Professor Albus Dumbledore paused at the start of Privet Drive when he saw the number of lampposts illuminating the street. "That won't do", he said quietly pulling out his deluminator and using it to remove the light from the lampposts. Now Privet Drive was completely in darkness save for the odd light here and there from porches and windows. It didn't matter about those lights as it was dark enough so that no muggles would see Hagrid on his flying motorcycle.

A cat meowed, catching his attention. He glanced down and smiled at the feline whom he recognised as being Professor McGonagall in her animagus form. "I should have known that you would be here...Professor McGonagall"

Professor Dumbledore watched as the tabby cat grew, changing into the form of the transfiguration teacher "Good evening, Professor Dumbledore", she said politely. They walked past a couple of doors before McGonagall spoke again "Are the rumours true, Albus?"

She heard whispers that You-Know-Who had gone to Godric's Hollow to kill the Potter family, James, Lily and their son Harry. He'd managed to succeed in killing James and Lily but not Harry. The stories varied in what exactly happened to You-Know-Who after his killing curse rebounded when he tried to use it on the infant Harry. Some said he died. Others say that he was extremely weakened. While McGonagall had hoped the former was true, she had a bad feeling it was most likely to be the latter.

"I'm afraid so, Professor. The good, and the bad", Dumbledore replied solemnly.

"And the boy?"

"Hagrid is bringing him"

"Do you think it wise to trust Hagrid with something as important as this?"

"Ah, Professor, I would trust Hagrid with my life"

There was a roar of an engine sounded in the sky making both professors look up in time to see a large flying motorcycle descending. It lands on the street, skidding a little before coming to a halt. Its rider, Rubeus Hagrid, pulls off his goggles. "Professor Dumbledore, Sir. Professor McGonagall", he greeted as he got off the motorcycle. They were surprised to see that he had not one but two brown slings across his front.

"There was another child in the house?" Dumbledore asked. Neither he nor McGonagall had heard anything about there being a second child at the Potter residence.

"Yes, sir. A little girl. I found her with Harry in his crib", Hagrid explained carefully extracting the infant from one of the slings and handed her over to Dumbledore "there's something else, that little girl is Sirius Black's daughter", the games keeper added.

"Alice", Dumbledore said looking down at the sleeping infant in his arms.

"What was she doing at the Potters?"

"I dunno. Sirius and Isabelle arrived not long after I found the littluns" Hagrid then went onto explain how Alice's parents instructed him to take Alice to the Weasleys. Dumbledore nodded understanding why Sirius and Isabelle had told Hagrid to do that. They wanted their daughter to be safe. He handed Alice over to McGonagall so he could take Harry from Hagrid.

"Albus, do you really think its safe, leaving him with these people?" McGonagall asked quietly as they walked down the street towards number 4 where the Dursleys lived. In her honest opinion, Harry was better of growing up with the Weasley's too instead of those awful muggles "I've been watching them all day. They're the worst sort of Muggles imaginable. They really are…"

"The only family he has", Dumbledore said interrupting her.

"This boy will be famous. There won't be a child in our world who doesn't know his name", McGonagall pointed out.

"Exactly. He's better off growing up away from all that. Until he is ready", Dumbledore said before he gently placed Harry down on the ground by the front door. He then places a letter on top of Harry. "Good luck...Harry Potter", Dumbledore said softly after he stood.

Molly Weasley opened the door when she heard a knock and was surprised to see Professor Dumbledore standing there with a bundle in his arms. She listened as he explained the situation to her. Molly nodded and told him that she would take care of Alice and raise her as if she was her own daughter. Dumbledore then gave Molly the tiny girl and walked off. The ginger haired woman watched the wizard for a moment before she closed the door.

Dumbledore turned back when he reached the gate "good luck…Alice Black"

It was safe to say that over time the two children lived quite different lives. Alice was brought up by two very loving and caring people, Molly and Arthur Weasley. She also had a number of adoptive siblings, all of whom had accepted her wholeheartedly as a member of the family. Not only that, she was also brought up surrounded by magic and knew exactly what she was.

Harry on the other hand, wasn't as accepted by the Dursleys despite them being his relatives. His room, if you could call it that, was a small cupboard under the stairs. He was currently locked in as punishment for what happened at the Zoo. It wasn't even his fault, the glass somehow vanished as Dudley was leaning on it causing his cousin to fall into the Python enclosure. A second later the glass reappeared leaving Dudley trapped. Uncle Vernon was sure Harry had something to do with it, hence why he was stuck in the cupboard. The young boy lay staring up at the sloped ceiling unaware that in a few short weeks everything was about to change.

It started off as a single letter addressed to Harry. Then as the days passed even more letters arrived through the letter box. To prevent this, Uncle Vernon boarded it up. And yet the next morning both he and Aunt Petunia discovered a small pile of letters waiting on the doorstep, all addressed to Harry. That evening Harry was forced to watch as Uncle Vernon tossed the letters into the fireplace one by one. As he watched them burn, Harry couldn't help but wonder why Uncle Vernon was destroying his letters instead of giving them to him. What did they contain that they didn't want him to know about? Harry supposed there was no way to find out unless he could obtain one of those letters. Unfortunately he was going to have to wait until Monday as there was no post on Sundays.

Uncle Vernon took great delight the next day in saying about the lack of post on a Sunday. That's when a letter shot out of the fireplace, zipping across the man's face. All three Dursleys and Harry stared at the fireplace as a rumbling sound could be heard coming from it. Suddenly a huge flurry of letters shot out of the fireplace. Uncle Vernon flapped his arms around, trying to beat away the letters as they flew near him. Dudley had climbed onto his mother's lap scared. The only person who was overjoyed to see so many letters was Harry. This was his chance to grab one!

Harry jumped up onto the coffee table and snatched one from the air. "Give me that letter!" Vernon shouted as Harry clambered over the sofa to escape the room so he could read the letter in his cupboard. The man chased him out of the room managing to grab hold of him before Harry had a chance to unbolt the door to his tiny room.

"They're my letters! Let go of me!" the boy shouts wriggling in his uncle's hold. Vernon somehow managed to keep a hold on him despite being pelted by letters from all sides.

"That's it! We're going away! Far away! Where they can't find us!" he declared.

"Daddy's gone mad, hasn't he?!" Dudley exclaimed to his mother. Petunia didn't say anything, she just looked at the hundreds of letters flying around her house with this look on her face like she was very scared.