The responsible adults in Harry Potter's life are acting, well, responsible, most of them, anyhow. How odd! They might just avoid a felony conviction.

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HARRY POTTER WITH HELP AND THE SORCERER'S STONE

by T. H. Endsley

Prologue

Hold on just a darn minute! There are a couple of things that have been bothering me from the start of this series. Don't get me wrong, I really enjoy the Harry Potter books and have been reading on this site for several years. One thing everyone seems to mis occurs in the second chapter of the first book and it stretches believability to the edge of fatality. Two highly educated professor type persons, both with the care and well being of children their top concern, strolling down the darkened street discussing what is best for a one year old and neither tumbles to the realization that leaving the child on a door step (in a basket, is it) either late October 31 or early November1 or 2 in the damp chilly weather, regardless of the fitness of the potential guardians, is an act of extreme recklessness and endangerment that in the western world would land the perpetrators in jail. The only exception to this would be to leave an unwanted infant in a receiving place at a designated child care facility or the lobby of a police station. Bloody hell, as Ron likes to put it, leaving an infant unattended for any reason in Tennessee is a felony. With the complicity of Hagrid, was it a three way brain cramp or did a bunch of Luna's "raksburgs" organize a successful mass brain fog?

What were they thinking. Did they expect the Dursley's to fall all over themselves with joy for the kid to be left on the stoop like a gallon of milk? Did they expect the Dursley's would think "what a wonderful, caring bunch of folks the wizard types must be to leave a toddler in the open during the cold and damp of an English mid fall?

REWIND PLEASE! Let's examine this situation a bit. I'll grant you, Dumbledore is 150+ years old and has a lot on his plate. Maybe born and educated in the early 1800's this method might not have been so frowned on. After all, I suppose it still happens in some third world countries where law enforcement is week and the value of human life is suspect. I propose an enlighten and educated McGonigal and a bright enough person in Hagrid that your first choice to replace Kettleburn would be someone who's judgement you could "trust with my life." I'll start with that premise and let's see where it takes us. I'll also leave J. K. R.'s first chapter in tact as it provides a good look into the problems the Dursley's may share with many a materialistic family in the late 20th century. I dare say the affliction might just persist even to today, January 1, 2011.

Chapter One

Godricks Hollow

The unmistakable roar of an Indian motorcycle would have been a bit out of place in 1981 England or anywhere else for that matter of fact because they hadn't been built for many years. They were still considered a classic in motorcycle design and performance for muggle bike lovers and Serious Black had discovered the joy and freedom the vehicle provided, not to mention the envious looks other motorcycle enthusiast the machine gathered and the down right adoration his persona exuded when he rode up with the cute muggle girls. Even a fair few witches were prone to make eyes at him and beg for a close up ride on the contraption.

He had found the thing in a garage of and old muggle W. vet he had made friends with as a teen. The two of them spent Summer between 6th and 7th year restoring the machine to its former glory. It was probably the discovery of the fact he was working withe the muggle that became the final straw that caused his mother to throw him out or as Serious preferred to think caused him to have quite enough of the prejudice of his family and leave with all his bag and baggage to go live with the Potters in August. They did finish the work and a masterful job was done as the old guy was quite a spicular for quality and detail. He had come into possession of the machine when shortly after his graduation from Hogwarts the veteran passed away.

It was a bit unusual for the muggle post to leave a letter at his and James' London apartment where they were living as they both were taking Orer training immediately after graduation, so when the solicitor's letter arrived there was more than a little bit of curiosity as to the content. The "first war" had been ratcheting up and Serious had missed the notice of the old man's death.

"Well?" at the indecipherable expression on Serious's face after dropping the letter in his lap, "Good news, or bad?" James asked.

"Remember the old guy I spent so much time with between 6th and 7th year? He had a hart attack and died. It seems he made a will and left his motor bike to me." Replied Serious.

"Oh, wow! Well sorry to hear he died, but that bike is a classic. What you plan to do with it?"

"Gee, I never considered it. Getting around on my broom and by apparition always seemed plenty for me so I never planned of owning a muggle machine. I guess I need to see about being legal with it in the muggle world."

"Yes, that'd be wise. I'm pretty sure I remember something in Muggle Studies about license tags and driver's licenses. There is a motor vehicle government office somewhere around here. I've seen it somewhere recently."

Long story short. After a visit to the solicitor's office, a trip back to the garage, a search in the telephone directory, two weeks of studying the manual, and a very nervous Serious with a no nonsense woman from the testing office, Serious was "street legal."

It caused quite a stir when he rode it to Hogwarts for an Order meeting let me say. Molly was having conniptions over the racket the thing made while Arthur was doing his best to sneak a peek at the breaks. After the meeting Arthur pulled Serious to the side. "Can you bring that bike to the Burrow quietly - just not to disturb the chickens and such - maybe slip it in the shed. I have an idea or two for it that could really be a boost for our side in this war with You Know Who. You know - invisibility, flying, silencing features - stuff like that."

"Sure, Arthur, might even let you have a ride in the side car that came with it in the garage back in London. How about tomorrow night."

"How about Friday evening. Molly is taking the kids over to the Lovegood's place about 5:00 p.m. and it won't disturb her."

"Sure. Friday it is."

After a week's visit in Arthur's shop there were some very interesting additions to the original equipment. An invisibility booster, proved a bit tricky and the silencing feature tended to destabilize the electrical system. However, the flying charm worked like a, well, "charm". And as long as you didn't try accelerating in silent mode and were carrying less than 200 pounds, including the operator, you could coast in fairly easily if you didn't mind a bit of a jar when you landed, "Good thing I'm nod Hagrid's size.' Serious laughed after one particularly teeth rattling silent landing.

This particular night a year or so after acquiring the motor bike, Serious had been riding about the country side on Order business. James and Lilly had gotten married and didn't waist any time making sure the Potter line continued with a very bright and active little boy. And he, joy of joys, was the proud God father. He had been instrumental that night, October 31, 1981, in trapping a pair of low level death eaters in an open area. It seemed a little fishy and a little too easy to be frank about it. So he headed over to Godrick's Hollow to discuss it with James and maybe get a piece of pumpkin pie or a bag of Halloween candy. The Potters were sure to have a little extra. He'd seen the pile of sweets Lilly was gathering for the muggle kids that had so much fun dressing up as witches, warlocks, ghosts and goblins. If they only knew!

Well, kids and neighbors may still be out and a flying motorcycle might be a bit difficult to explain, but it was plenty dark so he put the bike on the silencer and coasted in for a landing on the too quiet street. He pulled off the helmet as he shut off the silent engine. But the smell of smoke didn't go away. Then he saw Hagrid jump off the side of the second story with a bundle in his arms. Wait, where'd the hole in the side of the house come from. Then he saw a lick of flames shoot out right behind the half giant's exit.

"Hagrid! Over here!" He called.

"Oh, thank God 'tis you! It's awful in dar." Big tears wer rolling down his cheeks into his tangled beard.

"Lilly, James! Where are they!"

"You don wan to know." He replied. "Killing curse for both 'em. They're dead and I had to leave them behind to get Harry, here, out safe."

"But how? The fadilious charm. It's unbreakable!" Then it began to dawn on him what must have happened. As he shot a torrent of water and fire suppression charms through the gap in the second story walls quickly subduing the fire. "The little rat." Serious muttered with horror and disgust.

"What you sayin' there Serious."

"Never mind. Give me Harry. I'll get hem over to Molly's to get him checked out and to decide what we do next."

"Dumbledore's orders were clear. I'm to take him to Hogwarts to Poppy and then to Petunia's .place where Lilly's magic will keep him safe."

"But I'm his Godfather. I nee..."

"Look Serious. Death Eaters are still on the prowl and Willy's death defending Harry's life will take the special protection at his only family's house provides according to Dumbledore. At least until we can get things sorted out and a better plan in place."

"Well, I guess that's true enough. How you going to get him there. You can't aparate with a baby, can you, and there isn't a broom big enough to hold you up."

"You're right there. I'll have to take the train. Death Eaters won't be looking for him on a muggle train."

"You can take my bike. Arthur and I reinforced it for the flying side car to work with magic. It ought to hold you just fine. I've seen you write a muggle motorcycle and know you know the basics. Besides I don't think I'm going to need it where I have to go next."

"That'd be a big help. Could you send word to the Order tellin' them how I'm comin' and not to worry 'bout meeting me at the train station."

"Sure. Expectropatronum!" the patronis flew northward out of Serious's wond. He turned on the spot and vanished with a pop.

Hagrid wrapped the little boy in a sling over his neck and shoulder, mounted the Indian, kicked it into life and went roaring down the street. "Got to get you to safety, quick like"

"Momma!" the little one cried.

Hagrid choaked back a sob, and had to stop to clear the goggles that had fogged over. "She can't come with us, Harry."

"Dadda!' Harry wailed.

"Him, neither, little one. It's you and me until I get you to safety. Now where's that flight knob. Ah, here it is.." They had gained the highway and it was deserted for the moment, so he put the machine in motion and gave the knob a yank and off they flew. When he got to the castle, Poppy Pomphrey, the school's healer, took the child in and checked him out. They spent the day trying to calm the lad down. Harry spent the day wondering where his Momma and Daddy were and by night fall plans had been made to take Harry to #4 Privet Drive that night. Harry had a long day and was exhausted and fell asleep almost immediately after taking off on Serious's bike again.

The rush of wind and freedom the magic provided Hagrid served to clear his mind temporarily from the tragedy and he managed to tet them both headed in the right directions. By following the train lines well below he had no trouble locating the village where Petunia and Vernon lived. As he flew south and west he saw the one street below where the lights had all gone out. Well it did sort of stick out like a soar thumb with all those muggle street lights lighting the way. That must be the place. Looks like Dumbledore's 'put outer' at work down there, he thought to himself, and pointed the bike down. As he approached the street he saw the dim shadows of two people. One rather tall and thin and the other somewhat shorter with a pointed hat. "That'll be the professors alright. Here we go" The bundle stirred a bit but slept on.