It was a very calm and quiet night for October, with the wind stilled and the half moon casting a pale silver glow over the small British town. No one was out and about, instead at home in bed, as people should be at twelve o'clock midnight.

However, if you looked close enough, one could make out two figures in black robes and hooded cloaks near the entrance of an alleyway. And if you listened diligently, you could decipher words passed between the two.

"Why are we here, of all places?" hissed the first figure. It was a woman's voice, if you listened carefully. "We shouldn't be out like this; a Muggle is sure to look out their window and see us."

"All the Muggles are asleep. Besides, we're safe here, they won't find us. This is the last place they'd expect us to be," said the second figure, a man. The woman let out a breath she had been holding in.

"I trust you. But this is the last time we will ever meet openly in the Muggle's world. Agreed?"

"Agreed," promised the man.

In the faint light of the moon, the woman smiled a small, grateful smile. "Now, let's get this over with."

"Do you have the package?" the man asked.

From the folds of her gown, the woman produced a small box wrapped tightly in brown paper, held securely by a white string. She handed it to the man who turned it over a few times before tucking it in his pocket.

"Thank you, Topaz. Because of your bravery, she might stand a chance. She will be hidden from the powers of Voldemort until she is of age," the man assured.

In the silvery light, a tear glinted in the woman's eye. "I trust you will take care of my child, Albus."

The man put a hand on the woman's shoulder. "My dear, no harm will get to her as long as I am around."

"That's not a promise you can keep. Voldemort will find her eventually, and he will hunt her down until he does, like he's doing now with Lily's son. Please, Albus, look after my baby as long as you can," the woman pleaded, more tears evident now.

The corners of the man's eyes crinkled as he smiled. "I promise, Topaz, if my name isn't Albus Dumbledore."

A loud screech was barely audible in the distance. The woman's face grew scared and the man's ashen.

"You must leave now, child. They know we're here. Go!" The man shooed the woman off, and in a flash of black robes, she was gone. He stared after the spot where she disappeared and looked down at the soft bundle in his arms.

A sleeping baby's face was just visible in the poor light, the young features innocent and angelic. "Come now, little one," the man said. "We must leave while we still can. You have a destiny to fulfill."