" forget what you know"
By: Cajun maffia chick a.k.a nickle
A/N: I do not own any of the harry potter charters, books, original plot line or any of that .. I lay claim only to my version of the plot... and any original chars. That happen to pop up during the tale, as well as a dime I just found in my pocket .ty
Do enjoy...
Chapter one.. Among the muggle streets
Professor Minerva McGonagall stood in her typical emerald robe, immersed in anticipation. The lanterns had already been darkened, the homes lay quiet. Professor Dumbledore gone on urgent business leaving"this matter" to her. " not a problem" she whispered mustering up her strict tendency she showed to her students...on test days especially. Her auburn hair lay back in a tight bun, a strand here or there blowing from beneath her hat, it held a few more sliver streaks these days... But there was a problem And she knew it. These muggles were of the foulest kind. She had watched them all day, but in the end she would never question Dumbledore, he seemed to always pull the best out of the thin - air that now chilled her as she continued to wait. It was a rather peaceful, for a muggle town. McGonagall had been on the muggle side before many a time and yet it became more mysterious like the labyrinths of the giant lands, or why in heaven's sake did the put a bogey flavored jelly bean in those candies, her students, as well as her self adored so much. Her reprieve was Broken by the growl of one of those bloody motor bikes, she herself had fallen from once..long ago. This one sounded reckless, and in one heck of a hurry. " Hagrid! you have to slow-" she stopped in her sentence very few things, people for that matter could interrupt the professor. But Hagrid didn't greet her, smile or even ask where Dumbledore was- the last being the most odd. " pro- professor " " Out with it Hagrid" " He's gone" She froze and her voice took a shrill and strict tone she had last used with a student whom had turned her desk into a ravenous panther... on purpose. "Gone! What do you mean gone!" " the child- Harry Potter was gone when I arrived"
One of " he who must not be named" 's most loyal followers in the glory days now stood with a bundle in his arms. It held more value then the lives of 10,000 "mud bloods", and all the gold in the Gringotts bank of Diagon alley. Harry potter- the legend in the flesh lay in his grasp, his young son at home and with the two raised in pure blood perfection.. It would raise the dark lord to where he belonged.
A/N: thank your reading this little chapter of mine... please read and review prepares cookies, and a bucket of water psych with a fire hose as I've said I'll get better with time..thank all that's southern... lol c yall around. Oh by the way.. I will wait for reviews to continue... after that I will keep it current!
