The Missing Boy
A/N: yay! Chapter 2! Still don't own them.
Chapter 2. Hogwarts.
Professor Dumbledore walked in to his offices just as the enchanted quill finished up the last letter to the students who were invited to attend Hogwarts. This quill was pretty amazing, when a child first showed his or hers magical ability the quill knew who you were, and were you were. Then, when it was time form them to begin the schooling at Hogwarts the quill would wright the letters and then they were transported to the owls tower were they would swoop down grab a letter and take off. The quill also produced a list of all those who were sent letters.
Professor Dumbledore picked up the list of the students and looked it over. As he scanned down the list one name made the ever present twinkle in his eyes go out.
Potter, Harry.
Dumbledore sighed and rubbed his eyes. Harry, it was his fault he would not be attending Hogwarts. He had thought that leaving Harry at the Dursleys was a good idea, the offered the blood protection that Harry needed. He never thought they would treat him like thy did or abandon him in some ally. But they had. The search for The-Boy-Who-Lived had lasted three years before they gave up, declaring the savior of the wizarding world dead.
Dumbledore had to keep hope that the boy was alive, he knew that Harry was going to have a hard life, but he deserved to live. And also Dumbledore remembered the prophecy, Harry was the only one able to defeat Voldemort.
Professor Dumbledore sighed, this would be a sad year.
Professor McGonagall watched as the new first years made there way up to her. It was a sad year for her, Harry Potter, James and Lily's son was supposed to be here. The boy had survived the most evil Dark Lord only to be killed by his relatives.
The students were now settling in front of her. She took a deep breath and addressed the students, begging another year.
"Zabini, Blaise,"
SLYTHERIN!
All the houses clapped as the last First Year was sorted. Professor McGonagall rolled up the list of names and started to take the Sorting Hat and stool away, when all of a sudden the Great Hall started to shake and brilliant white light filled the room. The students had dive under the table to protect them selves, people every where we screaming, when it all suddenly stopped.
In the middle of the Hall there was a boy crouched on his hands and feet. His head snapped up, a lightning bolt scar and emerald green eyes stared right into Dumbledore's eyes.
Harry Potter.