A/N: Wow some people actually got that it was a decoy, I though I was being really subtle, lol. Well I hope you like this chapter.

Five years later:

Five-Year Anniversary Of The Disappearance of Harry Potter

Five years ago the magical world was amazed to discover that young Harry Potter, now hero of the magical world, had defected You-Know-Who (we refrain from printing He's name due to complaints from readers). That night Harry Potter disappeared from his parent's house and has yet to be found. The ministry of magic asks anyone with information as to his whereabouts to please come forward. They are also searching for a Minerva McGonagall who is know to be the one who took him from his parent's ruined house.

There have been many sightings of them over the five years. First in America, then in Ireland, and just last week in Denmark. It is rumored that Harry Potter is going by the name Henry Portland, and Minerva McGonagall by Sara Portland. Harry's once jet-black hair has been turned many different colors but usual brown, and McGonagall is though to have changed her looks to become younger. If you have seen or heard about either of these people please alert the ministry.

We are still hopeful to bring young Harry Potter to his guardians, Vernon and Petunia Dursley's, house sometime in the future. Until that time we can only hope that he is safe were ever he is.
"Harry Potter get in this bath right now!" Minerva McGonagall yelled at her five year old charge.

"But Grandma its to cold," the little boy wined at her. McGonagall had to admit he looked so cute when he wined, it was so hard to say no to him. Yet after five years of this she was getting better at it. 'It seems like just yesterday he was a baby' she thought sadly, 'and in only six years he'll be old enough to go to Hogwarts.' But she couldn't think about that now, now she had to make sure he was happy and they didn't get caught.

"If you had gotten in when I told you to it wouldn't be cold," she said making her mouth form a thin line, so he would know she meant it. It was the signal she had invented with her students to show she was angry, but with him she use it as a warning.

"But why do I need a bath? I had one yesterday."

"I told you, Kindergarten starts tomorrow and I want you looking nice." McGonagall had decided years ago that once Harry started school she would have to stick to English speaking countries, so here they were in America. Since she had sent that letter to her Aunt Anne she had moved from country to country, only once going back to England. She know her Aunt wasn't to be trusted knowing she would turn the letter into the ministry, it had bought them some time.

It had been a hard life the first few years, living from paycheck to paycheck, trying to find someone to take care of Harry well she went to night school to get a degree in muggle teaching. Then last year it had happened, she had gotten an American teaching degree, she would be back in the classroom doing what she loved. Now they lived most of the time in the US and sometimes moved to other countries were she taught at the American high schools.

Right now they were in California, near San Francisco, were she had managed to get a small apartment, teaching didn't pay very well. She figured they could stay another month before they had to move on. It was a sham, because she loved California. 'Oh well this is the price I must pay to keep Harry, and I don't know how I'd live without him.'

"But Grandma, why do I have to go to Kindergarten?"

"To get a good education, make friends, and give me some peace. Now Get In The Bath!"

"What's education?"

"Harry!"

"Coming," the little boy jumped into the bath, his hair was jet-black, and he had brilliant emerald green eyes that McGonagall thought made him look like a baby angle.

"Now Harry there's something I wanted to talk to you about. This is very serious so you must pay close attention."

"OK Grandma."

"You remember me explaining why you don't live with your parents and how there are people after us?"

"Yes."

"And because of that we are in hiding?"

"Yes."

"So we are going to have to change your name and appearance for Kindergarten like we do when we go out in public."

"What's appearance Grandma?"

"What you look like."

"Ohhhhhh."

"So what name would you like to use this time?"

"Darth Vader!" McGonagall shock her head, sometimes she regarded buying those Star Wars movies.

"I already told you, we have to pick a name that wouldn't draw attention.

"But I want Darth Vader," Harry winded.

"How about Derek Vander? That's close."

"OK," he said happily. It sometimes amazed McGonagall how easily it was to amused him. 'Now like the kids back at Hogwarts' she thought sadly.

"And I'll be Jane Vander, can you remember that?"

"Yes, Derek and Jane Vander. Where will you be teaching?"

"In the same school, 4th grade. So if you have any problems you can come and get me, ok?"

"Yes."

"And you remember the story I told you?"

"Yes, you're my Grandma who raised me and my parents are dead."

"Great Harry, now we just need to change our looks."

She took the boy out of the bathtub, dried him off with a towel, and looked him over.

"I think red hair and freckles," she said to her self well pulling out her wand.

"Magic, Magic," Harry yelled happily as she preformed the charm him. Harry always loved seeing magic, and she couldn't wait till he was old enough for her to teach him some simple spells.

"Now go get ready for bed," she said shooing him back into his room. "Lights out in five minutes.

"Ok, Grandma, night."

"Goodnight Harry, sleep tight."