disclaimer i own nothing besides the plot my OC's and the creature's who run around in my head
It was a dark night in a road where all the houses were the same with neatly trimmed lawns, clean roads and driveways, a street light every so often. The only indicators of their difference were the numbers on the buildings.
Out of nowhere, in the wee hours of the mourning, a young looking man came looking around muttering something along the lines of "He's here somewhere". While looking around he stopped outside No. 4.
He spoke aloud, "He's here, not in the house but just outside it." He proceeded to walk up the drive to No. 4, sitting there right outside the door was a little baby boy who was placed there earlier.
"So that's where you are little grandchild, I was wondering what happened to you. You went through an awakening, and then left the home you experienced it. I looked quite well for you; now tell me, how did you end up in a place so disgustingly boring? Oh well, it doesn't matter that much grandson, I have you with me now." The little child opened his shockingly green eyes and smiled instinctually, knowing he was blood and allowed his proportional black wings to show the man with the same pitch black hair and almond eyes, although more of a forest green then emerald, which the child got from his mother.
The man smiled and said "You are going to need to hide those again for a minute or two little Harry. I am your great Grandfather, you can call me Grandpa Robert or Gramps, and of course this is when you get older." The man, who looked to be in his mid-twenties, said with a small smile.
"Later we will tell you all about whom and what you are, and I regret that you're going to have to go to the school you're mother went to, I'm going to be sad when you turn eleven. We will train you in the politics in both our and there world, your father's family was quite amerced in it, right little one?" As the man was saying this, he was walking to the middle of the road. Once he was finished he vanished with little Harry Potter and the wizarding world would be none the wiser until Miss Arbela Fig moved in to a house near No. 4 and find that he was nowhere to be found, informing Albus Percilivic Wulfric Brian Dumbledore.
Dumbledore went down Private Drive to No. 4 and knocked on the door. When it was answered, a horse faced women appeared behind it. "What do you want?"
As Dumbledore looked into her eyes he took information, seeing that she didn't know where his little pawn was and didn't even know he was supposed to be there, so he obliviated the women and left feeling no guilt but wondering where Harry James Potter went.