AN: Hey this is maticore and this is my announcement on the fact that I do not own the rights to the franchises of either harry potter nor the Fate series.

This chapter has been beta read by Acolyte of the blood moon

Chapter 1

It was a cold day, on which the strange occurrences had been happening throughout the day. These strange sightings had been seen all over the country, from Glasgow to London. There were official sightings things from shooting stars through to owls in the daylight.

This had all started when Albus Dumbledore had announced that one Evan Potter had not only survived the killing curse, but also somehow repulsed it back upon its caster, one Lord Voldemort. In doing so, Evan had instantly went from a normal child to a so called national treasure, being hailed as 'the boy who lived' by the masses of the magical world, and they started to celebrate with gay abandon. While they were celebrating, no one but a select few realized that the person they were celebrating had a twin who was being secreted away.

One Vernon Dursley was a great believer in working for what you had. He had his job and his family and while he knew that he might not be the healthiest man in the world, he had worked for his position as a manager in Grunnings to afford that bit extra for him and his wife.

So when his wife told him of her sister's so called gifts, it flew in the face of everything he believed in. To be able to just wave a stick and not need to do the work for the end... disgraceful. Together they decided a normal life was for them, so when their little boy arrived they couldn't be happier. True they might be spoiling him a bit, but they could afford it so why not? He was their only son!

Then came that day in November. He remembered getting up in the morning and getting ready for work letting Petunia sleep longer. She had been up at night with Dudley. Watching the news he saw some things that he just shrugged off as some of those flash thingies... flash mobs that is it.

Seriously, how else do you explain shooting stars over Kent? Possibly a flash mob launching fireworks for the giggles. It is Guy Fawkes in a few days. He shook off the strange reports and headed out. Throughout the day one thing kept popping up. An orange cat with strange markings on its face. He didn't know why, but something kept niggling at the back of his mind, just out of reach, but always there. Shaking the feeling off he headed home and to bed. It had been a long and hard day, hopefully those hoodlums will have cut out their nonsense by tomorrow.

Xxxxx

It was close to midnight and there was a small layer of frost laying on the ground. If anyone had been passing through Privet Drive at that moment, they would have described it as an eerie ambiance. Even with that there was nary a movement until with a quiet snap a tall man in the most ridiculous clothing appeared in the shadows at the end of the street.

Stepping to the edge of the shadow he could be seen, if anyone was looking, reaching for something in his pocket. Retrieving what looked like an old flip lighter the man started to click with it, slowly but gradually removing all sources of light overlooking the street. He then stored the lighter and walked down the street to an ordinary house and proceeded to wait.

"You know Minerva if you continue to sit like that you might catch a cold." said the old man before turning to look at what had once been the orange cat.

"No matter where you can always tell it's me …. how?" mumbled the middle aged woman... Minerva grumpily.

"Well considering you were doing a good impression of a statue that was a bit a clue" chuckled her companion. The only reply he received to this was a barely audible growl.

"Are you sure this is the right thing to do Albus?" asked the witch with a look of worry.

"And what would you have me do, you know the kind of treatment squibs receive in our world" Albus replied.

"I know but surely she could still live with her parents? Even if she isn't part of our world she can still have her family!" The woman was near frantic now, she had come to watch the family and didn't understand why Albus had chosen them! She didn't understand why the children had to be separated.

"It must be this way, as if she was to grow with Evan she would most likely grow up spiteful and jealous for her lack of magic. This way she has a family and she won't be put in the position where she is faced with that inability." Albus said sounding completely reasonable.

Just as Minerva was about to reply, a quiet rumbling was heard. They turned round and saw a light in the sky slowly descending. This turned out to be a giant of a man on a bike.

"Ah Hagrid, did you bring her?" asked the old man sincerely.

"Yes Professor Dumbledore sir, she is sound asleep and has been for a while" the man, Hagrid quietly rumbled.

"Good, good" Albus replied.

Taking the child's basket from the giant, he slowly walked up to the door of the house that they were here for, and laid the basket containing the young girl on the doorstep gently. Making sure that she was wrapped up in her small purple blanket properly, her arm around a plush of a wolf, he softly laid a couple of last minute charms on her and a pre-written letter for the family.

Turning away he started to walk away when a hand caught his elbow. "This is your last chance to change your mind Albus, as this decision is the one decision that will shape her life for good or ill" said Minerva in a serious voice. At this he nodded and started to head to the end of the street. Meanwhile no one heard him mumbling to himself "I am sure, as in all things, sacrifices must be made for the greater good." And with that he disappeared.

Xxxxx

The next morning one Petunia Dursley nee Evans was taking the empty milk bottles out when she saw the basket. Not wanting a scene she quickly brought it inside to the living-room of her house. Looking inside she saw a small girl fast asleep that looked almost the spitting image of her 'perfect' sister Lily when she a was a child. She noticed a letter addressed to her laying on the cotton blanket and quickly picked it up.

Dear Mrs Dursley/

My name is Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore. You may remember me from when I came to your home to invite your sister to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. I am writing to you in account to the child that was with this letter. The child's name is Morgan Lilith Potter she is one and a half year old and was born on July 31. She is one of a set of twins and is the daughter of your sister. The reason she is with you is that her family was attacked on Halloween and her grandparents killed, while you sister and brother-in-law have survived.

There were unforeseen consequences of the attack. Both children survived but young Morgan became what is known in our community a squib. A person born to a magical family who is unable to use magic themselves. These people are not treated well. So it was decided that, with her brother's fame and her anonymity, she would be secreted away.

This would allow her to possibly live a normal life. Your sister and her husband have set up a support fund for her for later in her life and have set up money for if you require anything to take care of her. They only ask that she is treated well.

Sincerely Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore.

Petunia was of two minds after reading the letter, one she was really irritated that she had just had a child literally foisted on her by her sister. And not only that, but a child that looks exactly like 'perfect Lily'. But on the other hand the child was living proof that her sister wasn't so perfect after all she had just abandoned her daughter for not having her the 'freakiness' that she did and Petunia REALLY wanted to rub it in her face.

But what to do about the girl. Well if she is not one of the freaks maybe Dudley could have a little sister? Someone to look after, it would allow him to direct his energy into something useful. Yes that could work. Even if she does end up having those freaky powers they can just blame them as she will be their little girl! But how to convince Vernon. And how to make the transition look natural, and not just have her appear out of nowhere.

It wasn't till later that evening when Vernon came home that he noticed little Morgan sitting in the corner of the room playing with her plush, while Dudley was playing with his blocks. He had to look twice to make sure that he wasn't seeing things, and then went to talk to Petunia.

"Pet why is there a little girl in the living room?" he asked tentatively preparing himself for any possibility.

"Oh you mean little Morgan? She was left all alone on our doorstep last night. I brought her in and looked after her till you came home so that we could talk about what to do with her." Petunia replied in a tone that said she had already made up her mind on what to do.

"Okay then why don't you tell me the details." At which she did and neither were happy for many reasons.

They had worked hard to get to where they were. For what could be described as the picturesque normal life. And out of nowhere some 'magic' user swoops in and decides to ruin it. No, Vernon was not happy. He was also not happy about Morgan, not about her being here but the reason. True Vernon might not be the most tolerant man in the world but to exile someone for that is stupid from his point of view. He could also see the benefits of giving Dudley a little sister. He himself had a sister and he had to admit in his youth he would have went to quite extreme lengths to make sure she was safe. So giving Dudley this motivation would be good.

There was the ever present possibility of her developing the 'powers' her parents had. He had to admit they were useful in situations, so if he had a daughter with it then on the rare time that he needed the help he could get it. He didn't need to like the concept of 'magic' to utilize it. If he remembered his myths and legends correctly there were several heroes who disliked magic but still used it as it was needed. Why not follow the example of the best?

"Okay this is what is going to happen" said Vernon as he started to lay out his plans about how they would adopt young Morgan. And so began her life with the Dursleys, not knowing that it would be short-lived thanks to the magicals she was supposed to be hidden from. But for now things in the family were happy and loving and that is what mattered.