Warning the following is fanfiction, expect OC characters and different situations then the plot of either the television series or the books.

Hello readers and welcome to the rewrite of invoking the wizard.

I hope that this new version will get a bit more positive feedback.

Well enough of my ramblings let's get on with the story.

Little whining number four private drive surrey.

As the cold night air blew ominously through the abounded street, a warning of something old and ancient being carried on its wind entered the mind of the people sleeping in their beds.

With a soft plop that sounded across the street a man suddenly appeared out of the thin air itself.

Stepping into the light of a lamppost the man's appearance finally became fishable.

The man was long and thin with a snow white beard long enough to reach beyond his stomach, on his slightly crooked nose a pair of halve moon glasses where sitting reflecting the light back making his eyes invisible, his choice of attire wasn't any better as they were purple robes dotted with stars that seemed to twinkle in the moon light.

Looking towards the abounded street his sad smile seemed to lift upwards slightly.

I knew you would be here professor McGonagall, his voice easily carrying trough the silent street.

After a minute in which it seemed as if the man was crazy, a tabby cat came walking from the hedges it had obviously been using as hiding spot.

Then in a moment so short you could miss it if you blinked the tabby cat was replaced by an elderly woman wearing an emerald green robe a black handbag and her black hair in a tight bun.

Looking towards the street as if there were a million other places she would rather be she turned her gaze towards the man who had identified her as professor McGonagall, Albus is it true? Please tell me this is all one of James his jokes, her voice shaking slightly.

The now christened Albus looked towards the woman with eyes that betrayed how he felt on the inside, broken.

I wish I could Minerva, I wish I could, his voice nothing more than a whisper that could be lost to the wind if they hadn't been standing so close to each other.

Then why? You know just as well as I do that these muggels wouldn't welcome him into their home, her voice becoming louder as the anger clouded her mind.

The elder man didn't respond as he watched the sky, after what seemed to be an eternity he finally turned back towards the woman standing beside him.

I do not know how James and Lily changed, I also don't know the why, what I do know is that something is terribly wrong with them both choosing young Tomas over harry.

As the woman besides him spat on the ground as if trying to get rid of something foul tasting he turned his eyes back towards the sky.

So now what Albus? We just leave him to his fate, abandon him towards people not even fit to take care of a dog let alone a young boy, Minerva's asked with a cold voice.

This time the man did not turn his eyes away from the stars it was observing as he answered.

I am unable to do anything Minerva you know that, sighing once he continued I have tried it all, adoption, kidnapping, I even used his line, the words had been spoken as if they were poison, but nothing worked, the Potter fortune along with the political support James receives for being the father to the boy who lived holds to much weight in the current political environment.

Don't you have friends in America who can help? McGonagall asked clutching to straws.

None that can help I'm afraid, Albus answered then his eyes suddenly got a small spark.

There he is where the mumbled words of the ancient looking man.

Looking towards where Albus was watching Minerva tried to get a glimpse of what he was seeing.

The answer was given shortly as one of the stars in the night sky was steadily growing brighter until she could finally see what it was.

Is that a motorcycle? Came the dazed Question from McGonagall.

And indeed it was a motorcycle descending from the night sky, its passenger a colossal man fit to be called a giant or at least a halve one.

As the man finally touched down he pulled back gas and cut the exhaust.

The man riding the motorcycle was large having black hair and black beard, his coat appeared to be made of some animal and in his hand he was holding a little boy.

Good to see you arrived safely Hagrid, albus said as he took a look over the motorcycle, though I am curies to know where you got this?

Got it from Black saying it was the least he could do for his godson, came the answer from Hagrid his voice soft yet rough.

As the giant stepped of his mode of transportation he carefully shifted the boy to prevent him from falling.

I trust you had no problems Hagrid? Came the concerned question from Albus.

None at all professor Dumbledore, was Hagrid's answer as he looked towards number four.

Perhaps after all this, it is time to take a vacation Albus Minerva suggested as she too looked towards number four.

Dumbledore upon hearing this suppressed a slight shudder.

There was a reason he never went on vacations and that reason was named Minerva McGonagall.

Thinking back to the end of the war when he had taken a week off to recharge his batteries so to speak, still caused him to have nightmares.

That won't be necessary Minerva, Albus said in a rushed voice, I am more than capable of handling everything.

Standing together in an awkward group Minerva suddenly asked, what prevents us from simply taking the boy? I mean it's not as if James and Lily will check up on him.

Sighing once the ancient wizards eyes seemed to lose the last remains of his famed twinkle.

I am afraid James already prevented that, he had me swear an oath that I would leave young harry on the front step of number four private drive.

Why on earth would you agree with something so stupid Albus? Came the question from McGonagall her temper rising once more.

So I could at the very least say goodbye Minerva just like you and Hagrid.

At the answer Minerva flinched slightly as it was spoken with so much lose and sadness, she could understand his reasons pretty good, after all it where Albus herself and Hagrid that had taken care of the child every time his parents left for some party to celebrate the boy who lived.

Will we ever see him again? Minerva asked softly trying to prolong the moment of departure.

When Albus looked back up he didn't look like a wizard forced to leave the person he considered a grandson, no this was the wizard that had inspired the light faction to take action, this was the wizard lord Voldemort feared.

His letter will come, and when it does so will we, we will guide him through our world trying to erase the things that those pigs will no doubt do to his innocent soul, and in the end we will ensure that he can hold his head up high and proclaim himself a wizard, Dumbledore words seemed to have the intended effect as both Hagrid and McGonagall look a bit better.

Now let's get on with it, came Albus forced optimism as he tried to get the job underway, he himself was on the verge of a breakdown but he could not show weakness now.

As Hagrid placed the prone three year old form of harry potter down on the ground Albus started to cast some spell to ensure the child would be convertible.

Taking on last look, all three got into motion at the same time, first was McGonagall who swiftly transformed into her cat form and disappeared between the houses.

The second was Hagrid who with a firm kick started the motorcycle and quickly rose above the clouds.

The last to leave was also the first one to arrive, as Dumbledore looked towards the form of young harry potter he whispered a few words good luck harry potter.

After that he disappeared with another plop back to his office for some much needed Firewhisky.

With the three strangers leaving the street returned silent but still the presence hing of something old and strong.

And then when the clock stroked three he appeared.

Unlike the wizards and witch he made no sound, silent like a shadow he moved towards number four as if he had lived there his entire life.

Stepping out of the shadows to pick up the child it was finally possible to get a good look on him.

He was of normal height having black hair with a few grey ones, his clothes where made like those of a business man and in his hand was a worn pocket watch.

45 seconds late it appears that I am getting sloppy the man murmured to himself, his accent being a blend of multiple ones.

Then in one fell swoop he picked up the child and carried him away.

It would be many years till Britain would find harry potter.

Europe unknown location

When will he get here, a man's voice sounded through what appeared a large entrance hall the likes you would normally find in a castle.

The man itself was tall with black hair blue eyes and a red trench coat with cowboy hat, his name is Marcus Wer Schaft.

He will return swiftly he always does, a woman's voice sounded from a chair.

She like her male companion was tall but instead of black her hair was red along with brown eyes, she was wearing a standard military style clothing and was apparently reading a Russian paper, her name is Zoe garden

You called a males voice sounded from the entrance.

Albert both shouted until they saw what he was carrying.

Eh Albert I know I asked if you wanted to bring something back for me but I would much rather have a waffle instead of a kid, Marcus said confusion clear on his face.

I must admit I find myself curios as well, Zoe said as she took the child in her arms.

That is a rather long story so you better make sure you are seated comfortable Albert warned before he started to tell about his trip to England and his vision of the future.

TIME SKIP

After Albert was finished with his story he told the group his idea.

So as you now know the child would have had a rough future where his life would be in constant danger, so I ask of you both will you help me save this young boy?

Seeing the looks on their face told Albert that he had them Marcus always fell for a sob story and Zoe was overprotective towards children {unfortunately for Marcus Zoe considered him a child as well albeit a stupid one}.

Making eye contact with everyone in the room Albert asked, shall we plan?

And that's the end of the first chapter of the rewritten form of invoking the wizard.

Now time for some funny facts.

Funny fact 1 Wer Schaft means he who creates in German.

Whell that was short but do not worry next chapter I will make surre to hev more funny facts.

now for the betterment of the story I am in need of some OC so please take a minute to fill in this form.

Name;

Age;

Appearance;

Team {organization/foundation}

Titans {no more than three}

Back ground

Also please only use titans from the huntik wikia so no making one up

Quote of the chapter I know I asked you to bring something back but I would much rather have a waffle instead of a kid.

So please leave a comment and till the next chapter of invoking the wizard