Chapter 1: Prologue
(A/N: So this is a gender bent version of Harry Potter. I don't own Harry Potter. All rights go to J.K Rowling.)
October 31, 1981
Little Whinging, Surry
A man walked down the darkened street of Privet Drive. This man was dressed far from what people would consider "normal." He had silver hair, a long beard, robes, and to top the whole ensemble off, a pointed hat. He approached the house of number 4 and saw a cat sitting on the doorstep. The man smiled.
"Fancy seeing you here, Professor McGonagall."
If anyone else were to see it, they would've been very surprised. The cat leaped up and took on a transformation. After it finished, where the cat stood was a woman in its place. She had green robes and a stern face.
"Albus, how did you know it was me?" Professor McGonagall asked.
"My dear professor, I've never seen a cat sit so stiffly." Albus replied with a smile.
"You'd be stiff if you were sitting by a brick wall all day." McGonagall said.
"All day? When could've you been celebrating? I must've passed a dozen feasts and parties on my way here." Albus replied.
"Well, of course everyone's celebrating. Even the muggles noticed something's going on. It was on their news." McGonagall said.
"Yes, I've noticed." Albus replied.
"And the girl? How is she getting here?" McGonagall asked.
"Hagrid is bringing her." Albus replied.
"Albus, do you think it is wise to trust Hagrid with such a task? I'm not saying his heart isn't in the right place, but you know..." McGonagall said.
"I would trust Hagrid with my life." Albus replied.
Just then, a pair of headlights came from the sky and descended down, until a motorcycle with a giant rider landed on the ground.
"Hagrid, at last. Where did you get that motorcycle?" Albus asked.
"Young Sirius Black lent it to me." Hagrid replied.
"No problems, were there?" Albus asked.
"House was nearly destroyed, but I got her out alright." Hagrid then picked up a bundle of blankets. Inside was a sleeping baby girl. She had a freshly cut scar on her forehead, shaped like a bolt of lightning.
"Is that where...?" Professor McGonagall asked.
"Yes. She'll have that scar forever." Albus replied.
"Don't you think you could do something about it?" McGonagall asked.
"Even if I could, I think curse scars are really handy. I have one on my right knee that is a perfect map of The London Underground. Well, we can't stay long. We better get this over with." He took the baby out of Hagrid's hands and placed her on the doorstep of number 4. He placed a letter on top of the bundle.
"Well, there we go. We have no business staying here. We should go join the festivities." Albus said. He walked away from the house. He looked back and saw a cat slinking in the shadows. Inside her blankets, the baby rolled over, asleep. She had no idea that she was famous, that she would be woken in a few hours' time by her aunt's scream. She had no idea that people all over the world were meeting in secret and saying, "To Harriet Potter, The Girl Who Lived!"
(A/N: What do you think? Should I continue this? Please RR!)