AN: I'll update once a week.

Chapter 1:

The Dursley's lived a perfectly normal life. Vernon Dursley was a director for a company that manufactured drills. He had, in his opinion, a lovely wife and child. Petunia Dursley was a housewife that spent most of her time with her son and loved to watch and gossip about the neighbors. Dudley Dursley was a big child that almost always got his way. They lived in the suburbs, in a tract house, and couldn't be happier for it. They always wanted to be "normal", always wanted to be ordinary, but one part of their life wasn't.

Petunia Dursley sighed as she thought to herself, "Life couldn't be more perfect". She sat in her dining room enjoying a cup of tea before the rest of number four Privet Drive awoke. However, her thoughts started to stray towards that of her sister, and her "abnormal" family. Petunia Dursley and her husband feared that those closest to them and their neighbors would find out about Petunia's sister. Lily and James Potter were wizards that lived in a secret community separate from that of what Petunia thought of as her world. "My horrible sister, always getting what she wanted, always so popular. Even in this godforsaken time, with her kind destroying half of the United Kingdom, she got the perfect wedding…not that me and Vernon had a good time. And our parents, it's all her… no I'm not going to think about that," tears glistened in Petunia's eyes as she ruminated on her past. After a short while she shook her head to clear her thoughts and go back into peace, forgetting that she had a sister. The phone rang, however, before she could clear her head.

Wondering who it could be this early in the morning, she went to answer the phone, "Hello, the Dursley residence. May I ask who's speaking?" she asked in a proper voice.

"Ah, Petunia dear, it's Clive Brackley. Vernon needs to come in as soon as possible. There is a problem with the Cooper order," replied a firm business-like voice.

"But it's his day off. Surely you don't need him now?" Petunia questioned.

"It's very important, he needs to come in, oh please get him the message I got to go, tell Vernon I'll see him soon" Mr. Brackley hastily replied.

"I'll tell him," she said coldly. All she heard in reply, however, was the end tone of the phone. "You're welcome," she snapped to no one, slamming the phone back onto the receiver.

After waking Vernon, she started breakfast, hoping that she would finish before Dudley woke up. Vernon rushed downstairs with his tie crooked looking wildly about the kitchen.

"Here dear," Petunia sighed, as she handed Vernon a cup of tea and straighten his tie.

"And you're sure that's all he said Petunia dear?" Vernon questioned.

"Yes, for the hundredth time, 'Vernon needs to come in as soon as possible. There is a problem with the Cooper order', is all Brackley said," Petunia robotically replied. Vernon smiled apologetically as he finished his tea, stuffed some bacon in his mouth and took a piece a toast to go.

"I'll try and come home early dear," Vernon bargained to the silent inquiry from Petunia. Wails from Dudley interrupted their conversation. "Good luck dear, and be safe," Petunia yelled. "Thanks dear, wish my little tyke a good morning," Vernon yelled back. He smiled as he kissed Petunia goodbye and rushed out the door.

"Just you and me today Dudley," Petunia sighed as she picked up Dudley and attempted to feed him some eggs. Their morning went by quickly enough, with a little house cleaning and trying and failing to get all of Dudley's food into his mouth. Petunia decided that Dudley needed to get some of that pent up energy out at the park.

Before they left, Petunia was excited to obtain more gossip when she heard the neighbor and her daughter having a huge fight. Petunia leaned towards the open window and heard bits about lack of privacy and not being grateful. However, before she could learn more, Dudley started to act up and she and Dudley hurried out the door. Petunia froze when she opened the door and came face to face with a tabby cat on her garden wall. It had square markings around its eyes, almost as if it was wearing spectacles. 'Why, that's almost like the cat at…. NO!,' Petunia shifted her thoughts before she could think about her sister again. Furious with herself for almost thinking about her sister for the second time today she yelled at the cat, however the cat continued to sit as motionless as a statue, she sighed and continued on her way to the park.

"CANDY!" Dudley wailed. Petunia sighed, forgetting all about the cat, she turned to handle the pending crisis.

"Sweetums, you have to wait until we get to the park to get sweets," Petunia patiently explained.

Dudley scrunched up his face and continued to scream "WON'T! WON'T WON'!" and pounded his little fists on his stroller. Petunia didn't know if she should congratulate Dudley for learning a new word or continue to deny him sweets. Deciding that learning should always be encouraged she compromised and exclaimed, "Oh my goodness! Duddlykins you just said a new word! Let's get you a sweet at the store!" Unknown to them, the cat glared at them.

As Petunia and Dudley made their way to the store, they ran into a group of peculiarly dressed people. They were dressed in robes of all things. 'Why those are almost like the clothing Lily…NO!' Petunia shook her head again to clear her thoughts. 'No, her kind, wouldn't be here. That's why I convinced Vernon to move to Little Whinging, and not London or that horrid little town Otter St. Catchpole,' Petunia reasoned with herself and decided to not pay attention to the group of oddly dressed people. She quickly bought some of Dudley's favorite sweets and made it back to the park without further incident.

After a couple of blissful hours where Petunia's attention and thoughts were on her Dudley and a nice lunch out, she returned home. She frowned when she saw that the cat was still sitting on her garden wall. The cat and Petunia glared at each other for a minute before Petunia huffed and went inside, slamming the front door on her way in. Trying to forget about the cat she cleaned her immaculate house. She finished up and decided to start on dinner, in order for it to be ready by the time Vernon comes home.

Just as Petunia finished up dinner, she heard the front door open. "Welcome home, dinner is almost done,"

Vernon smiled, grateful to have such a wonderful wife, especially after a hard day. He thanked her and turned to give Dudley some attention. Dinner went by quickly and Petunia was surprised to find that the day was almost over. After putting Dudley to bed, she fixed up some relaxing tea for her and Vernon to drink while they watched the evening news. After hearing about shooting stars, strange owl sightings, and thinking if she should get Dudley another jacket for the upcoming rainy season, she heard Vernon clear his throat.

"Petunia, dear, what was your sister's son's name again? Harvard…wasn't it?" Vernon spluttered out nervously.

Petunia pressed her lips together. "Harry…common name if you ask me. Why?" Petunia spatted nastily.

"No reason dear…just forgot…that's all" Vernon chuckled nervously.

Petunia just made an uninterested noise as she thought, "Why would Vernon ask about Lily today of all days? When I've been thinking of Lily today?'. Petunia didn't let her confusion show and dismissed her thoughts as a coincidence. Both Vernon and Petunia Dursley went to bed uneasy that night. Unbeknownst to them, what they thought was a coincidence that would not affect them, was about to converse in front of their house.

The cat on the Dursley's garden wall sat perfectly still late into the night. It had observed Number 4 Privet drive all day. Finally, around midnight, its tail twitched and look towards the end of Privet Drive, where a figure appeared out of nowhere with a small "Pop!". The cat narrowed its eyes as a dark figure stepped out from the shadows. The figure looked around, it spotted the cat and chuckled to itself.

The figure was wearing dark purple robes with silver stars that sparkled in the light and a pointed hat to match it. The old man also had silver hair that matched the stars that went passed his belt buckle. He reached into his pocket a pulled out something that looked like a cigarette lighter. He clicked it, and instead of shooting out a flame though, the light from the nearest streetlamp rushed into the strange device. Twelve times he clicked his strange device. He put his Deluminator back into his pocket on a pitch-dark street.

The clacking of the man's high-heeled boots was all the cat heard as he made his way the garden wall next to the cat.

"Ah…Minerva, I should've known you would be here," Albus Dumbledore calmly stated.

"How did you know it was me?" questioned Minerva, now in the form of a stern lady in an emerald, green robe, instead of a tabby cat.

"My dear professor, I've never seen a cat sit so stiffly before," Albus chuckled.

Minerva McGonagall huffed and muttered, "You would be stiff too, if you sat on a brick wall all day." Albus just laughed as Minerva glared at him.

"I suppose Hagrid told you where I was going to be?" Albus questioned.

"Yes…though to be fair I was kind of adamant on getting an answer," Minerva admitted.

Albus chuckled, but soon everything fell silent. Minerva shifted and it was obvious something was on her mind. Finally, after a few excruciating minutes of silence, it was broken by Dumbledore taking out a package of lemon-flavored candy.

"Is it true? Is you-know-who gone?" Minerva blurted out.

"Call him by his real name and yes, Voldemort has disappeared, he's gone for the time being," Albus stated.

Minerva started to fidget again, she had tons of questions and would only accept Dumbledore's answers.

"Good. I've already seen on the muggle news how everyone is celebrating. Why they're not even trying to hide from the muggles! The muggles are starting to notice you know. Even they are bound to notice owls everywhere and shooting stars in Kent. Why I bet that was Dedalus Diggle. I hope the IWF doesn't look into this," Minerva's rant finally ended with a sigh, knowing that she couldn't procrastinate about what she really wanted to know any longer.

"Yes, but we've had far too few things to celebrate these last thirteen years. Don't worry so much about the IWF, they won't get involved in such a minute thing like celebrations," Albus stated while putting another candy in his mouth. "Lemon Drop?" he added Dumbledor.

Minerva shook her head, not caring what a lemon drop was, and whispered, "All the rumors Albus? Even the ones about the Potters? How you-kn…" when Albus cleared his throat she changed tracks, "fine, Voldemort was defeated by little baby Harry?" Minever was motionless as she anticipated the answers. It was clear that this was why she waited on a brick wall all day.

Albus paused in unsticking two lemon drops and dropped his head ever so slightly. "Sadly, yes, the Potters lost their lives in Godric's hollow last night," Albus muttered as a tear glistened in his electric blue eyes. Minerva sat in shock as silent tears rushed down her face. Silence descended on the two as they both grieved for the loss of those that they both considered their own.

"How? How can that bastard not be able to kill a small child? After the monstrosity of all his crimes? Why!?" Minerva started to shout the more confused and frustrated she became.

"Shh…you'll wake the muggles," Albus lightly reprimanded. "I don't know, it may be a mystery that will never be solved," Albus added sadly.

Minerva sighed, before she froze as realization hit her, "What about Harry? Surly he isn't coming to live here?! With these muggles!?" Minerva cried. She had jumped up and pointed towards number 4.

"Well…yes they are his only family," Albus replied as it was the most obvious thing.

"But they're the worst sort of muggles! They're nothing like us! They're rude, don't understand privacy, and don't get me started on that pig of a child of theirs. Harry will be famous! Surely any wizarding family would be grateful to take him in as their own!?" Minerva ended her triad with a huff, looking at Albus with a stern gaze.

Surprised at her outburst, Albus tried to calmly explain himself, "Exactly, he is famous. Every child in our world will know his name. It's better that he grows away from that, with people who won't treat him like he's a hero. Plus, they're his only living imitate family, otherwise it would be years of custody battles amongst every wizarding family," Albus finished thinking he had won the battle.

"What about those closest to the Potters? Harry's Godfather? Their friends that are in the Order? Anyone in the Order?" Minerva wasn't content with Dumbledore's answers.

"Even though Voldemort is gone, the Death Eaters are still at large, it's better if he's hidden away from our world. I can hide him from everyone with a little Blood Magic. Imagine the havoc it would cause if one of the Death Eaters found Harry," Albus shook his head sadly, hopeful that Minerva would see sense.

Minerva hesitated before asking, "Are you sure Albus? That this is the best option for Harry?"

"I'm sure." Albus smiled glad that Minerva wasn't fighting his decision anymore.

Before Minerva could inquire more about the situation, a huge rumble echoed across the neighborhood causing both Minerva and Albus to jump. Looking to see what caused the disturbance, they saw a huge motorcycle landing in the middle of the street and atop it an even larger man, with unmanageable hair and beard.

"Hagrid brought Harry!?" McGonagall screamed looking at Dumbledore with an almost feral look.

"I would trust Hagrid with my life, Minerva," Dumbledore sternly stated. Minerva opened her mouth, but snapped it shut with one look from Dumbledore, knowing that there would be no more discussion on the matter. Hagrid walked up to them carrying a little basket significantly smaller than his hand, stuffed with blankets.

"I trust that you had a safe journey, Hagrid?" Dumbledore inquired politely.

"Yes, we did sir. Why, little 'Arry here, fell a 'sleep as soon we left," he proudly exclaimed.

"Good job Hagrid, hand him over," Albus ordered.

"Where did you get the motorcycle Hagrid," Minerva curiously questioned.

"Why, young Sirius Black lent it to me. Seemed like he was in a rush, professor," Hagrid replied.

Silence descending on the three as they looked at the sleeping baby that defeated the greatest dark wizard of all time. The small child stirred and revealed a redden lighting-shaped scar on his forehead. Hagrid burst into tears and fresh tears ran down McGonagall's face.

"It's so terrible! Why James and Lily! Poor little 'Arry off living with muggles!" wailed Hagrid as giant tears barely missed the little basket.

"Shh…yes but there's nothing we can do now," Dumbledore tried to console the giant man. Though Hagrid quieted down, he still had tear leaking into his beard.

"Isn't there anything you can do about that scar?" McGonagall sniffled.

"No, even if I could, I wouldn't. Scars can be incredibly useful," Dumbledore explain, "I have one of the undergrounds on my left knee," he conversely added.

Silence washed over the group once more. Everyone was lost in their own thoughts as Harry slept into the night. After a while, Dumbledore broke the silence by rummaging in his robe. The other's turned to look at him as he pulled out an envelope and placed it on top of Harry's blankets. When Dumbledore looked up, he saw shocked looks.

"A letter?! Only a letter to explain what happened?" McGonagall shouted.

"Yes, you forget, that Petunia already knows about the war, there's not much to explain," Dumbledore sighed. Turning his back on the two he walked up to the front door and placed the basket on the doorstep. "Well, I wish you luck Harry," Dumbledore whispered. "Come, let's go celebrate, before the chaos and paperwork consumes us," Dumbledore added cheerfully.

Hagrid gave a sad smile and said good-bye to Harry, before turning his back and hoping on the giant motorcycle. McGonagall frowned and waved her wand over Harry, placing some temporary safety charms, before turning into cat and slinking around the corner. Dumbledore turned on his heel, pulling out and clicking his Deluminator in one swift motion. The street lit up again as Albus Dumbledore returned to the shadows and disappeared with a small "pop!". Harry Potter slept on wrapped in blankets and magic, not knowing that people were lifting their glasses gladly exclaiming, "To Harry Potter, The Boy Who Lived!"