AUTHOR NOTE: I have several ideas for Harry Potter fanfics, and yet I have not enough time to write it. I may take some of these ideas and write them or I may let anyone interested to adopt one. Also, these may have some misspelled words and broken grammar. It's because these are simply drafts, which I'm not yet ready to act upon.

AN for idea 1: This will be a Harry Potter X Agents of Mayhem crossover fic, which would be a heavily AU for both fandoms (like how I make LEGION actually a good organization-albeit hidden- and their main purpose is to research new paths of magic). The story genres are Humor, Parody.

Summary for idea 1: Harry Potter was supposedly to be left in the Dursleys's care thanks to one of Albus Dumbledore's manipulations to get Harry Potter to be raised as his weapon against Voldemort but instead of the Dursleys, the little baby was found by one of the LEGION ministers. How's Hogwarts and British Magical World going to react of Harry Brimstone, the Boy Who Will Kick Dumbledore's ass? Featuring Magical and Good!LEGION (which means, the Devil's Nights never happens and MAYHEM will never happens), Manipulative Old Buffoon!Dumbledore, and Sane!Riddle.

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Privet Drive, one of the suburban streets in Little Whinging, and possibly the most boring area anyone can find of as its neighborhood only consists of a number of plain, boxy, identical houses, with gardens at the front and back. It was very, very normal.

It was almost midnight on November 1st in that very normal-looking neighborhood, everyone was already deep in their slumbers, completely unaware of the presences of two magical people dropping off a baby boy in a bundle of blankets in front of 4 Privet Drive's porch as if it was a bottle milk—despite the woman's, a witch, protest.

"But Albus!" Minerva McGonagall protested. "what would happen if they abused Harry Potter?"

Albus Dumbledore just twinkled like a strobe light on Pepper-Up Potion and muggle steroid. "I can assure you Minerva, that Petunia will no doubt love her nephew like she loves her son, Dudley."

What he didn't say to his colleague is that he fully expects Harry to be downtrodden, humbled. The Dursleys of course will abuse and neglect the Boy Who Lived. It is part of his grand plan to achieve Greater Good after all. The boy needs to be malleable enough so Albus can easily guide him and 'nurture' him for the Greater Good and making Harry humble enough so he can sacrifice himself to fulfill the prophecy.

After saying goodbyes to baby Harry (with Minerva still looked unease over the fact that they have to leave Harry with those muggles), both of them Disapparated away, leaving Harry Potter all alone on the house porch, freezing.

Albus Dumbledore had forgot to cast a Warming Spell for baby Harry.

Harry Potter was confused of why he felt so cold. Where is his mummy? Where is his daddy? Where's Unca Pa' Foo? Why that creepy twinkling old man leaving him here? Why his head felt hurt? Where is he?

The baby squirmed uncomfortably in his now cold blanket. Harry was all alone and he didn't like the feeling. He cried for his mummy, but no one come to aid.

"Mummy?" Harry sobbed. "Daddy?"

The neighborhoods of Privet Drive didn't hear his cries. Harry cried again, this time accidentally calling a bit of his magic to attract attention. Nobody hears him. Harry was upset. Normally his mummy and daddy will immediately come to him, but why they didn't come now? Where are they?

Suddenly, Harry heard a rather quiet rumbling sound as he looked up from his cold blanket and spotted a very expensive limo passing through the street. Harry decided to try to call again, this time focusing his magic to attract whoever on that limo. Maybe they will help him to get his parents here.

The passenger of that expensive limo is a rather elegant woman who looked like she was in her late 40s *), and she's not just an ordinary lady. She's a witch, a rather powerful one in that. The lady was fuming tonight after her brief visit to British Magical World.

"What were those British wizards thinking? Hailing un petit bébé as their national hero?" The lady snorted in annoyance.

She also found it to be humorous that those British magical people still fear of their Dark Lord name, even though they themselves claimed he's already defeated. Really, his name literally translated to 'Flight of Death', what a joke!

She was about to continue with her own musing, when she felt a sudden surge of accidental magic emerging near in her current location. Followed by a baby cry that seems to resonate in... her mind?

'Mon Dieu! A natural Legilimens?! In this Non-magical area?!' she thought. "Phillip! Stop the limo!"

"Yes, Madame Brimstone." The driver obeyed.

Before the limo could fully stop, the witch heard another baby cry in her mind as if said baby wants her to come to get him immediately. She sent a wandless detection spell to find where the source of this powerful accidental magic coming from. To her surprise and horror, it was coming from a baby that was just placed in front of the porch, covered only in a blanket, in a cold November night!

"Mummy?" The baby looked up, hopeful.

The witch just gaped.

'WHICH IDIOT LEFT A YEAR-OLD BABY ALL ALONE IN A COLD NIGHT?!' She thought. She then took the baby into her arms and examined the nasty scar that marred on the poor baby's forehead. She sighed in dismay.

"Whoever left this poor enfant must be either stupid, ignorant, or plain cruel." She murmured as she carried the baby with her back to her limo. "A cursed scar. Even a young wizard or a witch can tell that this scar is cursed by simply feel it's dark aura."

A thought came to her mind as she comforted the poor baby.

"Well, it's been a long time since Lucas and I last raised our children..." she murmured. "and clearly this baby is a wizard. I suppose it wouldn't hurt us to try to raise another."

Baby Harry kept making happy noises, which warms the witch's heart at how cute he looks.

She finally made her decision. After all, children are precious. Certainly, her husband would agree with her.

Persephone Brimstone will raise this baby to be the best wizard the world could ever have. And no one should dare try to turn him into their pawn.

Meanwhile, Albus was confused of why his silver trinkets that he used to monitor Harry unable to work properly. And why the Blood Wards suddenly disappeared from 4 Privet Drive?

"Either I must be having a nightmare, or Severus must've spiked my lemon drops again." Albus muttered.

*) Despite of her appearance, she's actually over 90 years old though. It's true- according to Agents of Mayhem wiki.