You'll notice that I written some directly from the PS...... it's mostly
their clothes, description and the start on some of the conversations
and thoughts........ not much of the conversations and thoughts
since it's a Dark Harry fic....... Happy reading....
Chapter 1: The Boy Who Returned
Mr and Mrs Dursley, of number four, Privet Drive, was proud to say that they were perfectly normal. They were the last people you'd expect ro be involved in anything strange of mysterious. They just didn't hold with such nonsense. Mr Dursley was the director of a firm called Grunnings, which made drills. He was a large beafy man with hardly any neck although he did have a very large moustache. Mrs Dursley was thin and had nearly twice the usual amount of neck, that came in use as she most of her time looked over garden fences spying on neighbours. They had a small son called Dudley. Their greatest fear was that someone found out about Mrs Dursleys sister, who was a witch, and her husband and their son. They just wouldn't be able to bear it.
As the Dursleys slept one night in October a strange man appeared on Privet Drive. He was tall, thin and old, judging by the silver hair and beard, which were both long enough to tuck into his belt. He was wearing long robes, a purple cloak and high-heeled boots. His blue eyes were light, bright and sparkling behind half-moon spectacles. His nose was long and crocked, as if broken. His name was Albus Dumbledore. He realised he was being watched if you went after how he suddenly looked up at a cat sitting on the Dursleys wall. Dumbledore chuckled and took up what he had been looking for in his cloak and tapped it till every light on the street had gone into the lighter-looking thing he held in his hands. He then walked to house number four and sat down on the wall beside the cat and said,
"Fancy seeing you here, Professor McGonagall."
He smiled at the proffesor that sat where the cat had been only seconds before. Sha was a rather severe-looking woman who was wearing square glasses exactly the chape of the markings the cat had round its eyes. She was wearing an emerald cloak and her hair was drawn into a tight bun.
"How did you know it was me?" She asked.
"My dear proffesor, I've never seen a cat sit so stiffly."
"You'd be stiff if you'd been sitting on a brick wall all day," said Prof. McGonagall.
"All day? when you could have been celebrating? I must have passed a dosen parties on my way here."
She sniffed angrily.
"Oh yes everyone's selebrating all right." She said inpationtly. "Even the muggles have noticed something is going on. It's on their news." She jerked her head at the Dursleys house.
"You can't blame them." said Dumbledore gently. "We've had precious little to selebrate for eleven years."
"I know that" said McGonagall irritably. "But that's no reason to loose our heads."
"Would you care for a sherbot lemon?" Dumbledore offered.
"A what?"
"A sherbot lemon. It's a kind of muggle sweet I'm rather fond of." Dumbledore explained.
"No thank you." She answered coldly. "There's a roumor," she said, "that You-Know-Who met his downfall in young Harry after he'd killed Lily and James"
She looked sadly at Dumbledore.
"It isn't true is it?" She looked at him expectantly.
"I'm afraid it is." He told her. "And please call Voldemort with his name. It all gets so worked up when you keep calling him You-Know-Who." He watched her while sucking on one of his lemon drops. McGonagall looked down on her feet and was silent a long time before she looked up at Dumbledore, who was by then studying something she couldn't quite see.
"Why are you here?" she asked him.
"I'm leaving young Harry with his only living relatives." He said without looking away from what McGonagall now saw was some kind of sweet she couldn't recognise.
"You can't mean these people. I've watched them all day. They're the worst
muggles you'll find in all of Brittain!" She stood up pgesturing towards the Dursleys.
"Why not let a wizarding family take care of him. There's not one family who wouldn't take him in. He's famous, I wouldn't be suprised if they called this day 'Harry Potter Day' from here on." She sat bock down on the wall.
"That's the reason he should live with these muggles." Dumbledore said taking his eyes of the sweets and looking up. "He shouldn't have to bear the burden of fame till he's old enough." Prof. McGonagall also looked up to see a black dot on the sky.
"You're probably right, as always." They now heard a low rumbling noise in the distance. "What is that anyways?" she asked Dumbledore jerking her head at the black dot, which had by now come closer.
"I do belive it's Hagrid." he told her. "Hagrid? Why is he - " she stared at Dumbledore. "You let Hagrid bring the child!? Are you mad?" She turned to the increasingly bigger dot coming closer.
"I'd trust him with my life."
"I'm not saying he hasn't got his heart in the right place. It's just that he-" she fell silent lost for words at what she now saw.
Hagrid, for it was he, was now close enought for them to se what he was riding. It was gigantic motrocycle, but that was nothing compared to the man riding it. Hagrid was almost twice as high and trice as broad as a normal man would be.
His face was covered by a big beard, his eyeas looked like small beatles. Dumbledore and McGonagall waited in silence for
Hagrid to come.
When he had landed he greated the witch and wizard.
"Hello, prof. Dumbledore sir. Mrs McGonagall."
"No problems on the way, were there, Hagrid?" Dumbledore asked.
"No, none at all. I met young mr Black and he lent me the bike. And Harry fell 'sleep just as we flew over Bristol."
The giant of a man looked down at a bundle he had and smiled at the figure in it. It was a baby, Harry Potter, with raven black
hair which pointed in every direction, emerald-green eyes and a lightening-bolt chapet scar over his right eye. The scar was now a shade of blood-red and black and ended one centimeter under his eye, and started three centemeters over it.
"Can't you remove that scar, prof Dumbledore?" McGonagall asked him silently as she watched the savior with pity.
"Even if I could I wouldn't. Scars can be useful, I have on myself on my left knee. A perfect map over Londons undergrounds. No it can be very useful." he said the last as if for himself.
"How are you going to explain it to his relatives?" McGonagall asked looking at the old wizard once more.
"In a letter." He said shortly still watching Harry with a furrowed brow.
"Can all this be explained in a letter?"
"It can" Dumbledore said silently. He snapped out of his thoughts and said with a louder voice, "Hagrid, give him to me."
Dumbledore took Harry from Hagrid and walked to the frontdoor of four, Privet Drive, and put the child in down on the step with
a letter. The three adults then stood watching the savior, Hagrid with tears in his eyes, McGonagall with pity and Dumbledore
with a troubled mind, in deep thought. "We should probably leave now." He said and Hagrid let out a sob mixed sigh.
"Cheer up Hagrid." McGonagall said to the giant of a man. "You'll meet him again." Hagrid just sighed again and walked to the bike slowly.
"Bye Prof Dumbledore sir. Bye Prof McGonagall."
"Bye." McGonagall said turning into the shabby cat again.
"See you both on Monday." Dumbledore said and walked to the corner from which he came, just before he walked out of Privet Drive he took out the lighter-looking thing and clicked it once and all the lights came out of it. He took one last look at the-boy-who-returned who, to the world, was know as the-boy-who-lived. But they did not know the truth of the thing.
The truth is that Harry really did die from the killing curse. But it rebounded and Voldemort's body was destroyed and somehow little Harry absorbed the life force that leaved Voldemort and lived again. Harry on got the scar to show he had been hit by the curse. "Good bye, little Harry. See you at Hogwarts." Dumbledore then disapparated from Privet Drive.
Leaving little Harry to relatives that would beat, starve and make him do all the chores if it wasn't for.
A/N: This chap wasn't very interesting but next chap will sertainly be much more interesting. Please review it though,
go on, flame me. If you think that this chap suck you really need to write how I can make it better.
And to all you homos and bisexuals, this will NOT be a slash. So don't even imply that it would be better.