Hello!
This story will follow the lives of a few of my OC's as they start and live through Hogwarts. I'll admit, I may not get everything completely right and it might take me a little time to get onto my feet with it. I love Harry Potter and I want to be true to the characters and I'll obviously try my best to keep it as canon as I can. Even though this is only for me, for fun, I hope you enjoy.
1st November 1981
On the night following the most unusual yet remarkable celebrations all over Britain, Albus Dumbledore and Minerva McGonagall were stood outside of number four, Privet Drive as they discussed the events that had led to the disappearance of the darkest of wizard ever known, Lord Voldemort. Dumbledore had begun unsticking a pair of lemon drops as Professor McGonagall quizzed him about the rumours that had been flying around. She was shocked as she heard the truth; Lily and James Potter were dead, Voldemort had killed them the night before, and their little boy, Harry, had managed to survive. He couldn't kill him, and somehow, Voldemort's power was broken and he had vanished into thin air. And now, poor little Harry was going to be put in the care of his horrid aunt and uncle with a letter from Dumbledore explaining the situation. He wasn't going to know anything about the Wizarding world until it was time for him to come to Hogwarts.
"But how is the boy getting here, Dumbledore?" Asked McGonagall.
"Hagrid's bringing him," said Dumbledore.
"You think it - wise - to trust Hagrid with something as important as this?"
"I would trust Hagrid with my life."
"I'm not saying his heart isn't in the right place," said Professor McGonagall, "but you can't pretend he's not careless. He does tend to - what was that?"
There he was; Hagrid landed a huge motorcycle on the road in front of them.
"Hagrid," said Dumbledore, sounding relieved. "At last. And where did you get that motorcycle?"
"Borrowed it, Professor Dumbledore, sir," said Hagrid as he carefully got off the motorcycle holding a bundle of blankets. "Young Sirius Black lent it to me. I've got him, sir."
"No problems, were there?"
"No, sir - but, house was almost destroyed, but I got him out all right before the Muggles started swarmin' around. But the thing is, Sir, young Effy was with him."
"Elizabeth?" Professor McGonagall asked, "Sirius and Rose's child?"
Hagrid nodded, "she was laid next to him in the crib... I couldn't leave her."
"Where is her mother?"
"She's," he looked at the bundle sadly. "She's dead."
Dumbledore nodded sadly and Professor McGonagall's face softened as they bent forward over the bundle of blankets. Inside was a baby boy, fast asleep and underneath a little bit of black hair over his forehead, they could see an oddly shaped scar, like a bolt of lightning. Next to him was a baby girl who was wide awake, her bright blue eyes staring up at them as she held onto young Harry's hand.
"Is that where -?" whispered Professor McGonagall, motioning to Harry's scar.
"Yes," said Dumbledore. "He'll have that scar forever."
"Couldn't you do something about it, Dumbledore?"
"Even if I could, I wouldn't. Scars can come in handy. I have one myself above my left knee that is a perfect map of the London Underground. Well - give him here, Hagrid - we'd better get this over with."
Hagrid separated the children carefully, making sure that they were both wrapped up warm before letting Dumbledore take Harry in his arms and lead him towards the Dursleys' house.
"Could I - could I say goodbye to him, sir?" asked Hagrid. He bent his head over Harry and gave him a kiss. Then, suddenly, Hagrid let out a howl, amusing the little girl in his arms.
"Shhh!" hissed Professor McGonagall, "You'll wake the Muggles!"
"S-s-sorry," sobbed Hagrid. "But I c-c-can't stand it – Lily, James an' Rose dead - an' poor little Harry off 'ter live with Muggles-"
"Yes, yes, it's all very sad, but get a grip on yourself, Hagrid, or we'll be found."
Dumbledore took Harry to the front door, laid him gently on the doorstep and tucked a letter into his blanket before heading back over to the group. For a full minute, the three of them stood and stared after Harry sadly.
"Well," said Dumbledore finally, "that's that."
"What about Elizabeth?" asked Professor McGonagall. "Does the fact that she was with Harry matter?"
"It does," nodded Dumbledore. "We just don't know what effect her presence had last night."
Hagrid looked down at the child, tears forming in his eyes, "fancy losing your Mother on your birthday, eh?"
Dumbledore nodded sadly while Professor McGonagall bowed her head.
"Sirius didn't wan' to give them up at first but then he realised that they would be safer with you." Said Hagrid, "for now, at least. I'm sure that he wants to know what happens to 'em."
"I shall write him a letter explaining where I have placed the children," said Dumbledore. "Pass her to me, Hagrid."
Hagrid kissed Effy on the forehead before passing her to Dumbledore, holding back more tears. She looked up at him and Dumbledore smiled slightly before noticing a scar going through her left eyebrow. He contemplated whether or not it was there before last night.
"What do we say about her?" asked Professor McGonagall.
"We don't say anything," stated Dumbledore. "We do not know her role in what happened and until we do I insist that we keep what we do know between us. Both children will then join the wizarding world when the time comes and we can begin to unravel the truth."
Both Hagrid and Professor McGonagall nodded in agreement before looking at the baby once more.
"I can't wait to see their faces again," smiled Hagrid.
Professor McGonagall smiled at Effy and Dumbledore said, "It's time to go, we've no business staying here. You may as well go and join the celebrations."
"Yeah," said Hagrid in a very muffled voice, "I'll be takin' Sirius his bike back. G'night, Elizabeth, Professor McGonagall - Professor Dumbledore, sir."
Wiping his eyes on his jacket sleeve, Hagrid swung himself onto the motorcycle and rode into the air, off into the night.
"What about yourself, Dumbledore?" asked Professor McGonagall.
"I have one last thing to do before I celebrate," he looked back down to Effy who had begun tugging on his beard. "I shall see you soon, I expect, Professor McGonagall," said Dumbledore, nodding to her.
Professor McGonagall blew her nose in reply. Dumbledore turned and walked back down the street. On the corner, he stopped and took out a silver Put-Outer. He clicked it once and twelve balls of light sped back to their street lamps so that Privet Drive glowed suddenly orange and he could make out a tabby cat slinking around the corner at the other end of the street. He could just see the bundle of blankets on the step of number four.
"Good luck, Harry," he murmured. He turned on his heel and with a swish of his cloak, he and Effy were gone.