I was at my house, when I felt that something was wrong at the Potter's house. I grabbed the keys to my Fury and drove as fast as I could to Gordric's Hallow. I saw the devastation the house was in. Then heard another 'crack' of someone apperating. I followed the magical signature, and I apparated car and all onto the street of Number 4 Privet Drive in Surrey England. It was there that I was greeted by an old friend and Headmaster.

"Hello Adrian, I see that you saw the house?"

That one question put a great weight on me. "Indeed I did Albus. Why? Why did that stupid grandson of mine think he could fight him off? I should've been there!"

"You know that reason. It was because he wanted to protect the only other family that you have left here." Albus Dumbledore turned towards me then. "Were you ever going to tell him? Besides, you only placed wards to warn you. You wouldn't have been able to see the house." He said as I got out. Then, we started walking.

I sighed. "I know that but…" I sighed. "I guess you're right. I wish I would have told him who I was sooner. Maybe then this wouldn't have happened. I was going to train him, teach him the ways of the Keyblade, and in time he would've become a Master. But, that's long gone now."

"I know how you feel. I lost my sister a long time ago. But, if you dwell on it, it doesn't make the pain lessen at all." Then he turned the conversation to lighter matters. "I'm surprised you didn't use your other car."

"I wanted to, but a Batmobile would be a little inconspicuous don't you think?"

"Yes, it would've been. But you'd have been able to get here just as fast flying."

As we were walking, there was a Tabby cat just sitting on the wall, not looking the least bit surprised in seeing us. I watched as my old professor used his Putter-Outer until there was only the two of us and a pair of glowing eyes on the street.

I smiled knowingly at who it was. "Hello Minerva. Fancy seeing you here."

I turned and in the place of the cat was a severe looking woman with square glasses, an emerald robe, a high bun, and was slightly frazzled.

"How did you guess?"

"My dear professor, a cat doesn't have distinct markings of glasses around the eyes for one. Two, I've never in all my years see a cat sit so still and rigid."

"You'd be stiff to if you had to sit on a brick wall all day."

"All day? When you could be out celebrating? I passed at least a dozen feasts and parties on my way here."

As they were talking, I conjured up a quill and a piece of parchment. I walked to my car and started writing on the hood. It read thus:

11/01/1995

To my dear granddaughter Petunia Dursley nee Evans,

I would like to introduce myself once again. You may know me as Vladimir Knight, but my real name is Adrian Jacobs-Heart. I was dear friends with your sister Lily and your brother-in-law James at school. If you read the letter Dumbledore gave you, then you know your sister is dead. Her death was caused by none other than Lord Voldemort. But, back to the reason I'm writing this. You see Tuney, I remember when we were kids and you were jealous of Lily for going to Hogwarts. You were jealous because she got to see things that were once thought of as myth and legend.

You wanted to go and experience that yourself, and I don't blame you. But, you see, there is a reason that Harry is here. Even when you estranged yourself from Lily, James, and Harry, she still loved you no matter what. She wrote in her will, which I witnessed to, that she was sorry that you didn't have any magical talent and wished that you were there with her always. Second, she put you in there because if there were no others to be found that could care for Harry, she knew that in time you would love him. Thirdly, I hope you're sitting down for this, you DO have magic. You young lady come from a long line of squibs. For you see, you are descended from Rowena Ravenclaw, one of the founders of Hogwarts. It took some digging, but, I finally found it. If this is the case, Dudley might be going to Hogwarts. Unfortunately, I need to train him my way.

You see, your sister married into one of the most powerful positions there is. Your brother in law was the Heir to Kingdom Hearts, and Heir to a co-founder of Hogwarts. Now, I believe now would be the time for explanations. For you see, there will be a game that people will think to be a work of fiction, when in fact it will be reality. It's called Kingdom Hearts. Please read as much as you can about it. For it is true. You my granddaughter are the Heir to the position of Protector of the Door and the Keeper of Peace to the realms of Light and Darkness, as is Harry, for he and Dudley are the last male descendants of my line. But, I implore you Petunia, please keep Harry safe. I know you better than you think. Even though you were jealous of Lily, you still loved her with all your heart. As you have been reading this, there was magic bringing back all the good memories you had together as children. The memories of when she would write to you, and you were amazed at what she was learning. I say again Tuney, please keep Harry safe, for he is more powerful than you know. Please, if you truly loved your sister tell Dudley about his family, when Vernon's gone off to work of course, for he needs to know who he needs to protect. Because my dear granddaughter, Albus and I are of one mind, Voldemort WILL return one day. That's why I can't stress this enough for Harry's safety. I will talk to Albus about having Dudley go to Hogwarts magic or not. I will train him there. Also, if you ever need a place to stay, just call. You'll know how when the time comes. Familia est quaedam potentia intelligentis . Family is power.

Sincerely,

Your beloved grandfather

Lord and High Protector of the Door and the Realms of Light and Darkness

Adrian Michael Jacobs-Heart

P.S.

Burn this when you're done.

I finished writing the letter and sealed it with my own magic so that only Petunia could open it. I walked back to Minerva and Albus. It seemed they were talking about a certain gamekeeper.

"You think it - wise - to trust Hagrid with something as important as this?"

"I'd trust Hagrid with my life," Dumbledore said.

"I know this for a fact Minnie. He wouldn't let anything happen to Harry, intentional or accidental."

"I'm not saying that his heart isn't in the right place," McGonagall said grudgingly, "but you two can't tell me that he's somewhat careless. He does tend to - what was that?"

There was a low rumbling sound that broke the silence around us. It was growing slowly louder as we looked up and down the street for the signs of a headlight; it swelled to a roar and we looked up in the sky to see a huge motorcycle fall out of the air, and coming to land in front of us. If the motorbike was huge, it was nothing compare to the man striding it. He was twice as tall as a normal man and at least five times as wide. He looked simply too big to be allowed, and so wild looking- with his long tangles of black hair and a beard covering most of his face, hands the size of a standard trash can lid, and his feet were covered in leather boots that could be compared in size to baby dolphins. But, despite his size, and for the few who knew him, he was a kind and gentle giant. For in his vast and strong arms, he was carrying a bundle of blankets.

"Hagrid," Dumbledore said sounding relieved. "At last. And where did you get that motorcycle?"

"Borrowed it, Professor Dumbledore, sir," Hagrid told us. He gently got off the bike so as not to disturb his passenger. "Young Sirius Black lent it to me. I got him sir."

"No problems, were there?"

"No, sir – I got there just after you did Adrian," he said turning to me.

"Oh?"

"Saw that Fury of yours disappear while I was still flying. As you saw, the house was nearly destroyed. I got him out before the muggles started swarmin' around. He fell asleep as we were flyin' over Bristol."

The three of us walked towards the little bundle of blankets that held a barely visible sleeping baby boy. He had a tuft of messy black hair on his head like his late father James. But, beneath that, we saw a scar in the shape of a lightning bolt.

"Is that where -?" Minnie whispered.

"Yes," Dumbledore said. "He'll have that scar forever."

"It will be known throughout our world. It will be a mark of fame…and a curse."

Three sets of eyes turned toward me.

"A curse? He will be famous! Every child will know his name. There will be books written about him, he'll be a legend!"

"And he will never have a normal life!" I snapped. "He'll be hunted, feared, and revered to all that know him!"

Hagrid, Albus, and Minerva looked at me gob smacked.

"How do you come to that conclusion," asked my old headmaster.

"You three know the prophecy. Voldemort," I saw Hagrid and Professor McGonagall wince, "marked him as his equal. But," I turned to the sleeping bundle. "He will be strong. Even now, his core is on par with James'. He was a strong Auror in his own right, besides Sirius of course."

We all turned to look at the small bundle that was Harry James Potter.

"By the time he receives his letter, he will be as strong as Snape. By the time his Fifth Year comes to pass, he will be as strong, if not stronger than you, Headmaster. In his Sixth, he might rival Merlin himself. By the time he reaches his Seventh Year, he'll have three quarters if not all of my power."

"Blimey!" Hagrid exclaimed.

"Good heavens," Minerva said shocked.

"Oh my," my old Headmaster said a little shocked.

I sighed. "But I will have to bind his power. A person that strong is not needed in this world yet."

"How much are you willing to bind?"

"I'm willing to bind half. He'll still be strong, but the only thing that will unleash his power is a truly traumatic event, or if I myself release it. But, if you have noticed, there are two others, in that very house, who will keep him safe. One who also will be strong, given enough time and training."

"You can't mean?" Minnie stared. "No! I've watched them and that horrid little boy of theirs! That man is more horrible than his wife! The boy was crying for sweets and his mother gave him twice the amount he asked for. That family is horrible even by our standards."

"That is why I'm giving this letter to the woman," I said holding up said letter. "She knows not the power she has, nor does the child."

"May I see the letter my boy?"

I handed Albus the letter. I unsealed it, watched him read it, and when he was done, his eyes shone with tears, and that twinkle I knew.

"Is it true? Is that line finally found again?"

"Yes. Took me nearly fifty years, but I finally found the long lost line of Rowena Ravenclaw. Her two heirs are in that house. The third is in Hagrid's hands."

"I don't think I can take many more surprises tonight," Minnie said shocked.

I looked and saw Hagrid opening and closing his mouth like a fish out of water, apparently shocked into silence.

"What of the boy? He too would be powerful in his own."

"By the time he reaches his Seventh Year, he'll have an eighth of my power. He'd be on par with you Dumbledore. By the time he reaches mid-twenties, he'll be on par with Merlin. By the time he reaches his early or mid-fifties, he'll be on par with Harry and me."

"Are you sure you want to train him? He too would be hunted won't he, by other forces of darkness?"

"Not as long as he stays under the protective enchantments of Hogwarts, or here under the blood wards. Now, I believe it's time for us to say good-bye."

"Could I – could I just hold him one more time, sir?"

I nodded and Albus held out Harry for Hagrid. He took him in his arms and lay what must've been a very scratchy, itchy, and whiskery kiss on Harry's forehead. As Hagrid gave my grandson back to the Headmaster, he let out a wail.

"Hagrid, shush! You'll wake the Muggles." McGonagall hissed.

"S-s-sorry," Hagrid sobbed. He pulled out a spotted handkerchief and blew his nose. "But, I c-ca-can't - stand it - Lily an' James dead - and now poor little Harry off ter live with Muggles." He turned to me. "Can't you take him? He is family after all."

I decided to try and comfort the gentle giant. "I know it's hard for you Hagrid, leaving Harry like this. And no, I can't. They didn't know who I really was, who I really am to them. But two of those Muggles will love him with all their hearts. I put some magic on that letter I showed to the professor. Ancient magic that can help Mrs. Dursley remember what her sister tried to do, all the good memories they had, and all the love they shared together. Besides, you'll see him again. You know that don't you?"

"He's right Hagrid. I'll make sure that you personally pick up Harry to take him to Diagon Alley," Professor Dumbledore said stepping over the little garden wall. He gently laid Harry on the doorstep and put his letter to Petunia in the blankets. I also walked over the wall and laid my letter underneath his. Before we left, I gave Harry a blessing. One I knew that would one day come true in the fullness of time.

"Harry James Potter, I bless you so that you know even though you may feel alone, and have no one to turn to, you'll always have friends who care for you. In your darkest moments, and you feel that there's no one that loves you, you'll always find family. When you feel weak, just know you have power beyond measure. I give you this blessing so that you may have friends and family wherever you go. For you my grandson, one day you will be a Child of All. You will have family beyond measure, and love will abound within it. You are my Heir, and I will be with you always. No matter where I am and no matter where you go." I kissed his little head right next to his scar. I watched as it briefly flashed white, and disappeared.

I checked on him with my own magic and found he had just a little more than when I sealed some of it away. I stood up and whispered to my old professor, "There's now one less thing we need to worry about."

"You mean…"

"He absorbed it Albus. It's now a part of him. We don't need to worry about him for a long time yet."

We both walked back over the wall, and for a full minute the four of us just stood there. Hagrid was still dabbing his eyes, Professor McGonagall was blinking furiously, and the Headmaster had a dim twinkle in his eyes.

"Well," Dumbledore said finally "that's, that. There's no reason for us to stay here any longer. We may as go join in the celebrations."

"Yeah," Hagrid said a little muffled. "I'll take Sirius his bike back. G'night Professor McGonagall – Vladamir – Professor Dumbledore, sir."

We watched him swing onto the bike and kick started it; with a roar it rose into the air and off into the night.

I turned to the two remaining people on the street. "Would you guys like a ride back to the castle? You would fit very comfortably inside." I saw Professor McGonagall looked a little nervous. "I assure you, it's very safe."

"I would be delighted my dear boy. I always liked the classics. But riding side along in a car? I'm sure it would be fun."

That seemed to get Minerva out of her apprehension. "I guess so. Thank you Adrian."

We all walked to my Fury. We all got in and I started her up. I drove up to the corner where the Headmaster could put back all the light. When he did, I drove for a bit, and with a crack we disappeared.