Albus Dumbledore had seen much in his life. He could happily say that not much surprised him anymore, which only meant when things did surprise him, they would be that much more special.
He certainly was not expecting what had occurred that Halloween night. The betrayal of the Potters was something that he had always considered a possibility, but a small one. It certainly threw a wand into his plans, and he was not sure how he felt. The death of Lily and James was of course sad, but he had experienced many deaths now having been through two wars. It was just another unfortunate outcome of human conflict.
What put him off the most however was what had happened after their deaths. The defeat of Lord Voldemort. For years he had done his best to put an end to Tom's mad reign of terror. For years he had tried, and for years he had failed. Tom certainly had not made it easy. Whenever he would show up on the battlefield Tom would take the first chance he could to flee without making it seem he was scared. Though even to this day Dumbledore still never could tell if Tom truly feared him.
That's why the small bundle of blankets, and the baby wrapped inside them, puzzled Dumbledore as he popped another lemon drop into his mouth. The boy was currently sleeping, had been since Hagrid brought him up to his office. He had tried every spell he knew to find something, some sign of how the boy had done it.
"But he will have a power the dark lord knows not…"
"What power are you hiding inside yourself young Harry…"
"Er- Professor Dumbledore sir?" Hagrid was still in the office with the headmaster. When the half giant had found the boy with Sirius Black, he had been so distraught and hurt by the sight of the Potters house. It had taken him a while to compose himself and convince Black to hand off Harry to him. He still was pondering what Black had meant when he said he had business to take care of, he could not imagine anything more important than taking care of your god child and was surprised when the man refused to come with him to the headmaster.
Dumbledore looked up at the giant man with a look of puzzlement and worry, it was not a look that was often seen on the old mans face. "Yes Hagrid?"
"Well not te interrupt ye sir, but do we have any idea what we're going to do with the lad? Black went off without warning, who knows when he'll be back?"
Dumbledore hummed as his mind went back into deep thought. He knew that Sirius Black was the Potters secret keeper, which could only mean one thing in the end. He had given up their location to Lord Voldemort freely. He was still having trouble processing it. Sirius black, the black sheep of his family, had finally turned his back and rejoined his family's side? It just didn't make any sense, but it was the only reason all of this could have happened.
Who should look after the boy? It was a question that had been plaguing Dumbledore's mind since he had heard of what happened. He knew there would still be death eaters out there, that some would manage to escape justice. Should the boy even grow up in the wizarding world? Dumbledore remembered Lily had a muggle sister, he remembered answering her letter at a young age as the girl desperately sought to learn magic like her sister. Perhaps Harry could stay with them, though he did also remember the two sisters had not been on good terms for a while.
No, surely the boy would not stay with a wizarding family. The risks were just too great. Besides, not many good families would want to take him in anyways with his mark. Dumbledore's eyes looked back down again at the boy, at the mark on his forehead. It was perhaps the most troublesome piece of the puzzle that was tonight's events. It was a symbol he was much too familiar with, one that brought back painful and joyous memories of youth. He could remember those eyes, looking fiercely into his own with that determination… that fire…
No, no good or proper wizarding family would want to take in a boy with the Deathly Hallows Carved into his forehead.
"Death shall come for us all
Death shall bring our fall
These words are not to offend
For when one looks upon death
One will only find an old Friend"