Author Note: This story is no longer affiliated with the previous story.


The air was fresh, yet gentle; the wind's whisper danced through the trees of Privet Drive as the fallen leaves rolled down the smooth road. Aside from the evenly placed lights, approximately five to seven cats were strolling through the cul-de-sac, one of which sat like a statue. Her target? The fourth house in this line of clones was what constituted normal the cat supposed, the home wasn't the only subject of that steely gaze. There was a family of three — a man who resembled a walrus, his lanky, horse-faced wife, and their young son, who seemed to be demanding his second portion of food.

The cat almost huffed in displeasure, waiting for the old man was getting exhausting! Then suddenly, a pop came in from the right. Speak of the Devil… a purple-robed figure came into view under one of the lampposts ten meters away. Jumping from her stone perch, what was once a tabby cat, became a tall woman in green robes and a matching pointy hat.

As soon as the pair got within speaking distance, the woman groused, "Albus! Why on earth did you have me watch over this house?! These are the worst kind of muggles! Not to mention that you disturbed me from handing out treats to the children this year!"

Albus's sorrowful smile was his response. "I am truly sorry, Minerva, but I had you watch over this home because… because James and Lily are gone."

A gasp for air tried but couldn't escape as tears rolled down the deputy headmistress' cheeks. Her two best students, gone! She reached into the inner left breast pocket of her emerald robe, grabbing a handkerchief and lightly dabbing away her tears. "And, what of Harry? Please Albus, please tell me that monster didn't get little Harry!" The usually firm head of Gryffindor whimpered in a rare moment of vulnerability.

Albus couldn't help but place his left arm on her shoulder and give her a one-sided hug, trying his best to comfort his colleague. Try as he might, tears started falling down his face, similarly to his compatriot. A few minutes later, the lights around number 4 Privet Dr. darkened, letting both parties breathe slightly easier.

Around forty-five minutes later, the sound of a motorcycle came from the heavens. Albus and Minerva looked at a sky blue motorcycle being ridden by a rather large man who seemed to be holding something in his right arm. Dismounting as carefully as possible, Hogwarts' Keeper of the Keys, Rubeus Hagrid, gingerly made his way to the waiting professors, trying his hardest not to drop his precious cargo.

"Professors." Hagrid curtly greeted, as softly as the half-giant possibly could.

Before he could get another word in, Minerva turned her gaze to the basket in Hagrid's arm. Her eyes widened slightly, small green eyes stared at the wizened witch, before she looked at the half-giant and held out her arms, "Hagrid, can you please hand Harry over?"

With a tearful smile, he replied, "Of course!"

Minerva couldn't hide the very warm smile on her face as baby Harry started giggling. Her sorrowful thoughts slowly ebbed away as she started making rather silly faces (though she would never admit it publicly). The little boy's laughter was apparently contagious as the trio joined in on his giggle fest.

Sadly, like all good things, their time with Harry had come to an end. The educators and assistant of Hogwarts castle had to leave, but, before they did, Minerva asked Albus one final question, "How are you going to explain the situation to these muggles? As a matter of fact, how are we going to explain this to the Delacours?"

"I admit, I had the idea of leaving a note, however, the more I think about it, I really don't have an answer as to how to explain this to them. As for the Delacours, I will explain that English law dictates that he must go to family regardless of status."

"I hate this Albus, I absolutely hate this!" Minerva said as they had to walk away from the baby. "Whether you like it or not I will be watching over Harry during the summers, and if you get in my way, you won't like it."

Little did they know, on October 31, 1981, little Harry Potter's life was going to change forever.


Meanwhile, in Bordeaux, France, there waited a small family of three, a man with dark brown hair and chocolate eyes who stood at about one hundred and seventy-five centimeters, with a complexion that was very similar to his wife, pale, but not too much, speaking of which, his wife had blonde hair and blue eyes, and she was slightly taller, at one hundred and eighty-two centimeters.

While the husband and wife were having a rather calm conversation, their daughter Fleur was wobbling around, the four-year-old was calling for her favorite person, "'arry! 'arry!"

Both parents looked at their daughter, with parental amusement, she adored her one-year-old counterpart, causing Appoline to make a joke, "Turns out those garbage romance novels seem to 'ave led our daughter into finding love before she can even turn ten!"

In response, her husband, Jean-Luc clutched his hand over his heart, and dramatically explained, "My love, please say it isn't so, she's too young to already have found the love of her life, the one whose resonance matches hers entirely!" They both laughed at their little joke.

Before they continued their little banter, they heard their family's fireplace lit up, showing the face of England's most distinguished headmaster. He sent to them, "I'm sorry for disturbing you three, Jean-Luc, but I must speak with you, it is an urgent matter. With your permission, may I please enter?"

The man looked toward his wife, who nodded in agreement, before heading over to the fireplace and allowing the old headmaster through.

"Dumbledore, what brings you here? What is the news on James and Lily's condition? Where is 'arry? Is 'e all right? Fleur is going to be very upset if she doesn't 'ave 'im in 'er arms soon." Appoline stated, quickly. Concern marring her face.

With a sad frown and rueful sigh, Dumbledore said, "I'm sorry I couldn't bring Harry, but I can assure you he is safe now. He is currently being protected by his aunt, however, the reason he is in her care is because James and Lily are gone. I'm so sorry to have to bring you this bit of news. Please forgive me."

The moment both parents heard this, they almost started shedding tears, however, they tried their hardest to stay strong in front of their daughter. Fleur happily kept calling for Harry, unaware of the situation.

Jean-Luc turned to his daughter, and said, "Fleur, I'm sorry to tell you, we won't be able to see him for a while."

"Why?" Fleur asked, utterly confused. She wanted Harry, why couldn't she see him?

Appoline decided to join in, "I'm sorry my love, but 'arry is somewhere safe for now, we will see him soon I promise, no matter how much we have to do to see him again. Now come on, I think it's time for a nap."

"But mama! I want 'arry!" Fleur whined, her rather rounded face frowned in a childlike fit of anger. When she realized she wouldn't have her way, tears ran down her cheeks.

"Shh- I know my little flower," Appoline whispered as she brought her little girl to her chest, rubbing small circles on her back. She continued to whisper sweet nothings as she made her way to Fleur's room.

The four-year-old slumped as her battle with sleepiness wore her out. "Ma—" Fleur yawned, "—ma… 'arry…"

"Rest well little one," Appoline murmured as she carefully placed the duvet over her daughter's frame. Quietly, she kissed her fledgling on her forehead, and exited the room, leaving the door open just enough for Fleur not to panic.

She then proceeded to make her way back to her husband and their guest, she wrapped her arms around Jean's waist and leaned into his back.

"My love," she whispered, "she has finally decided to sleep, although I can't blame her for being upset. I am almost as upset as she is. One day, we must visit 'arry."

Jean-Luc turned his head toward his wife and said, "Of course, my love," he turned back to Dumbledore and said, "Is he okay? Is he healthy? Is he even alive?"

Dumbledore nodded, "Yes, he is, young Harry is currently residing with Lily's older sister, Petunia, I cannot say much more than that however, for the sake of safety, there are still credible threats against Harry. As much as I would love to bring him here, my hands are tied."

Jean-Luc and his wife nodded, both frustrated, but relenting for now.


Over the next few weeks, Fleur had been demanding Harry, and outside of asking for food, he was all she wanted to talk about.

It took several weeks but finally, around the first week of January, the Delacour family prepared to travel to England, and check in on its hero.

"Do we have everything darling?" Jean-Luc asked his wife, as he helped Fleur put on her shoes.

"Yes," she replied with a happy smile. "We have at least a week's worth of clothes, all physical necessities and some toys for Fleur to play with while on the airplane. Although, I don't think she will necessarily need them. Come on my heart, our plane leaves in two hours!"

"Well, as soon as I can get my little flower to put on her shoes, we will be on our way." Jean-Luc grunted in false exhaustion.

Not even trying to hide her amusement, Apolline laughed, before clearing her throat and addressing her daughter, "Fleur my sweet? Why do you not want to let Papa put on your shoes?"

"Why do I need shoes? 'arry doesn't!" Fleur stated.

"Yes he does, my love, as a matter of fact, one day, he might ask you why you weren't wearing shoes."

"He wouldn't!" Fleur gasped.

"He would, but that probably will be several years from now. But remember this for later, a lady does not head out of the house without shoes."

With that, Jean-Luc was finally able to put on her shoes and they were able to make it to the flight on time.

After a rather short flight, and a couple restroom breaks, the trio prepared to enter Surrey, after meeting with non-magical customs.

Thankfully they promptly found a taxi and made their way to Petunia Evans' home.

What they found did not make them happy.