The Beginning

Dumbledore had appeared from the corner of Privet Drive. The plan for Harry was all set. He would be able to mold him into a sacrificial goat for the war. He'll be able to be seen as

Dumbledore was walking towards the corner. He notices a cat that was stiffly on the wall. He had already turned off all the street lights. Making it quite better to hide his motives.

"Fancy seeing you here, McGonagall," he says with a smile.

The tabby cat no longer there. Instead, an older woman with square glasses and the same facial expressions as the cat. She was wearing an emerald cloak and her hair pulled back into a tight bun.

"How did you know it was me?" she asks.

"My dear Professor, I never seen a cat sit so stiffly."

"You'd be stiff if you'd been sitting on a brick wall all day."

"All day? When you could have been celebrating? I must have passed a dozen feast and parties on my way here."

McGonagall scoffs slightly angrily. Those celebrations were not for her at the moment. Even Dumbledore notice her indifference to this kind of things

"Oh yes, everyone's is celebrating alright," she says impatiently. "You'd think they'd be a bit more careful. But no — even Muggles have noticed something's going on. It was on their news."

"You can't blame them," he says gently. "We've had precious little to celebrate for eleven years."

Dumbledore was smirk on the inside. He knew that McGonagall would be the one to rant about people not trying to hide their celebration. That she wouldn't even notice what truly happened to Lily and James.

"What they are saying is that last night Voldemort turned up in Godric's Hollow," she finally says after her long rant. "He went to find the Potters. The rumor is that Lily and James Potter are . . . are . . . that they're . . . dead."

Dumbledore lowers his head as if to show it was true. He knew this would get a reaction from her. That she'll believe he was truly mourning their lost.

"Lily and James . . . I can't believe it . . . I don't want to believe it . . . Oh, Albus . . ."

The conversation went on as Hagrid finally came to drop Harry off. Dumbledor keep his façade and believing that the Dursley would tell Harry that he was a wizard.

Time had frozen after little Harry was left on the steps of Mr. and Mrs. Dursley's house. There was a tall figure approaching the house. They were tall and sleek. Their hair like clouds at night. Skin dark like the night sky with. His eyes spark as if he could hold the hold universe in them.

"You are a part of two prophecies. But only one of them is your own," the figure whispers into Harry's ear.

"Sir, do you really think this is a good idea," another figure approaching from behind speaks up.

This figure looked youthful and feminine. She gave grace and elegance as she walks. Her hair the color of mahogany standing out against her light brown of her skin. She looks no older then nineteen.

"Yes. As you have said this prophecy wouldn't work without him, Melita." The figure says.

Melita sighs. Knowing she couldn't argue their logic. It was inevitable that they would be here to make the change. Being as Melita wasn't a goddess. The law of not interfering in prophecy didn't apply to her.

"So, we wait?" Melita asks.

"No. We take him now," the figure says picking up baby Harry and handing it to Melita.

"Why now?"

"Because we're are going to give him to his real guardian. And we're taking the young child of magic as well."

Melita nods. She knew where this was going. They were going to unfreeze time and then make sure they move along to their day. She was to be the one that deliveries, young Harry and the other baby to Sirius.

Melita didn't know how lucky she got by finding Sirius before he found Pettigrew. She also got lucky by persuading Hecate to give Melita her baby. Everything was going according to the plan.

Melita approaches him. No intention of harming him. She held Harry in her right arm and Hecate's daughter in her left. She had hoped that this would make he at ease with her

"Who's there?" Sirius says turning around and pointing his wand at Melita

He cursed at himself when he notices she held two babies in her arms. He didn't believe in hurting woman and kids. Especially babies. They didn't deserve any harm?

"I'm only here to help," Melita says moving closer so he could see Harry.

Sirius was speechless when he noticed Harry. Even more so when it was with such

Why was this person giving him back Harry. It made no logical sense to him. He had no right to take care of his godson by Dumbledore orders.

"I need you to take care of both of these kids," she says.

Sirius was in shock. He couldn't even say anything. He just watches as she tries to hand him the babies.

"What are you doing with my godson?" Sirius ask pulling away from taking both the children.

Melita looked at him wide-eyed. She wasn't expecting that answer. She had expected him to take them. She had expected this to be easy. No problems or questions asked about what she was doing. This was making everything a little more harder.

"I believe you are a better fit as you're the godfather of this baby. But I need you to take both of them," Melita says making sure he didn't pull away.

Sirius takes the babies. Still in awe that Melita trusts him. Even if they barely meet. She was changing his whole life. He couldn't just go after the person that ruined everything.

But he had so many questions. Questions he was about to ask before Melita touches his forehead. Giving him the information, he needs to live a muggle life. To be out of sight from the magical world. And have no one find him.

The moment he had time processed everything, Melita was gone. Only a note of an address and house keys were left.

Sirius picked it up. This day just keep getting weirder and weirder.