Albus Dumbledore was a fool. That was among the best words to describe this old man. He

believed that he was the one to outsmart everyone and take over Magical Britain. "For the

Greater Good." Unfortunately, he was amazing at manipulation. Well, so he thought.

When Albus dropped off the little baby on the doorstep of Harry's aunt and uncle's house, he

believed he would soon receive the perfect sacrificial lamb. Little did he know what was to

come.

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When Mrs. Petunia Dursley opened the door on the morning of November 1st, she was not

expecting the small baby on her porch where the milk should have been. She shrieked and

yelled for her husband to come. Vernon, her husband, came and picked up the basket. He

placed it on the table, and Petunia sneered as she realized just who it was on her table. Her

stupid sister's son. Harry Potter. Then she noticed the letter.

After she opened it, Petunia scanned the letter. Her face contorted in anger. The nerve of

that old coot! She barked at Vernon to give her the keys to the car, waking up the baby on the

table. He started crying, and Vernon roared at the baby to shut up. Amazingly, he did. Petunia's

eyes widened in horror, then frosted over. She snatched the keys from her husband, roughly

grabbed the basket, and stormed out the door. She shoved the basket into the back seat and

started off down the road in almost a frenzy.

Petunia stopped at an alley roughly a mile and a half from her home. She took the basket out

of the car and set it on the grimy ground of the trash filled alley. She sneered once more and

said nothing but "good riddance" towards the baby, then briskly turned around and left the now

twice abandoned Harry Potter.

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The wards surrounding Orion Sirrah's alley alerted her that something had entered it. She

Apparated there and her eyes immediately fell to the basket with the crying baby who had only

been left minutes before. Orion's eyes filled with tears once she realized that this small child had

been left for dead!

Orion's shadow fell upon the basket and Harry looked up at the stranger. His tears stopped,

as if he knew who she was. His intelligent green eyes met her own violet ones. He cooed

slightly, and wriggled in the blanket he was swaddled in. She picked up this mysterious child,

then noticed the scar on his forehead.

Though it had been only one day, the entire Wizarding World knew of the Potter's demise

and the fate of the Dark Lord and Harry Potter.

"Well, mister Potter, I guess you are now mine. Though I have no idea why someone would

leave such a beautiful baby here. We must get you somewhere we can live in peace." Orion

smiled gently down at the baby. She nuzzled his forehead with her nose and Apparated away.

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Orion arrived at Gringotts Wizarding Bank, and quickly strode inside. She approached the

desk, and spoke quietly to the goblin. "This is Harry Potter. I am Orion Sirrah and I need help.

Take the blood tests you need. But we need help. Please."

"We shall need to take the tests to prove your identity, but come with me, and we will provide

protection as needed until we have our results. My name is Grimclaw."

Soon, everything was taken care of, and Orion was explaining to Ragnok that she wanted to

adopt this child because it was clear of what happened. Luckily, they agreed. They transferred

Harry's money to her measly account, and bought her a house. She gave up some of her blood

and magic so that he would truly be hers. Orion was so excited to be a mother. And soon, her

wish was granted.

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