A: so... this one's kinda out in left field... slightly beyond Luna...
K: but that doesn't mean that you shouldn't like it...
A: or judge it prematurely...
K: just enjoy it...
A: and review...
Disclaimer: We plead the Fifth
Chapter One: La Empieza
Avoiding the other's eyes, a tall, thin and strict looking elderly lady glared up at the starless night sky, her long black robes billowing out around her in the slight breeze. "I do not understand why you want to leave the boys here of all places, Albus. These people are the worst sort of muggles."
"They are Harry's last relatives. I believe that the boy deserves to know his family, Minerva," Albus replied, following her gaze with a warmer approach, his extensive robes seeming to be immune to the pull and tug of the chilly air.
Minerva turned to the man now, taking in his baby blues, long silver beard and half-moon spectacles. He turned to face her, a simply sad smile of recognition displaying itself on his lips. He wanted her to understand something, but she could only guess at what it was for he gave no further hints. "But why not simply place the boy with a family around here so that he knows his family? And why Draco Malfoy as well?"
The smile left his face entirely and a look of pain flashed across his face so quickly that Minerva never noticed the twinge, just the lack of smile. "Young Draco's parents have been deemed unfit to raise a child and it is my wish that the boys consider each other family. Do not worry, Minerva. The boys will be perfectly fine here."
She was a woman who never hid her emotions and her face now demonstrated her skepticism. "But—"
As it was, before she could voice her opinion, a loud roaring could be heard from miles around. She would have started arguing about that too; however, she knew it would have been useless, nobody could argue any point with such a racket. A large black motorcycle began to take shape in the sky as the noise escalated. Her first thought was that Sirius Black was flying towards them, as the motorcycle drew nearer she could only place it as his.
When the vehicle came to a halt on the cement driveway, it became apparent that the rider was not Sirius Black but instead a tall man, about the size of the garage in which he had parked his flying motor vehicle in front of. He was harrier than Big Foot was assumed to be and much burlier. In his arms were two bundles wrapped in soft white blankets.
He teetered off of the bike, careful not to drop either baby and lumbered up to Albus, husky voice shaky and low but still louder than the average humans, "I got 'em, Professor Dumbledore, sir. Just fell asleep."
Albus Dumbledore nodded with a tiny smile, taking one baby and motioning to Minerva to take the other from the traveler before praising him, "Very good, Hagrid." Minerva took the baby and she and Albus walked up to the doorstep, she more reproachful than he was, as they placed the infants on the doorstep. Albus stepped back as if leaving two children on a doorstep was common place, even among muggles. He paused a moment, watching them curl around each other for warmth in the cool autumn breeze before reaching into his robes.
From their purple depths he withdrew a large parchment envelope. On the front in black, flowing handwriting were the address of their current location, Number 4 Private Drive, and the names of the family already living here. Petunia and Vernon Dursely.
All three of them left shortly after that. The stars seemed to return to the sky as they left, street lamps flickering back on. The breeze, however grew faint as the motorcycle roared back to life and became indistinguishable among the clouds above the little houses of Private Drive.
The next morning, the two babies lying on the front porch were awoken by a horrible screeching noise as Petunia Dursley opened her front door in search of the morning paper and found instead two children with opposing hair colors there instead.
"VERNON!" She screeched again as the two little boys began to wail, matching her high pitched tones.
"Yes, Pet?" A large round man appeared in the doorway, mustache twitching as she continued to scream for him after he had arrived, somewhat slowly, to her side.
"There are two babies on our doorstep!" She moved aside so that he could see them.
He wrinkled his nose in disgust, neither looked like anyone he knew and he wasn't particular to children. "Well? Whose are they?"
Petunia glared at her husband, sniffing, "I don't know but there's a letter," thinking that he had inferred that she was a busybody of some sort.
Vernon, clearly having no idea that he had offending his wife in the slightest stared at her as if she were daft, "Well?"
She sniffed again, and read silently to herself, eyes growing larger and larger with every sentence she completed. Giving a longer pause then necessary to make Vernon feel as if he was missing out on something important she replied, "The blonde's name is Draco Malfoy and the other is Harry Potter. They're both her lot."
Vernon began to turn a deep shade of purple and retorted instantly, "Then get rid of them. I don't want them contaminating Dudley."
"We can't," She whispered in a horrified tone, making the morning suddenly more dramatic than just two orphaned children sitting on her doorstep. Her face paled as she explained," The letter says that we have to keep them. If we don't they will find us."
Vernon's face continued to purple as fear flooded his face and his mustache twitched in irritation. Finally he stated, "Fine. Make sure that they aren't anywhere near Dudley."
Petunia was shaking, but managed to nod, "Yes, Vernon," when in reality she was wondering how she was to take care of them without touching them. What if their condition rubbed off on her, or worse, Dudley?
-El fin del capítulo uno-