A/N: Hello. Ever so sorry for putting the other story on hiatus, but this came up, and I found I was unable to concentrate on 'The Travelling Life'. Do try to enjoy, although the first parts are rather garbled. I may have to find a beta…
Epilogue.
A figure regarded both Dumbledore and McGonagall, though from a distance, and shrouded in shadow, not to be dramatic. Annamaria di Luca was in England on a… well, you might say 'business trip', but that may well stretch the truth. She was a thief, you see, and a very good one at that. She had been contracted to steal an object – we shan't say what – from a well-to-do family in Wiltshire. You might hazard a guess as to whom, and I dare say you'll be correct. Annamaria had stopped off in Surrey for a little… shall we say – fun and games, and found these two conversing over what appeared to be a small boy, in a bundle of blue blankets.
She caught snippets of their talk – "Lily and James Potter … dead." … "he couldn't kill a little boy?" … "Harry Potter come and live here!" … "Dursleys" … "I've written them a letter."
Anna had heard the rumours, and, having found it easy to pick out information others thought useless and discarded, also saw that the Dursleys, or at very least Petunia, saw magic as repulsive. She shared McGonagall's view, and being fortunate enough to never have met Albus Dumbledore, could stand and go through with her spur-of-the-moment decision.
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She waited until the two professors apparated, then strode down the deserted Muggle street, straight towards No. 4 Privet Drive, and the bundle of blue blankets, left abandoned.
Picking the young 'Saviour' up, Annamaria flicked a glance around in caution, before apparating herself.
"Allora, I needed an heir, comunque…"
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A/N: Thanks, I'll be going now. Hope you liked it an' all. Sorry it's so short, but new chap. soon. I hope.
(Allora – Italian for well. Usually phrased as a question, but also used in the context shown above.)
(Comunque – Italian for anyway.)