A/N: It was requested of me to do another chapter. To find out what happened at Godrics Hollow. So I will fulfill the request. If you wish me to continue I will so, but it's up to the readers.

Arriving at the Potters home, Albus found nothing, but ruin. It was still late and few muggles ventured out all oblivious and dazed. He heard a soft crying pf a child somewhere in the ruin and rushed along to find baby Harry. It seems Harry was very fortunate and was lying with a blanket on top of the ruble which once was the fire place.

Albus scooped Harry up and wrapped him in the blanket. Harry instantly calmed and snuggled in close. Holding close the only comfort he had had for hours. Hagrid landed behind some bushed to Albus' right. The muggles hadn't noticed Albus or even Hagrid; they were all too busy looking at the disaster before him.

A couple of men in muggle uniforms showed up and began to take charge. "All right, please folks, stay behind the tape we need to do our job now. It seems there was a problem with the gas line; we are hoping there are survivors." The man who spoke immediately walk over to Albus. With his scared face and 'distinguished' features Albus only needed one quick glace.

"Alastor." He greeted.

"It seems it was Death Eaters, Maybe even Voldemort himself. Hagrid." He added with a quick nod.

"Sir." Hagrid responded.

"I do believe it was Voldemort." Albus said softly.

"Then…"

"Alastor, I do not have children or grandchildren, who do you, think I'm holding?"

"Harry? This is young Harry?"

"Whole and healthy except for one minor change…"

"And that is?"

"A brand new scar." Albus replied. Alastor Moody leaned over and saw the lightning shape on Harry's forehead.

"I have never seen such a mark."

"Of course not, Voldemort intended on killing Harry and did not succeed."

They all knew it was a scar left only by the death curse. "The boy who lived." Mumbled Alastor.

"Sir?" Alastor turned to a young Auror running towards him.

"What is it boy?" he said with a growl. It didn't bug the Auror though he was 'use' to such harshness.

"We have recover James Potter's body and his wife Lily Potter."

"We should give them a proper Wizard burial." Albus suggested and Alastor nodded.

"Have them taken away in the body bags." The boy nodded, but did not move. "Is that it?"

"No, sir, I also found this." He held up a black sleek wand and Albus knew exactly whose it was. He took it from the man.

"This is Voldemorts wand." Both Aurors flinched in fear.

Alastor looked at Albus. "So he came in killed the Potter, went up stairs to kill the boy only to fail and then what?"

"It is almost too simple; the death curse was for some reason reflected back to him."

"He Who Must Not Be Named is dead?" Asked the young Auror.

Albus shot him a looked and he almost fell over in fear. "Perhaps, or maybe he is still out there."

"Well there were some empty robes by the wand, sir"

"Then maybe he is gone" pondered Albus.

"What of the boy?" Asked Moody. "He should be protected incase any Death Eaters decide to have a little revenge for their great master."

"True, I will take him and place him under the protection of the only family he has." Alastor nodded and Albus turned to Hagrid as Alastor returned to his duties. "The Potters funeral will be tomorrow and after have many duties to attend to." This was one of the few times anyone would ever see Albus so serious. "You must take care of Harry and then meet me at his relative's house tomorrow night."

"Yes, Sir" With that Albus handed over Harry Potter, the boy who lived.