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Chapter One: With every end there is but a beginning

It was the witching hour in England. This hour was known as an between time. Between one day and the next. Between one month and the next at the end of October and the beginning of November and on this very night it was the change of magical seasons, from life to death.

As well as from war to peace.

Countless wizards and witches were celebrating victory, celebrating life conquering death, and countless more mourned the loss of others, the deaths of the good the bad the innocent and the guilty. The death of dreams of the future, the spoiling of plans that were decades in the making.

The dark streets were quiet in Surrey. Not a mortal soul was awake in Little Whinging.

Aside from a cat that sat still watching a house that was settled between No 5 and No 3 privet drive.

It was called No 4 Privet Dr.

No 4 Privet Dr was a modern home built not 3 years earlier and was home to 3 humans.

2 adults.

1 child.

All three occupants were sound asleep, at least in about 2 am when the child, Dudley, would wake up crying and screaming for his 2am snack, waking up his mother, the tall, slender and tired Petunia as his father a very robust and irritable man Vernon snored on dreaming of working employees to the bone for free.

Suddenly the cat no longer was a cat when a man in colorful robes and an odd hat walked up to the wall the cat had previously sat.

"Albus are you absolutely certain this is the best act to take? Placing a magical child in a place such as this, to have them raised by the worst kind of muggles….." A stern looking woman in a strange tartan hat, cloak and Scottish brogue asked the man dressed in colorful robes.

The flamboyantly dressed man answered the plaid clad woman who had once been the cat, with a somber look in his aging eyes. "Yes, I am afraid it is……Young Harry will be sufficiently protected by his mother's sister, the ancient protection spells surrounded the young boy will shield him from dark magic and the wizards who wield."

"But honestly, the lad's a hero! Every child will know his name in our world! He should be raised among us Albus! He should know his world just as Lily and James would have wanted!"

"Lily and James would have wanted him safe Minerva….And placing him here he will have chance at a childhood that would elude him in our world forever……….besides he will not be alone."

"Oh yes I saw that great lump of a son……looks like a transfiguration spell gone wrong…..I feel so sorry for him, the way his parents treat him, spoil him rotten….."

"No not the boy…Minerva…"

"Then who, Albus, who? Is it Sirius? How will you place Sirius Black in a home like this?"

"Minerva……this home shall protect not one, but two future students of Hogwarts……."

"Oh Albus you don't mean...Oh my, the poor souls…..to have to give up a child…their own babe……." Minerva wept the second time that night on Privet drive, her tears now joining those for the loss of her favorite students. "Oh who's bringing them?"

"Hagrid should be here at any moment."

"Hagrid! Rubeus Hagrid! You entrusted two of the most sought after……Albus are you insane!"

"Some think so yes…….but I trust Hagrid with my life as well as more valuable things."

Suddenly a blast was heard in the dark sky and the two could see a small light flying down at them, a motor in the background.

A giant of man soared down to them on what looked like an ordinary motor bike…that just happened to fly. His wailing could be heard now that the engine was dieing down and his large tangled beard was sopped with tears.

"Headmaster Dumbledore... Professor... I'be …got… dem…." He cried out between sobs. He showed them his bundle, a large basket with homemade quilts and blankets.

"Ah yes Hagrid, how were they? And where did you get this contraption?"

"Da babes were angels….Harry cried a bit til I got the little un…Ginny quieted em up good…he even hugged onto 'er….so sweet after so much sorrow…the whole ouse was even tell where the bodies were…..Young Sirius Black came by short after I did …. Said he'd take Harry as he was you know his Godfather….I said No I was under strict orders to keep Harry safe…..He was so shocked…tears in eyes …. Gave Harry up to me and his bike told me ta go…ta keep Harry safe …. That's when I left for the er…..Molly and Arthur could barely give er up….but afta' what 'appened and all…. Their second oldest put up a fight….wouldn't let er go y'see…..all er family was devastated ta give er up… and ta place er with muggles…." Hagrid babbled through his bawls and tears.

"It is a tragic act but it is necessary for their safety! They must be kept safe and be able to live a normal childhood……"

"Yer right course….its just so sad …. And Lily 'n James…" Hagrid howled out. He handed his package to the headmaster who in turn added a note and placed it on the doorstep.

"Yes and its not good bye forever…they shall return to the magical world when they are of age to come to Hogwarts."

"Yes yes Albus…….but still…."Minerva stated in a doubting voice.

"Its not good bye for good Harry…Ginny…just a little while…" Hagrid sobbed in as quite a voice he could have.

After a few rings of the bell the door opened revealing a large man whose very large mouth was grim and about to open in order to yell about late night visitors.

But there was no one there. Just as he was shutting the door he noticed the basket.

Picking it up he looked to see two small babies….one with unruly black hair and the other tufts of soft dark red.