"Poppy!"
Madam Pomfrey, head (and only) nurse at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, rushed out of her office towards her boss, Headmaster Albus Dumbledore. As she approached, she glanced around searching for her new patient. The Headmaster never called her to the main infirmary unless there was an emergency, instead usually going directly to her office. Not seeing a student with the Headmaster, she gave him a quizzical look as she came closer.
"Poppy, this is Harry Potter," Dumbledore said, unwrapping the blanket from the child's face and turning him slightly so the matron could see. She let out a light gasp, and quickly took him from the arms of the aging Headmaster and carried him to the nearest bed.
"What happened?" she asked as she performed a battery of standard scanning spells on the child.
"The Potters were attacked last night," Dumbledore said in a solemn tone. "Young Harry is the only survivor."
Pomfrey's lightning fast wandwork faltered for a moment as the information sank in. "You mean… James and Lily… they're gone?"
"I'm afraid so. Can you watch over Harry for a while? I need to return to Godric's Hollow and see what else I can ascertain from the house."
"Of course, Headmaster. He will be quite comfortable here, I assure you."
"Excellent. By the way, Rubeus will likely arrive soon to see how he is doing. I assume you will keep an eye on them both, and keep them out of mischief?"
"Don't worry, Headmaster. Everything will be fine, I promise," Pomfrey said, as she summoned one of the few bottles of formula she kept in the hospital wing.
Albus Dumbledore appeared, once again, in Godric's Hollow. He quickly made the walk to the Potter's home, and paused as he realized it was once again visible. The Fidelius must have collapsed due to the large amounts of dark magic released inside its boundaries. Realizing that the Aurors would arrive soon, he quickly strode into the house. He hesitated for a moment as he noticed James' body lying behind a destroyed table. Dumbledore gathered his thoughts once more and walked up the stairs and down the hallway towards the destroyed nursery.
As he walked in, he immediately noticed two things: the body of Lily Potter, crumpled in front of a crib, and what appeared to be a pile of ash with a pale wand on the floor beside it. Dumbledore removed his wand and began casting identifying spells over the pile of ash. With surprise, he found them to be human remains, and he had quickly recognized the wand as that of Tom Riddle.
Could a mere child really have somehow defeated Tom? he thought. What kind of magic could have accomplished this?
A series of crack's suddenly sounded from outside, followed by some muted shouts of shock, which were followed by sharp orders. The Aurors had arrived. Dumbledore exited the building and walked towards the Aurors, who immediately relaxed upon seeing who it was.
"Headmaster Dumbledore. What has happened here?" asked the lead Auror. "We received word that a damaged house suddenly appeared in Godric's Hollow. Is this not the residence of the Potter family?"
"I'm afraid Lord Voldemort attacked the Potter's last night. Their son, Harry, is the only survivor," Dumbledore said solemnly.
"Aurors, spread out. Document everything, even if it seems unimportant. Headmaster, I am Captain Oscar Dawson. Can you tell me anything else?" Dumbledore and the Auror moved away from the squad as they began to move through the rubble.
"From what I could tell, it seems that Voldemort was vanquished last night. I found his remains and his wand in the nursery upstairs. I have already taken young Harry to the Hogwarts infirmary to make sure he was, in fact, unharmed," Dumbledore began.
"What? You-Know-Who is gone? Headmaster, you must be joking. I have heard that Mr. and Mrs. Potter were formidable duelers, but I doubt even they could take down You-Know-Who," Dawson spoke in shock.
"I'm afraid you misunderstood me. It seems to me that Harry was the one who defeated him, though I admit I am unable to discern how." Dumbledore replied.
"Grimes! Get over here!" Dawson shouted to his subordinates. "Headmaster, I'm afraid I must ask you to go with Cadet Grimes here and give an official statement. We need to finish documenting the scene, then we will take the Potters' remains to the morgue."
A slightly overweight Auror stumbled over half of a dining table as he approached. "Yes, Captain, what did you need?"
"Cadet, I need you to take Headmaster Dumbledore to the office and get his statement about what happened here. Drop him off in the interview rooms, alert Madam Bones that there was an attack here, and get back right away. Got it?" asked Dawson.
"Yes, sir. Right this way Headmaster. I'll meet you at the security station in the Atrium, alright?" Grimes said.
"Of course, Mr. Grimes. See you in a moment." With a twist and a pop, Albus Dumbledore was gone.
Late that night, Albus Dumbledore walked into the entrance hall of Hogwarts. Almost immediately, he was confronted by Minerva McGonagall.
"Albus, what happened last night? I brought one of my students to the hospital wing after a failed switching spell and Harry Potter was in there! Where are Lily and James? What has happened?" McGonagall queried.
"Minerva, I'm afraid Lord Voldemort attacked the Potter's home last night. Lily and James… were both killed. Harry is the only surviving Potter."
McGonagall faltered in her walk. "Wh-what? Lily and James are dead? I spoke to them only three days ago… why did he target them?"
"Alas, we may never know. It appears that somehow, Voldemort was destroyed. I found his remains and his wand in the Potter's nursery. I know this is a shock, my dear, but right now I need your help. You see, word has already gotten out to the Wizengamot that Harry is now an orphan, and I'm afraid that some… less savory people may attempt to get their hands on him. It is horrible to imagine, but I suspect several of those trying to gain custody over him are, in fact, unmarked Death Eaters. We must protect him. Please, Minerva, you must find Petunia, Lily's sister. As family, if we can place Harry with her then he cannot be adopted by anyone else."
McGonagall looked shocked. "Petunia Evans? Headmaster, that woman hates everything about us. There is no way she will want to raise a wizard. Please, Albus find someone else."
"I'm afraid this is our only recourse, my friend. To do otherwise puts Harry's life at risk. Please, Minerva, at least find her, then we can decide on a course of action. Time is of the essence." Dumbledore urged.
"Very well. We will be discussing this later, though, Albus."
"Of course, of course. Thank you. Send me a patronus once you have found them and I will join you." Dumbledore said. McGonagall spun on her heel and moved quickly towards her office to use the Floo. Dumbledore turned to the grand staircase and moved towards the hospital wing.