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Chapter 7: The Boy-who-Lived

October 31, 1981

Calypso looked at the ruined house with sadness and apprehension. Her master…her husband was gone, but she knew he was not dead. He was merely diminished in body and power. She knew his deepest secrets and if she was ever to go home for good she knew she'd have to pave the way for Harry.

Poor Harry, she thought picking through the ruins of the home. Harry would grow up with muggles; muggles she knew that would never understand him but she trusted her father and mother. They were all she truly cared about in the world apart from her children. So it was with a sadness she took up the most hated wand in the wizarding world and left Godric's Hollow.

November 1, 1981

Minerva and Albus tiredly walked into their private quarters and sat on the couch. Neither one had wanted to leave little Harry at the Dursleys, but there was really no other safe alternative. So with heavy hearts they stared into the fire.

"Any other time this would be a warm moment, but sadly not tonight," came a tired voice from the shadows.

The two professors whipped around to see Calypso emerge from a corner of the room. "How long have you been here?" Albus asked standing up.

"As long as you have. I came only to say good bye," she replied.

"Whatever for? He's gone and you can home now," Minerva exclaimed.

"No mom I can not," she said shaking her head, "we both know he is not truly dead. He is merely biding his time and I must as well. I shall now go into hiding to keep the secrets till Harry is ready to defeat him. I came only to tell you and the girls to never take off the charms I gave you."

"We won't I promise," Minerva said giving her daughter a hug and kiss. Albus did as well and they watched as she jumped out of the window and disappeared from sight.


1981--1991

The years pass and the Dumbledores hear no word from Calypso. They received gifts on special occasions: birthdays, graduations, Christmas, anniversaries, etc. but nothing more.

In London; however, a small little boy with a lightening shape scar was always watched by a strange woman. A woman with odd blue eyes and dark brown hair. She never spoke to him, but every time Harry needed help she was there. She was always there helping him up or listening to his problems.

On more than one occasion he had thought she'd come in the house and healed him while he slept, but he never had any proof. And so his life went till he received a letter that changed his life forever.

July 1992

Harry returned home from his first year at Hogwarts to find the strange woman gone. Over the years he had nicknamed her 'Angel' because she was always there. Going to Hogwarts he had been certain she had to be magic for some of the things she did. He had waited all year to tell her what he'd learned.

'Angel' was the only one who ever listened to him. Of course she never spoke, but she always listened. He was vastly disappointed to find she had moved away over the school year. He didn't know who he'd talk to now and so hoped the summer would quickly end and he could return to his true home; Hogwarts.