so even if he is a squib, then we can adopt him back."

"Whatever for?"

"He's still our son, Lils. The public just won't rest if they find out now. Best it be left alone until this has all settled down a tad bit."

"And this is why I love you."

My first Harry Potter fanfic, first chapter done! Any advice, anything you want to happen, just click the little review button down there and tell me! Not sure how serious of a fic this will be just yet, but I'll figure it out. 5 reviews until I start writing the next chapter, so if you want it up, take a minute. Unfortunately, school started for me, so it could take a week or so, damn teachers giving homework on the first day. Guess that's just the world progressing.

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~ Tilaliastorm