-Wha..., What's that, asked Vanina almost crying by a blend of feelings she had.

- Our duty, our first child, No less than Albus Dumbeldore left to us the duty of breeding him as a son, he thought that it was better for him to grow up in a distant ambiance to the one in which his family was, but, in a magical ambiance after all.

- And, why did he choose us? I mean, we're a normal family, we're no famous.-said she

- That's precisely why did he choose us, he searched for a country that was far from Britain and the most normal family he can find, and we resulted to be. He contacted myself by a secret letter with the seal of the British Ministry of Magic , and I accepted, and knowing you want to have childs, but not sure if you wanted to be pregnant, I did accept that duty on behalf of us, he has now no other place to go.-said François

- I do accept that duty, said Vanina, but we'll have more childs, we'll give him the family that he can't have had. We'll not tell him anything related to the death of his parents or his scar untill he is ten years old, one year before his Ingress in Hogwarts. We'll explain him that their parents died in an explosion and that his scar is result of that. But we will have to get a work if we have children of our own and sell the farm terrains and animals to others.

Harry had not still waked up of his profound dream, he did not know that far milles away, people was cheering he, that they were making toast in his honour "For Harry Potter, the boy who lived¡", celebrating voldemort had gone for once and forever. He did not know that he was to pass the next hours in the arms of two afrikaner farmers. He did not know that they would treat as their own, he will not know nothing about the death of his parents, or that he was to be in the arms of a caring mother who would breed him instead of passing the next ten years with uncles that would not love them.

-Wakker word, my liefde ( wake up, my love)- heard harry in afrikaans, the language in what he was brought up. Ten years had passed since the tears of him waked up her adoptive mother and she breed him with her breast for the first time. Not knowing why, this image was strangely familiar to Harry altough she didn't know why it remembered. He only rmembered that his mother was there and little more. Ten years had passed since Harry was delibered by an escort of the order of the phoenix by an special flu network introduced by the South African ministry of magic and travelled by broom from Bloemfontein , where the Ministry was situated, to the farm in the outsides of Pretoria where he had lived the last ten years.

Knewing that his mother didn't care of that, he didn't move and stayed some minutes more in the bed, since the delicious flavour of the breakfast came into his room.

It was a hot summer morning and he and his family where all in short t-shirt and trousers, her mother wearing a texan mini-skirt and a tyrants song. Harry was to attend what he will be his last incomplete course of at the Vensterburg school Elementary witchraft and wizardry,something like a magical-pre school into which childs can go in South Africa prior to going to the normal school with the same name, with the only difference that the pre-school was not an intern school like Hogwarts in Britain or the higher level of Vensterburg in SA. And Harry was going to dissapear together with her mother for going into the school. Harry was accostumed till apparitions since he was 7 years old when he went to watch a rugby match ( a muggle sport that his parents liked so much, as they were quite aware of the muggle society by his previous work of farmers. As François was going to work in the National Quidditch and Other Magical Sports Board, the departament of magical sports of the ministry of magic of south africa. Harry was to discover a truth that had haad been kept to him, because harry had been dropped of his real name and named Bramsten van Pienaar (the family surname) for his security, and an special magimorphic charm was practiced on his scar just after he entered the Pienaar's house.