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Michael started to roll over, planning to call Brian to bask in the afterglow of his outdoor experience. He paused and stood up instead, muttering, "Brian doesn't call me every time he gets fucked. I deserve a personal life and I'm never going to have one if I let everything center around Brian Kinney." With this new realization firmly in place, he followed David toward a small pond, eagerly anticipating more fun.

Several hours later found the pair sitting in front of the fireplace. Michael took a deep breath, "Thank you for being honest with me earlier, you know about your ex-wife and everything. I want you to know, I love you, too."

David looked at him for a long moment and then kissed Michael deeply, "That means so much to me."

Anything else he may have said was abruptly interrupted by a knock at the door.

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A few days earlier in Little Whining, Surrey.

"Vernon, did you hear that?" a shrill whisper woke Vernon Dursley from an uneasy sleep.

"What is it Pet?"

"I heard a noise, outside. Hurry, go check!"

Vernon trudged downstairs, holding a cricket bat, and fully expecting to chase away a cat or at worse scaring a few neighborhood hooligans. The last thing he ever thought to see was a man in garish robes setting a bundled up baby on his doorstep.

"Ah, Mr. Dursley, we had hoped to avoid disturbing you this evening. Allow me to introduce myself. I am Professor Albus Dumbledore, Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Your sister-in-law attended there. And my companions are Professor Minerva McGonagall, my deputy headmistress and Rubeus Hagrid, keeper of the keys and grounds. You should call your wife down we have much to discuss. May we come in?"

After many long hours of arguing, the three Hogwarts representatives stood up and prepared to leave. "Before we take our leave of you, Mrs. Dursley, would you happen to know if you have any other family living? It would really be better if Harry were in the care of a family member, the closer the relation the batter," Dumbledore inquired.

"I don't know of any Evans, not that they would do any good if it has to be a blood relation, Harold Evans was my step-father, and I know my mother was the last Laurens. Her first husband, our father, was called Jacob Curtis, he died before Lily was born and I don't know if he had any other family. He was an American, that's all I know," Petunia shared, feeling gracious since those freaks were taking that abnormal child away.

"Thank you very much for your assistance, and are you sure we can't set up any protective wards? There are still those on the lose who may wish you harm."

"Most certainly not," Vernon blustered. "Leave now and we never want to be associated with you freaks again."

"Of course," Dumbledore agreed benignly and the three Hogwarts representatives left Number Four Privet Drive.

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"Albus, what shall we do now," asked Professor McGonagall as the pair walked up the path to Hogwarts, baby Harry still sleeping peacefully.

"We have to locate a suitable Wizarding family to take Harry in. We can't keep him here and the chances of locating any other family are slim," the twinkling old man responded.

The sudden Apparation of two Aurors, Mad-Eye Moody and Kingsley Shacklebot cut any response McGonagall may have had short.

"Ah, gentleman, what can I do for you this fine evening?" Dumbledore asked. "Not out enjoying the festivities."

"We still have work to do, Albus," Moody answered. "You shouldn't have taken the boy from Godric's Hollow. You've caused us a mess of paperwork. The Potter's wills are waiting to be read, you're both invited. We have to take the boy into Ministry custody until the new guardian is revealed."

"We were taking Harry to his Aunt's house, unfortunately they were less than pleased to see him. The Potter's informed me that I was to be executor of the estate and Harry's Magical Guardian. I couldn't leave him there with the bodies."

"Our team arrived within moments of Hagrid leaving, Professor. However, with the magical disruption caused by taking Harry away, we have been unable to recreate what happened. We may never know what stopped the Dark Lord."

"Now, Kingsley, we all know what stopped Tom. Harry did."

"Look Albus, you may think that whatever happened last night was some great destiny, but no three month old baby stopped Voldemort. I think Lily did something, tied some ancient magics to her death. I only hope her research survived," Moody snapped at his old friend. "Besides, if it was destiny, why did you insist the Potter's go into hiding?"

"I wanted to calm their concerns about Voldemort targeting them. I knew that if it was meant to be, fate would find a way."

"Fate or Sirius Black? He certainly lived up to his family reputation. Pity he won't ever see Azkaban."

"What do you mean?" McGonagall interjected.

"Little Peter Pettigrew went after Black in the street. Black blew up the street, killed a bunch of Muggles and Pettigrew, but Peter got a shoot off before he died. Black is dead."

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That afternoon found a small group of people gathered in a Ministry office, waiting to hear the Potter's wills read. An official Gringott's goblin stood up at the podium and cleared his throat,

"Thank you all for coming on such short notice. The Potter's updated their will shortly before going into hiding. I will now read the final will and testament of James and Lilian Potter."

We, James Alexander Potter and Lilian Edith Evans Potter, hereby leave all our worldly possessions to whichever of us survives. Should we both perish, our will is as follows.

First, we leave our financial holdings in trust for our son, Harry James Potter, to be handled according to the arrangements already made with Gringott's Bank, with the exception of a few bequeaths.

One million galleons to Remus Lupin.

One million galleons to Sirius Black.

One million galleons to Peter Pettigrew, unless we are dead due to his betrayal as our Secret-Keeper.

One million galleons to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

One million galleons to Severus Snape.

One million galleons to Frank and Alice Longbottom.

Custody of our son goes to Lily's half-brother, Michael Charles Novatny. Siri, we know he's your godson and we expect you to help Michael, but we have to give custody to a blood relative of Lils and her sister isn't an appropriate person to care for him. We barely discovered Michael before we went into hiding and haven't contacted him, so he doesn't know that he has sisters, much less about Harry. Instructions on how to reach him are included. Severus, we would like you to be the one to take Harry to his uncle. Sev, please make sure Harry grows up safely without us.

Lily's research on Ancient Protection Charms is to go to the British Magical Institute. It can be found in Vault 546.

Now, for Albus Dumbledore. We have had nothing but respect for you since we were eleven years old, but we have come to realize that you will not put Harry's welfare above that of what you see to be the greater good. That is why we have taken the steps we have to ensure Harry's survival and to locate relatives to take him in. You will not interfere.

Finally, as to Petunia and Vernon Dursley. They are not to have anything to do with Harry or his life. When he comes of age, he will be given the option of contacting them. Not before. They are the sorts of Muggles that make Voldemort sound sensible and we won't have them abusing our son.

Thus ends our will. So mote it be.