Chapter one- The Girl Who Lived
Notice: I imagine my female Harry to look look like Georgie Henley.
On a dull, grey ordinary Tuesday morning Mr Vernon and Mrs Petunia Dursley of number 4 Privet Drive woke up. This family was a perfectly ordinary family, nothing odd about them. Mr Dursley was a potato sized man with a short neck and greying hair. He worked for a firm called Grummings that made drills. Mrs Dursley was a thin bony tall woman who was the opposite in terms of size to Mr Dursley: she had a long neck like an ostrich, high cheek bones, and short black curly hair with beady looking eyes. They had a very young son called Dudley who showed as being the perfect embodiment as Mr Dursley in both looks and personality only with Petunia Dursley's black hair.
Petunia was a house wife while Vernon went to work. He first noticed a cat reading a newspaper then the road sign but soon forgot about it. As he drove he noticed another odd occurrence on the roads: people were dressed in all different coloured cloaks with pointy hats talking excitedly in groups. He had rolled down the window and managed to catch snippets of the conversation of a group of fairly old people on the corner as he passed them by.
"Did you hear? The Potters, that's right, that's what I heard yes, their daughter, Reyna."
He soon forgot this again though, as he thought the Potter's were a fairly popular name that it could have been anyone not one related to his wife's side of the family. As he went to work and sat with his back to a clear window with a lovely view owls were flying about that normally come out till night.
As he drove home he saw that the cat had moved to sit on the wall of his home and just decided that he would try to forget the strange occurrences of this day.
Later on when the neighbourhood had gone to sleep an owl that was sitting on the street sign flies off before an old man wearing a purple cloak and pointy hat came forth, looking like he just appeared out of nowhere. He stops next to it and takes out a strange looking cigarette lighter looking device that brings all the light out of the lampposts to it, one by one, leaving the street in darkness. As he puts away the device the cat that now sat in front of him that was sitting on the Dursley's front wall meows. This man was Albus Dumbledore and he looked down at the tabby cat.
"I should have known that you would be here...Professor McGonagall," Albus spoke to the cat, watching as the shadow of it on the wall steadily grew taller into a human shape.
It was revealed to be Professor McGonagall, who was an old lady with a strict looking persona and was wearing an emerald green cloak and a black pointy hat with glasses that were in the exact same place as they black lines around the cats eyes were. "Good evening, Professor Dumbledore. Are the rumours true, Albus?" she asks him, worried as they start walking towards number 4 Privet Drive.
"I'm afraid they are Professor. The good and the bad."
"... And the girl?"
"Hagrid is bringing her," Albus quickly reassured her.
"Do you think it wise to trust Hagrid with something as important as this?"
They stopped in front of the path leading to 4 Privet drive. "Ah, Professor, I would trust Hagrid with my life."
They look up as they heard the sound of the engine of a motorbike getting closer and closer to them. A motorbike that has its headlights on appeared in the darkness. It skidded slightly onto the street and halted in front of them. The motorbike and lights are turned off and off gets a giant of a man with long dark brown tangly hair and beard wearing a massive brown leather coat and goggles that is carrying a small bundle wrapped in a pink blanket. This man is named Rubeus Hagrid who takes off his goggles and faces Albus and Minerva, cradling the bundle.
He speaks with a deep warm voice; nowhere near as threatening as he might sound or seem to others that don't know him. "Professor Dumbledore, Sir. Professor McGonagall."
"No problems, I trust, Hagrid?" Dumbledore asks him.
"No, sir. Little tyke fell asleep just as we were flying over Bristol. Heh. Try not to wake her. There you go." He carefully handed the bundle which was in fact a little baby girl over to Dumbledore.
Albus and Minerva walk towards the Dursley's door with the child while Hagrid stayed at the entrance.
"Albus, do you really think it's safe, leaving her with these people? I've been watching them all day. They're the worst sort of Muggles imaginable. They really are..." Minerva was cut off gently by Albus.
"The only family she has," he told her. They stop outside the door.
"This girl will be famous," Minerva stated in awe. "There won't be a child in our world who doesn't know her name."
"Exactly," Albus agreed. "She's better off growing up away from all that. Until she is ready," they looked down at the child when they heard Hagrid snuffle and cough and look up to find him crying. "There, there, Hagrid," he comforted him. "It's not really good-bye, after all."
Hagrid nods in agreement before Albus takes a letter out of his cloak and places it on the baby, who was now placed at the foot of the door. Looking at the baby you could see she had a visible lightning-bolt shaped scar on the right side of her forehead.
"Good luck...Reyna Potter," Albus wished before the three vanished off into the night, the lampposts re-lighted and the only thing different was the baby on the doorstep.
~RP~
The next morning when Petunia would go outside to fetch her milk bottles she would get the shock of her life by finding her sisters daughter on her doorstep. She screamed.