Hello Guys, I would like to introduce myself really quick before you read my fanfic. I'm a guy in my early twenties currently completing my studies and working during the week. I decided to give my creative writing a chance, seeing as I love reading and I'm a HUGE fan of HP. Also, I have some pretty good ideas which I would just love to share with you guys. Anyways, I really hope you enjoy this first chapter, and please let me know if you think this is something for which I should cultivate more time. Without further ado, here we go:

Disclaimer: Harry Potter and all associated characters are the property of J.K Rowling.

November 1, 1981

Little Whinging, Surrey

If one were to wander through Surrey on the night of November 1st, 1981, they wouldn't notice a thing out of the ordinary. The streets were particularly empty, with families taking refuge from the cold, breezy nights in the comfort of their homes. It was a peaceful evening, with the silence being interrupted by the occasional bark of a dog or the rustling of dried up leaves being carried away by the wind.

Seemingly out of the blue, a loud sound could be heard throughout the streets. If an ordinary person were to listen to that sound, they would assume that it was some sort of fire-arm being fired off. However, if the person to have heard the sound were a wizard, they would instantly recognize the sound of apparition.

It was on this fateful night that Albus Dumbledore found himself wandering the streets of Little Whinging. Reaching into the pocket of his robes, he pondered on the previous night's events. The whole of wizarding Britain was celebrating the defeat of one, if not the most, powerful dark lords to have risen to power. He himself had been relatively surprised as to the outcome of the previous night. When he got word of what had taken place at Potter Cottage, he had immediately headed to Godric's Hollow to see what had happened there himself. To say he was left speechless was an understatement.

Flashback - October 31, 1981

When he arrived at the Potter Cottage's location, he immediately realized that disaster had struck the Potter Family. The Fidelius that had been placed by him had been completely destroyed, as had the handsome cottage where the Potters went into hiding. Taking out his wand, he carefully treaded through the garden while studying his surroundings. If his intel had been correct, then he needn't have worried about anything, but one could never be too sure. The Dark Lord had many loyal followers, many of whom would be quite happy to instigate some form of chaos as a way of avenging their master.

Casting a Homenum Revelio and making sure that there was nobody around, he released a breath he hadn't realized he was holding, glad that there was no impending danger. Carefully opening the front door, he was dismayed as to the site which received him. Lord James Potter, one of his favorite Gryffindors and trusted friend, was laying at the foot of the steps leading up to the first floor of the house, staring into oblivion with glassy eyes. Wiping an escaped tear from his eyes, he approached the body and levitated it into the middle of the room, transfiguring one of the curtains into a red and golden blanket which he used to cover the corpse. Gathering his Gryffindor courage and steeling himself for the sight that might greet him, he headed up the stairs and into the room where he knew the young Potter heir had resided.

The first thing he noticed was the body lying still next to an empty crib. This had finally proved too much and tipped his emotions, making him release a silent sob. He wondered what had gone wrong in order for these events to take place and the life of these wonderful people to be taken. The only thing consoling him was the fact that he knew that the Potter child was safe, currently in the care of Rubeus Hagrid, one of the few people who had his complete trust.

Waving his wand in intricate and complicated patters, he tried to forge an image of the events that had transpired in that small room. He could tell that there had been no resistance from Lily, as he had spotted her wand lying on a small table next to the crib. Finally, there was a small buzzing sound which came from his wand, confirming his suspicions. While Lord Voldemort had been destroyed, along with most of the house, he had still detected large residues of dark magic. Magic so dark, he had no memory of encountering something similar. Sure, his late lover Grindelwald had been a practitioner of the dark arts, but never to this level of devotion and commitment. When he heard the news, he had assumed that this was not the end of Lord Voldemort, seeing as there was currently a prophecy in play.

Casting further diagnostical spells, he came to the conclusion that this indeed was not the end of the Dark Lord. With his suspicions confirmed, he set to levitating Lily down to the living room and placing her next to her husband, transfiguring yet another curtain to the same colors as James' and placing it over her. With one last sad look at the pair, he bid his goodbye and set out into the night, going over plans he had concocted after hearing the news relating to the Potters.

End of Flashback -

He finally found what he was looking for. Grabbing hold of the device which any muggle would identify as a lighter, he took a look around, making sure that there were no spectators, and clicked it three times. Instantly, all the lights in the street left their designated lamp posts and floated towards him, slowing down as they got closer. Once they reached him, he lifted the Deluminator, which attracted the trajectory of the flying orbs of light to finally consume them, placing the street into complete darkness. Satisfied with the results, he continued his stroll through the empty street until he arrived at his desired location, Number 4 Privet Drive. After casting a quick Tempus charm, he resigned himself to a few minutes of waiting, seeing as he was a bit early than the agreed time of the rendezvous.

A few minutes of waiting later, he was cast out of his thoughts by the rattling of an engine. Looking around, wondering if he had cast the muggle-repelling charm, after all, he finally identified the source of the sound. He spotted a large object in the sky heading towards him at an alarming speed. He took out his wand, ready for action, only to release a soft sigh of relief after realizing that the object was slowing down. Finally, a motorbike landed in front of him, carrying the large silhouette that could be none other than Rubeus Hagrid.

So this is the first chapter, I really hope you enjoyed it. Please R&R, and let me know what you think so far :). I really look forward to your opinions!