A Harry Potter Story Chapter 1: Prologue The Attack, a harry potter fanfic

Disclaimer: Harry Potter and it's characters do not belong to me. They belong to belong to J.K. Rowling. Sailor Moon and it's characters also do not belong to me. They belong to Takeuchi Naoko and Kodansha. Also belongs to Bandai, Disney, Toei Animation.

Authors note: I am using a few of the Characters from Sailor Moon in this story; however, while in this story, they will not be super heroes. They are meant to be witches or wizards in the story. I got the idea to do this story from reading stories from authors such as Beth-chan the ultimate H/U fan who wrote the story known as 'Wizards in Japan at the Magical Room!' and Cindra who is currently writing her 'Harry Potter The Boy Who Lives' series. I would also like to give a shout out to OCMICKEY who helped me out with the reaction James had to the Cruciatus Curse as well as for most of the conversation that goes on between Remus and Dumbledore. After correspondence with Cindra, I have decided to try and take my story in a new way. I hope you like it.

A Harry Potter Story: Book 1

Author: Thunderbird

Co-Author: Guardian of the Angels

Beta-reader: OCMICKEY

Rated: Unknown

Prologue

'The Attack'

The country of England was in the grip of an evil mad man's quest for power. The man's name was Tom Marvolo Riddle, but he went around calling himself Lord Voldemort. Lord Voldemort as he was now called went on a killing spree with a bunch of witches and wizards who were drawn to his side with the promise of power. They killed people with no magical powers what so ever. These people were known in the magical world as muggles. Lord Voldemort and his followers also killed muggle-born witches and wizards as well as half bloods. Muggle-borns are witches and wizards whose parents have no magical powers what so ever, while half-bloods are witches and wizards who have either a mother or father with magical powers and backgrounds.

Many people in the wizarding world were against Lord Voldemort and his followers. One certain family who was among these people were the Potters. The husband's name was James Harold Potter. He was a tall man with a median build; he had messy black hair and hazel colored eyes. James also wore a pair of glasses so that he could see. His wife's name was Lily Elizabeth Potter. Lily was a tall thin woman with long shoulder length red hair, and she had deep green emerald eyes. The Potters had two sons, both twins each closely resembled the other. The only difference was that their son Darien Endymion Potter had his father's hazel eyes, while their other son, Harry James Potter had emerald green eyes like their mother.

A prophecy dealing with the Potter Family one day foretold that a child would be born to parents who had thwarted Lord Voldemort three times and that he would have a power that the dark lord knows not. The problem with this was that due to the fact that they had twins, no one knew for sure who the prophesied chosen one was.

The twins were both born on July 31, 1980. And for the Potter family this was a gift from heaven. During the coming year, both Harry and Darien had a great life with their parents as well as for their honorary aunts and uncles and other friends of the family.

Unfortunately, there came a time in their lives when they learned that one of their own had become a spy for the dark lord. No one was certain who it was so for safety reasons the Potter family was sent into hiding. James's best friend Sirius was to be their secret keeper, but he thought that would be to obvious so he begged James to make Peter the secret keeper claiming that no one would suspect Peter of being the Potter's secret keeper. Little did anyone know that that might be the thing that gets the Potter family killed.

It was a cold dark rainy night on the night of October 31st 1981 in the quant little town of Godric's Hollow. On a one-way street sat many houses that dotted the area. One house in particular was a beautiful two story house with white painted wood walls. Inside the house, Lily was in the middle of making James and her dinner while James was in the living room reading a book. The twins, Harry and Darien were both in playpens nearby playing with a toy snitch that would zoom around them while they tried to get their pudgy little figures around it.

"James, dinner's ready! Can you turn on the baby monitor and bring the receiver in here so we can hear the twin in case they need us!" Lily called into the living room from the kitchen.

"Sure, Lily." James said as he went about doing what Lily wanted before walking into the kitchen leaving the twins in the playpen.

Sometime later, while James and Lily were still in the kitchen eating, both the twins stopped playing, because they heard a strange noise coming from outside. The twins decided to try and get their parents attention.

"Dada!" Harry yelled.

"Mama!" Darien followed suit.

"What is it?" James asked as he and Lily rushed into the room. It was at that moment that James saw a dark shadow rush past one of the windows. "Lily, take the boys and go upstairs now!" He ordered picking up one of the boys while she picked up the other. He then handed her the boy he had in his arms and gently pushed her towards the stairs.

"James what's going on?" Lily asked trying to balance both of her boys in her arms.

"I think he's here! So go now! There's no time to wait!" James ordered.

Lily quickly and carefully ran up the stairs with her boys while James got ready to face the intruders that were at that moment circling the house. A minute later, the front door was blown in by a very powerful Reducio spell. From the thick smoke from where the door came a black cloaked man whose face was covered by the hood of his robes. The only thing of his face you could see were the eyes that were snake like and red like the color of blood. This man was none other than Lord Voldemort.

"Ah, James my boy do be a good boy and step aside so that I can do away with your troublesome brat!" Voldemort ordered.

"If you think I'm going to step aside and let you just walk upstairs and kill my sons, you've got another thing coming!" James yelled.

"So, you have two sons! I wasn't told about that. Pity, good help is so hard to find." Voldemort said as a look of anger passed over his eyes. He then calmed down and a sinister laugh passed over his lips. "Do you want to know how I found out about where you were?" He asked silkily.

"Not particularly." James muttered.

"Well that's just to bad, because I'd like to see you squirm before I finally decide what to do with you. Anyway, for my enjoyment more or less yours, I was given the information as to your whereabouts by a certain rat we both know, but you know him better as Wormtail!" Voldemort said with a smug grin.

"NO! YOU'RE LYING, PETER WOULD NEVER BETRAY US TO YOU!" James roared at the top of his lungs.

"Temper, temper James." Voldemort cackled. 'It's sad but true. Your little Wormtail turned on you and has been spying on you for me. Now are you going to move or am I going to have to be violent?"

"The only way I'd let you pass was if you killed me." James hissed out in anger.

"Believe me, I'd want nothing better to do then to kill you and be done with it, but I have plans to make you suffer before I do it, so enjoy this small reprieve." Voldemort said as he raised his wand to waist level. "Crucio!"

James had been hit with Crucio many times and had screamed out during his times as an Auror, this however was different he couldn't give the psycho the satisfaction of hearing him scream. James shut his eyes tightly and screwed his mouth shut and dealt with the pain the best way he knew how. There was no way of meditating this pain away and he just refused to give Riddle the sense of satisfaction of him screaming if he somehow survived this (very unlikely in his own mind) how would he live down the humiliation of screaming and crying in front of Moldy Voldy.

After a few minutes, Voldemort stopped his fun making James feel pain then with a flick of his wand said, "Petrificus Totalus!"

"Now you will be forced to watch as I destroy the rest of your family before I finally end your pathetic life!" Voldemort sneered as he levitated James off the ground and then he turned to his Death Eaters who stood around the living room now. "I want you all to go outside and secure the house. Once that is done, come up stairs to the nursery where we can all bask in the knowledge that the Potter family will be dead." Voldemort then turned and slowly walked up the stairs with James slowly floating behind him.

Once on the second floor, Voldemort made his way slowly towards the room where the sounds of babies crying could be heard. Once he was at the door, Voldemort raised his wand and pointed it at the door.

"Reducto!" Voldemort yelled as a white light left his wand and flew towards the door, disintegrating it in an instant. Voldemort then walked into the room with James silently floating behind him still. "Ah, Lily it's so good to finally see you again. Now do be a smart mud-blood and get the hell out of the way!" Voldemort ordered.

Lily stood in front of the crib where both her sons were currently laying and wouldn't budge. "Think again Riddle! You may kill James and I but there is no way in hell he or I would ever let you get your hands on our children!"

"That could be easily arranged; however, I believe like James, I shall force you to watch as I kill your children as well. But first for your disrespectful mouth, I believe I shall make you suffer!" Voldemort stated as he raised his wand and pointed it directly at Lily. "Crucio!"

"Ahhhh!" Lily cried out in pain as she fell to her knees.

"Where's your mouth now. Mudblood? Come on, cat got your tongue?" Voldemort asked cackling.

"Hmm, I do believe I am enjoying this, but all good things must come to an end." Voldemort said as he ended the Cruciatus Curse and then shouted, "Petrificus Totalus!"

This caused Lily to stop screaming and become ramrod straight with her eyes wide frozen in horror. Voldemort then walked up to the crib while at the same time stepping over Lily's prone body.

"Ah so you are the two sons of James and Lily Potter! It is a shame I have to kill you both, but alas, I am unsure which of you will be the one to finally put an end to my life. Besides, you all will soon be joining each other together in hell! Who will be first though, that is the question? I know I'll just kill aim at the one with the eyes of his mother!" Voldemort stated as he raised his wand to face Harry. "Avada Kedavra!"

The green eerie light flew at young Harry Potter but much to the surprise of all the adults in the room, a miraculous event occurred. The killing curse struck Harry but instead of killing him, it bounced off of him and flew right back at the caster. When the killing curse struck Voldemort, it hit with such a force that it threw James and Lily into the walls that both were nearby. Each of them struck their heads on a sharp object rendering them unconscious. Young Darien was also thrown backwards but unlike his parents, he didn't strike anything when he fell unconscious.

When Voldemort's Death Eaters came into the room, they saw both James and Lily laying on the floor with some blood covering the back of their heads while their one of their sons was laying on his back unconscious as well. The other son was staring up at the masked men with deep emerald green eyes. The only sign of their leader and master were worn and tattered robes laying on the floor in front of the twins.

"What in the world is going on here? How can our master be gone?" One of the Death Eaters asked no one in particular.

"I'm not sure, but I think we'd better get out of here. I think a group of Aurors are arriving." Another Death Eater said when he heard the familiar pop of a wizard or witch Apperating.

Right at the moment that the Death Eaters disappeared from the room, a bunch or Aurors and Order of Phoenix members arrived in the room lead by Albus Dumbledore.

"JAMES! LILY!" Remus yelled as he ran to the side of his two best friends upon seeing them laying on the floor unconscious. He felt for their pulse and felt both of their pulses strong against his fingers.

"How are they Remus?" Albus Dumbledore asked concern etched in his features.

"They're unconscious but they'll live."

"Well that is good however these boys are now in severe trouble. We can assume by the cut on Harry's head that Voldemort intended to kill him and Darien, but I don't know why that has failed. How is Darien, Remus?"

"He appears to be fine but unconscious as well but I don't see any gashes or anything on him. So Professor what do we do now? It could be days before James and Lily wake up."

"Unfortunately, not days Remus I believe the type of wounds they received will leave them in a comatose state probably until they die."

"What how could that be Professor?"

"The wounds on the back of their heads are severe the most severe I have seen. I am not sure if the Natural magic that resides in all of us Magical people can repair that type of damage."

"Well then I will take the boys, and I will raise them for James and Lily until they wake up."

"Remus unfortunately I can not allow that. Your condition makes the boys a target for not just present day death eaters but for you during the complete eight day cycle of the full moon I could not allow the boys to be put in that type of danger I am sorry Remus but I can not and the Ministry will not allow that."

"So what will happen?" Remus asked with tears burning his eyes.

"They will be separated. That is the only chance they will have to live. I will place Harry with his mother's relatives and I shall place Darien here with some very distant cousins of mine." Dumbledore informed his fellow order member.

"Moody, could you and Shaklebolt along with two other members of the order take both James and Lily and move them to Hogwarts until I can find a safer place for them?" Dumbledore asked to Aurors as well as Order members.

"At once Dumbledore! Well, you heard the man! Get to work and help us move the Potters to the school at once!" Moody ordered two Auror subordinates.

"Yes sir!" One man snapped to attention before he and another wizard helped Moody and Shaklebolt take both James and Lily out of the room as well as the building.

"Now I shall take the boys with me." Dumbledore said as he lift the two boys up and gently held them in his arms. "Go home Remus, I am afraid there is nothing else you can do here tonight. And please do no follow me."

"Yes, professor." Remus said as he apperated away from the scene of his friends attack.

"Come now boys, it is time for you to go to a place where you can be safe away from Death Eaters." Dumbledore said as he too apperated away from Godric's Hollow.

The first stop on Dumbledore's errand was to a beautiful mansion located in Dublin Ireland with vast lawns and an apple orchard to the side of the grounds. An iron gate with a family crest belonging to the family who lived there was encrusted into the gate.

"Well little one, this will be your new home where no Death Eater will find you." Dumbledore said as he gazed down at one of the small babes in his arms.

Dumbledore then walked up to the gate and as if welcoming an old friend the gates opened granting entry to the old wizard and his to precious packages. As he slowly walked up the long grave walk, Dumbledore gazed out over the front lawn and the many lawn sculptures that were spaced out along the walkway. It looked like one day it would be a great place for young Darien.

Once Dumbledore got up to the main doors of the mansion, he knocked three times. It was then that a man far younger than himself answered the door. He had what appeared to be lavender colored hair and piercing blue eyes.

"Albus! What are you doing here at this time of night and who are these children that you're holding?" The man asked concern evident in his voice.

"Hello Endymion, might I come in and explain what the reasons are behind my being here as well as request a place for me to sleep for the night? It has been a long and troubling night." Dumbledore requested.

"Yes, of course! Come inside." Endymion said as she ushered the man and his precious cargo into his home.

When Dumbledore stepped inside with Endymion, both men were greeted by Endymion's wife who had long brown hair and brown eyes.

"Dumbledore, to what do we owe this honor of your visit?" The woman asked and then noticed the two babies in his arms. "And who are these two adorable children?"

"These children are the reason I am here tonight, Elizabeth. May we go into your sitting room so that I can explain the tragic events I have just come from? Also I'd like to put these two somewhere where they can sleep in peace while we talk." Dumbledore informed her.

"Yes of course. Daisy, Blaze could you two come here please!" Elizabeth called out into the entrance hall.

Soon two house elves arrived in the room at their mistress' beck and call.

"You wishes to see us mistress?" The female elf asked.

"Yes, could you and Blaze take these two children to a room for the night while Endymion and I speak with Professor Dumbledore?" Elizabeth asked as she pointed to the children Dumbledore carried.

"We's be happy to Miss." The male also known as Blaze said as he and Daisy walked over to Dumbledore and took the children from him. They then both disappeared from the hall.

"Follow us if you will Dumbledore." Endymion said as he led the professor and his wife to the sitting room.

After the three adults got settled, both Endymion and Elizabeth turned to Dumbledore and waited for him to begin his explanation for being in their home.

"Tonight, the side of light was dealt a heavy blow and a dealt a blow to the followers of darkness as well. Tonight somehow Lord Voldemort found and attacked the Potters at their hiding place at Godric's Hollow." Dumbledore began which caused Elizabeth to gasp in horror. "Now, now, the Potters are just fine; however, due to the attack they were left unconscious and I fear they shall be in a coma for some time to come. I have moved both Lily and James to Hogwarts until a safer place can be found for them until hopefully a time when they wake up."

"But what of the children?" Elizabeth asked concerned in her voice.

"They are the year old twins of the Potters; Darien and Harry Potter. We know the Death Eaters were there, we also know that when we got there, the Death Eaters left before they could finish off the children. When we entered the room, Remus Lupin who you know as a friend of the Potters rushed to their side to learn that they were very much alive only in an unconscious state. We also found Darien unconscious. Harry was sitting up staring at us with a pouty look in his eyes as if wanting to know what happened to his parents. I took the children with me after sending Remus home and came here as my first stop." Dumbledore answered.

"What is it you need from us?" Endymion asked.

"When we arrived in the nursery, we found what we suspect were the discarded robes of Voldemort laying on the ground before the boys and a scar on Harry's forehead. The Order and I suspect that when Voldemort tried to kill the boys, the killing curse backfired on the Dark Lord separating him from his body. There is a chance he could come back some time. Now due to the fact that Darien was unconscious at the time, we believe, at least I hope what he believe is true; the Death Eaters think he is dead. For this reason I think it is safe to say that if you accept my offer, I'd like to leave Darien here with you." Dumbledore said with a heavy sigh.

"You want to separate the two boys! Why?" Elizabeth asked shocked.

"Because if I'm right and I think I am, I believe Harry is the one who did away with Voldemort for the time being I think it is safe to say that he would be a target for more Death Eater attacks. I will place him with a relative of Lily in the Muggle world. I think Darien will be safe here with you due to the fact that as I said we believe the Death Eaters think he is dead as well as their parents." Dumbledore said with a sad sigh.

"Yes, of course. We'd love to take care of Darien for both James and Lily. I just hope they can be brought out of their comas." Elizabeth told him.

"So do I, Elizabeth. So do I." Dumbledore agreed.

"In the meantime, please except I hospitality for the night. It will allow the boys to spend their last day together." Endymion said with a warm smile.

"Thank you my friends. I believe I shall take you up on your offer." Dumbledore said with a smile.

Elizabeth then had another house elf show Dumbledore to a guest room while they themselves went to bed themselves.

The next night in another part of the English isles, in a small town known as Little Whinging located somewhere near London, England along a street known as Privet Drive where hardly anything happened that no one didn't know about, a cat sat on a fence across the street from a two story white painted house with a chain looped with steel bars placed every twelve feet or so in order to keep people from walking on the well manicured lawns. This house was number four in the line and if you looked close enough, you could tell that the cat didn't wish to be there.

Suddenly Dumbledore arrived on the scene. He had young Harry Potter in his left arm while with his right hand, he rummaged through his cloak, looking for something. But he did realize that he was being watched, because he looked up suddenly at the cat, which was now staring at him from across the street. For some reason, the sight of the cat seemed to amuse him.

He chuckled and muttered to himself, "I should have known."

He found what he was looking for in his inside pocket. It seemed to be a silver cigarette lighter. He flicked it open, held it up in the air, and clicked it. The nearest street lamp went out with a little pop. He clicked it again - the next lamp flickered into darkness. Twelve times he clicked the Deluminater, until the only lights left on the whole street were two tiny pinpricks in the distance, which were the eyes of the cat watching him. If anyone looked out of their window now, even the relatives of Lily Potter who lived in Number 4 Privet dr., they wouldn't have been able to see anything that was happening down on the pavement. Dumbledore then slipped the Put-Outer back inside his cloak and set off down the street toward Number 4, where he sat down on the wall next to the cat and gently positioned Harry where he wouldn't fall out of his arms.

"Fancy seeing you here, Professor McGonagall." Dumbledore said as he turned and smiled down at the tabby, but it had 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 around its eyes. She, too, was wearing a cloak, an emerald one. Her black hair was drawn into a tight bun. She looked distinctly ruffled.

"How did you know it was me?" Professor McGonagall asked perplexed.

"My dear Professor, I've never seen a cat sit so stiffly." He informed her.

"You'd be stiff if you'd been sitting on a brick wall all day." She told him.

"All day? When you could have been celebrating? I must have passed a dozen feasts and parties on my way here." Dumbledore said with a soft chuckle.

Professor McGonagall sniffed angrily. "Oh yes, everyone's celebrating, all right." She said impatiently. "You'd think they'd be a bit more careful, but no - even the Muggles have noticed something's going on. It was on their news." She jerked her head back towards the Dursleys' dark living-room window of Number 4. "I head it. Flocks of Owls…Shooting stars…Well, they're not completely stupid. They were bound to notice something. Shooting stars down in Kent - I'll bet that was Dedalus Diggle. He never had much sense."

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

"I know that." Professor McGonagall said irritably. "But that's no reason to lose our heads. People are being downright careless, out on the streets in broad daylight, not even dressed in Muggle clothes, swapping rumors."

She threw a sharp, sideways glance at Dumbledore here, as though he was going to tell her something, but he didn't, so she went on.

"A fine thing it would be if, on the very day You-Know-Who seems to have disappeared at last, the Muggles found out about us all. I suppose he really is gone, Dumbledore?" She finally asked concern written on her features.

"Yes, it would certainly seem so." Dumbledore said. "We have much to be thankful for. Would you care for a lemon drop?"

"A what?" She asked perplexed by his last question.

"A lemon drop. They're a kind of Muggle sweet I'm rather fond of." He told her.

"No, thank you." Professor McGonagall said coldly, as though she didn't think this was the moment for lemon drops. "As I say, even if You-Know-Who has gone -" she tried to continue only to be stopped by Dumbledore.

"My dear Professor, surely a sensible person like yourself can call him by his name? All this 'You-Know-Who' nonsense - for eleven years I have been trying to persuade people to call him by his proper name: Voldemort." Professor McGonagall flinched, but Dumbledore, who was pulling a lemon drop out of his pocket, seemed not to notice. "It all gets so confusing if we keep saying 'You-Know-Who.' I have never seen any reason to be frightened of saying Voldemort's name."

"I know you haven't." Professor McGonagall said, sounding half exasperated, half admiring. "But you're different. Everyone knows you're the only one You-Know- oh, all right, Voldemort, was frightened of."

"You flatter me." Dumbledore said calmly. "Voldemort has powers I will never have."

"Only because you're too - well - noble to use them." McGonagall told him.

"It's lucky it's dark. I haven't blushed so much since Madam Pomfrey told me she liked my new earmuffs." Dumbledore said with a smile.

Professor McGonagall shot a sharp look at Dumbledore and says, "The owls are nothing next to the rumors that are flying around. You know what everyone's saying? About why he's disappeared? About what finally stopped him?"

It seemed that Professor McGonagall had finally reached the point she was most anxious to discuss, the real reason she had been waiting on a cold, hard wall all day, for neither as cat nor as woman had she fixed Dumbledore with such a piercing stare as she did now. It was plain that whatever "everyone" was saying, she was not going to believe it until Dumbledore told her it was true. Dumbledore; however, was choosing another lemon drop and did not answer.

"What they're saying." She pressed on. "is that last night Voldemort turned up in Godric's Hollow. He went to find the Potters. The rumor is that Lily and James Potter are - are - that they're - dead."

"My dear Minerva, this must never get out to anyone except you, me, the Order and Madam Pomfrey. The Potters are not dead. They are safe back at the school in the hospital wing where they will stay until I can send them somewhere safe. They are in a deep coma that I am not sure they will even wake up." He informed her.

"Oh thank goodness for small miracles. What of the babies?" She asked and then it was for the first time that she noticed the small baby in his arm. "Which of the twins is he?"

"This Professor McGonagall, is young Harry Potter. His brother is safe with a distant cousin of mine in another part of England where he will be raised outside of the Death Eater's radar."

"Did Voldemort really try to kill the children?" She asked worriedly.

"Yes, it's true; however, for some reason, we are not sure about at this time. Voldemort wasn't able to do it." Dumbledore said.

"My lord!" Professor McGonagall faltered. "After all he's done…all the people he's killed…he couldn't kill either Harry or Darien? It's just astounding…of all the things to stop him…but how in the name of heaven did the boys survive?"

"As I said, Minerva." Dumbledore said. "We can only guess. And we may never know."

"Very well, but I do have something else to ask you!" Professor McGonagall said fixing him with a stern look in her eyes.

"And that would be what exactly, my dear Professor?" Dumbledore asked an amused grin crossing his lips.

"Why is it exactly that you are here, and why did you bring Harry with you?" Professor McGonagall asked.

"It's quite simply, my dear Professor." Dumbledore said with a sigh. "I have come to bring Harry to his aunt and uncle. Aside from Darien and their parents who are at this moment in a coma, these people are the only family he has left now."

"You don't mean - you can't mean the people who live here?" Professor McGonagall cried, jumping to her feet and pointing at Number 4. "Dumbledore - you can't. I've been watching them all day. You couldn't find two people who are less like us. And they've got this son - I saw him kicking his mother all the way up the street, screaming for sweets. Harry Potter come and live here!"

"It's the best place for him." Dumbledore said firmly. "His aunt and uncle will be able to explain everything to him when he's older. I've written them a letter."

"A letter?" Professor McGonagall repeated faintly, sitting back down on the wall. "Really Dumbledore, you think you can explain all this in a letter? These people will never understand him! He'll be famous - a legend - I wouldn't be surprised if today was known as Harry Potter day in the future - there will be books written about Harry - every child in our world will know his name, including his own brother who if I'm guessing right, won't know he's his brother until a later date."

"Exactly." Dumbledore said, looking very seriously over the top of his half-moon glasses. "It would be enough to turn any boy's head. Famous before he can walk and talk! Famous for something he won't even remember! Can't you see how much better off he'll be, growing up away from all that until he's ready to take it! My word, his brother will be thought dead by everyone as well so Darien will be able to grow up with out that hanging over his head. I have no doubt though that when the time comes, he too will be found out and have to live with it as well."

Professor McGonagall opened her mouth, changed her mind, swallowed, and then said, "Yes - yes, you're right, of course. Shall we get on with this then?"

"Yes, I think it is time we went about finishing our business here." Dumbledore said as she stood up from the brick wall and crossed the street with Professor McGonagall following suit.

They both stepped over the low garden wall and walked to the front door. Professor Dumbledore then laid Harry gently on the doorstep, took a letter out of his cloak, tucked it inside Harry's blankets, and then both he and McGonagall stared down at the tiny boy before they walked back over to the area across the street. They continued to stare at Number 4 Privet dr. for a few more minutes before Dumbledore decides it's time to go.

"Well." Dumbledore said finally. "That's that. We've no business staying here. We may as well go join the celebrations. I shall see you during the new school year, Minerva."

Professor McGonagall just blew her nose as she walked off into the night.

Dumbledore turned and walked back down the street. On the corner he stopped and took out the silver Put-Outer. He clicked it once, and twelve balls of light sped back to their street lamps so that Privet Drive glowed suddenly orange and he could make out a tabby cat slinking around the corner at the other end of the street. He could just see the bundle of blankets on the step of Number 4.

"Good luck, Harry." He murmured. He then turned on his heel and with a swish of his cloak, he was gone.

A breeze ruffled the neat hedges of Privet Drive, which lay silent and tidy under the inky sky, and the very last place you would expect astonishing things to happen. Harry Potter rolled over inside his blankets without waking up. One small hand closed on the letter beside him and he slept on, not knowing he was special, not knowing he was famous, not knowing he would be woken in a few hours' time by Mrs. Dursley's scream as she opened the front door to put out the milk bottles, nor that he would spend the next few weeks being prodded and pinched by his cousin Dudley…He couldn't know that at this very moment, people meeting in secret all over the country were holding up their glasses and saying in hushed voices: "To Harry Potter - the boy who lived!"

To be continued….

We hope you liked the first installment on my Harry Potter story. This chapter was a mixture of my own thoughts, my brother's as well as chapter one of Harry Potter: And The Sorcerer's Stone. Be on the look out for Chapter 1 of this story to be out as soon as we have all the details down for what we want to do in it. Be on the look out for Darien to return in the next chapter and a as the English would say a real fisticuffs to take place among certain adults. If you liked this chapter please review it at the bottom of the screen.

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