Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or GundamWing, they both belong to their respected owners, and I'm only borrowing them and please note some of the characters may be a little OOC as I'm not sure how to write them and what not.

Flash back to the last chapter:

He really was a complete idiot, wasn't he?" asked Hermione who had now calmed down.　

"Yeah he was," said Duo with a sigh.

Hermione removed herself from Duo's lap and sat back down in her chair, next to Ron.　

End flash back:

"Look before this goes any further could you please explain to us how there can be magic in this world and why we don't know anything about it?" asked Quature for all the Gundam pilots.

"Well the reason you muggle's don't know anything about magic is because we have had to hide our world away, if you lot ever found out about it you would want magic to fix all of your problems," said Ron sounding a lot like Malfoy.

"Whoa hold on there what the hell is a muggle and what gives you the right to say that if we knew all about magic that we would want it to solve all of our problems?" asked Duo in shock, he wouldn't let Malfoy walk all over him.

"I'm sorry please forgive him. He has what we like to call foot-insert-mouth disease." said Hermione which got a small smile from Duo.

"Hn," said Herro waving his hand as to say forget it but he still sent Ron an icy glare.

While this was all going on Fate was watching the interaction between the five Gundam pilots, noticing that they were very close and they cared for each other a lot.

"Can we please carry on with story now please?" asked Fate, she didn't want a fight to break out.

"Yes, I would like to get out of here sometime this year," said Draco with a mock bored tone.

"Yes, I have some every important potions that I need to tend to," said Snape with a sneer.

"Okay can I continue then?" said Fate with a sigh.

'If this doesn't get better soon then nothing will ever change,' thought Duo while watching the other people in the room glare at each other.

The traffic moved on, and a few minutes later, Mr. Dursley arrived in the Grunnings car park, his mind back on . Dursley always sat with his back to the window in his office on the ninth floor. If he hadn't, he might have found it harder to concentrate on drills that morning. He didn't see the owls swooping past in broad daylight, though the people down in the street did; they pointed and gazed open-mouthed as owl after owl sped overhead.

"What are they doing? Are they trying to catch fly's or something?" Towra asked with a chuckle.

"No you fool, most people have never seen an owl let alone seen one in broad day light before," said Snape which caused everyone in the room to flinch.

Before he knew what hit him Snape had a very pissed look Quature lunging at him while Duo and Wufei tried to hold him back.

"Quature clam down man, we don't want you going Zero on his ass……well not yet anyway," said Wufei, if looks could kill Snape would be dead a thousand times over.

"Quature come on clam down, you can kill him later okay?" said Duo but anybody who looked into his eyes would have sworn they flashed A.K green for a moment before they when back to normal.

"Okay you win this time but if he ever insults him again like that I WILL KILL HIM," growled Quature who went and sat on Towra's lap.

"Professor Snape I'll tell you this now, please just shut up before you get a bullet in your head," said Duo with a relived sigh that Quatre hadn't gone Zero on them.

"Whatever Potter," said Snape with a wave of his hand, though he wouldn't shut up just because Potter of all people asked him to.

"Okay I'm continuing now," Said Fate with an angry sigh.

Most of them had never seen an owl even at night time. Mr. Dursley, however, had a perfectly normal, owl-free morning.

He yelled a five different people. He made several important telephone calls and shouted a bit more. He was in a very good mood until lunch-time, when he thought he'd stretch his legs and walk across the road to buy himself a bun from the baker's opposite.

"He really likes to shout doesn't he?" asked Wufei.

"You have no idea," said Duo with a sad sigh.

"Hn," said Herro while glaring at the book as if he could set it would on fire.

He'd forgotten all about the people in cloaks until he passed a group of them next to the baker's. He eyed them angrily as he passed.

He didn't know why, but they made him uneasy.

This lot were whispering excitedly, too, and he couldn't see a single collecting tin. It was on his way back past them, clutching a large doughnut in a bag, that he caught a few words of what they were saying.

"The Potters, that's right, that's what I heard -""- yes, their son, Harry –" 　

At this everyone in the room apart from Draco, Snape and Herro he was still glaring at the book.

Mr. Dursley stopped dead. Fear flooded him. He looked back at the whisperers as if he wanted to say something to them, but thought better of it.

"You know sometimes I used to wish he would drop dead, and to be honest I'm surprised he hasn't had a heart attack yet," said Duo, trying to lighten the mood.

This caused everyone to chuckle lightly and the other G-boys to mentally sight in relief; it was nice to see Duo with that look of mischief back in his eye.

He dashed back across the road, hurried up to his office, snapped at his secretary not to disturb him, seized his telephone and had almost finished dialling his home number when he changed his mind. He put the receiver back down and stroked his moustache, thinking...

No, he was being stupid. Potter wasn't such an unusual name.

"OH yeah how many people have got the name Potter?" said Snape in a sarcastic tone.

"Umm there's a lot more than you think," Quature answered.

"Oh," said Snape who then quietly carried on scowling at everyone.

He was sure there were lots of people called Potter who had a son called Harry. Come to think of it, he wasn't even sure his nephew was called Harry. He'd never even seen the boy. It might have been Harvey. Or Harold. There was no point in worrying Mrs. Dursley; she always got so upset at any mention of her sister. He didn't blame her - if he'd had a sister like that... but all the same, those people in cloaks...

"Oi what wrong with cloaks? They keep you warm," Ron complained in his normal loud mouth way.

"Nothing wrong with them, his a stupid muggle," said Draco with a look of horror on his face as he had just agreed with a Weasley.

He found it a lot harder to concentrate on drills that afternoon, and when he left the building at five o'clock, he was still so worried that he walked straight into someone just outside the door.　

"Sorry," he grunted, as the tiny old man stumbled and almost fell.

"Wow, now I'm truly impressed, he knows how to apologize and to a person in a cloak to," Wufei said sarcastically.

It was a few seconds before Mr. Dursley realised that the man was wearing a violet cloak.

He didn't seem at all upset at being almost knocked to the ground. On the contrary, his face split into a wide smile and he said in a squeaky voice-

"Professor Flitwick? Nah it can be him, I mean what in Merlin's name would he be doing in the muggle world and in his wizarding robes too?" asked Sirius while using his hardly ever seen brain.

"Beats me Padfoot," said Remus.

A polite cough to get their attention brought them back to reality, causing Herro to smirk slightly at the wizard's stupidity.

That made passers-by stare: "Don't be sorry my dear sir, for nothing could upset me today! Rejoice, for You-Know-Who has gone at last! Even Muggles like your self should be celebrating this happy, happy day!"

"Oh of all the silly things to say and to a muggle as well," whispered Snape with his head in his hands.

And the old man hugged Mr. Dursley around the middle and walked off.

Mr. Dursley stood rooted to the spot. He had been hugged by a complete stranger. He also thought he had been called a Muggle, whatever that was.

He was rattled. He hurried to his car and set off home, hoping he was imagining things, which he had never hoped before, because he didn't approve of imagination.

As he pulled into the driveway at number four, the first thing he saw - and it didn't improve his mood - was the tabby cat he'd spotted that morning. It was now sitting on his garden wall. He was sure it was the same one; it had the same markings around its eyes.

"Shoo!" said Mr. Dursley loudly.　

"Yeah like that will work on Minnie," said the twins at the same time.

The cat didn't move. It just gave him a stern look.

"Hey look, she doing an impression of you Herro," said Duo which earned him a glare from Herro.　

Was this normal cat behaviour, Mr. Dursley wondered? Trying to pull himself together, he let himself into the house. He was still determined not to mention anything to his wife.

Mrs. Dursley had had a nice, normal day. She told him over dinner all about Mrs. Next Door's problems with her daughter and how Dudley had learnt a new word (Shan't).

"Wow such an incredible exciting day, I'm really jealous…not," said Draco his voice dripping with sarcasm.

Mr. Dursley tried to act normally. When Dudley had been put to bed, he went into the living-room in time to catch the last report on the evening news:

"And finally, bird-watchers everywhere have reported that the nation's owls have been behaving very unusually today.

Although owls normally hunt at night and are hardly ever seen in daylight, there have been hundreds of sightings of these birds flying in every direction since sunrise.

Experts are unable to explain why the owls have suddenly changed their sleeping pattern." The news reader allowed himself a grin.

"Most mysterious. And now, over to Jim McGuffin with the weather. Going to be any more showers of owls tonight, Jim?"

"Well, Ted," said the weatherman, "I don't know about that, but it's not only the owls that have been acting oddly today. Viewers as far apart as Kent, Yorkshire and Dundee have been phoning in to tell me that instead of the rain that I promised yesterday, they've had a downpour of shooting stars!

"Whoa cool I've always want to see a shooting star," said Quature, eyes shining bright as he thought about what a shooting star might look like.

Perhaps people have been celebrating Bonfire Night early. It's not until next week, folks! But I can promise a wet night tonight."

"Muggles won't ever really believe in magic you could walk right up to them and case a spell and they wouldn't believe it," said Duo shaking his head.　

"Well you can blame us really? A part from Quature we've never seen magic," said Towra causing the others in the room to give the five plots a strange look.

"Now moving on," said Fate with a glare that's said 'interpret me in the next ten minutes and I will hurt you.'

Perhaps people have been celebrating Bonfire Night early. It's not until next week, folks! But I can promise a wet night tonight."

"Why do I get the strange feeling that a wizard has his hands in this one?" said Fate which caused the others to look strangely at her and shake their head.　

Mr. Dursley sat frozen in his armchair. Shooting stars all over the place? And a whisper, a whisper about the Potters...Mrs. Dursley came into the living-room carrying two cups of tea. It was no good. He'd have to say something to her. He cleared his throat nervously. "Er - Petunia, dear - you haven't heard from your sister lately, have you?"

As he expected, Mrs. Dursley looked shocked and angry. After all, they normally pretended she didn't have a sister.

"Why would she do that?" asked Draco with a slight frown on his face.

"Wait and see," was all Duo said.

"No," she said sharply. "Why?"

"Funny stuff on the news," Mr. Dursley mumbled. "Owls... shooting stars... and there were a lot of funny-looking people in town today..."

"So?" snapped Mrs. Dursley.

"Well, I just thought... maybe ... it was something to do with ... you know ... her lot."

"This caused all the wizards in the room to growl at the book and the pilots look at it like it was an Oz solider.　

Mrs. Dursley sipped her tea through pursed lips. Mr. Dursley wondered whether he dared tell her he'd heard the name 'Potter'.

He decided he didn't dare. Instead he said, as casually as he could, "Their son - he'd be about Dudley's age now wouldn't he?"

"I suppose so," said Mrs. Dursley stiffly.

"What's his name again? Howard isn't it?"

"Harry. Nasty, common name, if you ask me."

"Oh and Dudley's a real nice name," said Wufei.

"Well she thinks it is," Herro answered.

"Okay everyone after this chapter is finished we will all have a popper chat and explain a few things okay," said Fate getting a nod from everyone she then continued "Good."

Oh, yes," said Mr. Dursley, his heart sinking horribly.

"Yes, I quite agree."

He didn't say another word on the subject as they went upstairs to bed.

While Mrs. Dursley was in the bathroom, Mr. Dursley crept to the bedroom window and peered down into the front garden. The cat was still there. It was staring down Privet Drive as though it was waiting for something.

Was he imagining things?

"Eh…didn't he say that he did approve any kind of imagination?" said Ron causing the others to smile.

Could all this have anything to do with the Potters? If it did ... if it got out that they were related to a pair of - well, he didn't think he could bear Dursleys got into bed. Mrs. Dursley fell asleep quickly but Mr. Dursley lay awake, turning it all over in his mind.

"He has a brain?" said Snape raising an eye brow.

His last, comforting thought before he fell asleep was that even if the Potters were involved, there was no reason for them to come near him and Mrs. Dursley.

The Potters knew very well what he and Petunia thought about them and their kind ... He couldn't see how he and Petunia could get mixed up in anything that might be going on. He yawned and turned over. It couldn't affect them ...How very wrong he was.

"Damn right he was wrong the stupid walrus," said Fred and George at the same time.

Mr. Dursley might have been drifting into an uneasy sleep, but the cat on the wall outside was showing no sign of sleepiness.

It was sitting as still as a statue, its eyes fixed unblinkingly on the far corner of Privet Drive. It didn't so much as quiver when a car door slammed in the next street, nor when the two owls swooped overhead.

In fact, it was nearly midnight before the cat moved at all.

A man appeared on the corner the cat had been watching, appeared so suddenly and silently you'd have thought he'd just popped out of the ground.

The cat's tail twitched and its eyes narrowed.

Nothing like this man had been seen in Privet Drive. He was tall, thin and very old, judging by the silver of his hair and beard, which were both long enough to tuck into his belt.

"Okay…first Professor McGonagall, then Professor Flitwick and now the Headmaster…what in Merlin's name is happening, there a teacher conference?" asked Duo.

He was wearing long robes, a purple cloak which swept the ground and high-heeled, buckled boots. His blue eyes were light, bright and sparkling behind half-moon spectacles and his nose was very long and crooked, as though it had been broken at least twice. This man's name was Albus Dumbledore.

"Oh look it's the meddling old fool," said Snape in a mock happy voice.

Albus Dumbledore didn't seem to realise that he had just arrived in a street where everything from his name to his boots was unwelcome.

He was busy rummaging in his cloak, looking for something. But he did seem to realise he was being watched, because he looked up suddenly at the cat, which was still staring at him from the other end of the street.

For some reason, the sight of the cat seemed to amuse him. He chuckled and muttered, "I should have known."

He had found what he was looking for in his inside pocket.

It seemed to be a silver cigarette lighter. He flicked it open, held it up in the air and clicked it. The nearest street lamp went out with a little pop

"Wow…I want one," said Quature with eyes as wide as dinner plates.

He clicked it again - the next lamp flickered into darkness. Twelve times he clicked the Put-Outer, until the only lights left in the whole street were two tiny pinpricks in the distance, which were the eyes of the cat watching him.

If anyone looked out of their window now, even the beady-eyed Mrs. Dursley, they wouldn't be able to see anything that was happening down on the pavement.

Dumbledore slipped the Put-Outer back inside his cloak and set off down the street towards number four, where he sat down on the wall next to the cat.

He didn't look at it, but after a moment he spoke to it."Fancy seeing you here, Professor McGonagall."

"I knew it! It was really her," said Duo making the others pilots smile.

He turned to smile at the tabby, but it had gone. Instead he was smiling at a rather severe looking woman who was wearing square glasses exactly the shape of the markings the cat had had around its eyes.

She, too, was wearing a cloak, an emerald one. Her black hair was drawn into a tight bun.

She looked distinctly ruffled.

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

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

"You'd be stiff too if you'd been sitting on a brick wall all day," said Professor McGonagall.

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

"Oh look a one year old boy lost his parents and the wizarding world decides to throw a huge party," Duo said sadly as Herro tightened his grip around Duo, the other pilots to become a bit more protective of Duo and the wizards/witches to bow their head in shame.

Professor McGonagall sniffed angrily.

"Oh yes, everyone's celebrating all right," she said impatiently. "You'd think they'd be a bit more careful, but no - even the Muggles noticed something's going on. It was on their news." She jerked her head back at the Dursleys' dark living-room window. "I heard it. Flocks of owls ... shooting stars ... Well, they're not completely stupid. They were bound to notice something. Shooting stars down in Kent - I'll bet that was Dedalus Diggle. He never had much sense."

"It just had to be him, he always was an idiot," sneered Snape at the mention of Dedalus Diggle's name.

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

"Eleven more years of terror…" he said bitterly with unshed tears in his eyes.

"I know that," said Professor McGonagall irritably. "But that's no reason to lose our heads. People are being downright careless, out on the streets in broad daylight, not even dressed in Muggle clothes swapping rumours."

She threw a sharp, sideways glance at Dumbledore here, as though hoping he was going to tell her something, but he didn't, so she went on: "A fine thing it would be if, on the very day You-Know-Who seems to have disappeared at last, the Muggles found out about us all. I suppose he really has gone, Dumbledore?"

"It certainly seems so," said Dumbledore. "We have much to be thankful for.

Would you care for a sherbet lemon?"

"A what?"

"A sherbet lemon. They're a kind of Muggle sweet I'm rather fond of."

"Oh dear lord he even offered them back then?" said Duo while shaking his head.

"No, thank you," said Professor McGonagall coldly, as though she didn't think this was the moment for sherbet lemons.

"As I say, even if You-Know-Who has gone -"

"My dear Professor, surely a sensible person like your self can call him by his name? All this 'You-Know-Who' nonsense - for eleven years I have been trying to persuade people to call him by his proper name: Voldemort".

All of the people in the room apart from Duo and the pilots shuddered at the name.

Professor McGonagall flinched, but Dumbledore, who was un-sticking two sherbet lemons, seemed not to notice.

"It all gets so confusing if we keep saying 'You-Know-Who.' I have never seen any reason to be frightened of saying Voldemort' s name."

"I know you haven't," said Professor McGonagall, sounding half-exasperated, half-admiring. "But you're different. Everyone knows you're the one You-Know - oh, all right, Voldemort -was frightened of"

"Yes, she said his name and that is true about the two," Duo muttered.

"You flatter me," said Dumbledore calmly. "Voldemort had powers I will never have."

"Only because you're too - well - noble to use them."

"It's lucky it's dark. I haven't blushed so much since Madam Pomfrey told me she liked my new earmuffs."

"Oh bugger Fred, George, I owe you two 10 gallons," Grumbled Ron.

"And why pray tell would you owe them money?" asked Hermione with eyes that made Ron want to run for the hills.

"Oh no reason," said Ron while not daring to look Hermione in the face.　

Professor McGonagall shot a sharp look at Dumbledore and said, "The owls are nothing to the rumours that are flying around. You know what everyone's saying? About why he's disappeared?

About what finally stopped him?" It seemed that Professor McGonagall had reached the point she was most anxious to discuss, the real reason she had been waiting on a cold hard wall all day, for neither as a cat nor as a woman had she fixed Dumbledore with such a piercing stare as she did now.

It was plain that whatever 'everyone' was saying, she was not going to believe it until Dumbledore told her it was true. Dumbledore, however, was choosing another sherbet lemon and did not answer.

"What they're saying," she pressed on, "is that last night Voldemort turned up in Godric's Hollow. He went to find the Potters. The rumour is that Lily and James Potter, are - are - that they're - dead.

Duo was sat in Herro's lap silently crying on to Herro's shoulder why he rubbed circles on his back and whispered in his ear, the other pilots gave comfort in their own silent way.

Dumbledore bowed his head. Professor McGonagall gasped.

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

Dumbledore reached out and patted her on the shoulder. "I know ... I know ..." he said heavily.

Professor McGonagall's voice trembled as she went on. "That's not all. They're saying he tried to kill the Potter's son, Harry."

"I can believe he's just talking it about it like nothings happened," yelled Duo in anger and sadness.

"But - he couldn't. He couldn't kill that little boy. No one knows why, or how, but they're saying that when he couldn't kill Harry Potter, Voldemort's power somehow broke - and that's why he's gone."

Dumbledore nodded glumly.

"It's - it's true?" faltered Professor McGonagall. "After all he's done ... all the people he's killed ... he couldn't kill a little boy? It's just astounding ...of all the things to stop him ... but how in the name of heaven did Harry survive?"

"We can only guess," said Dumbledore. "We may never know."

Professor McGonagall pulled out a lace handkerchief and dabbed at her eyes beneath her spectacles. Dumbledore gave a great sniff as he took out a watch from his pocket and examined it. It was a very odd watch.

It had twelve hands but no numbers; instead, little planets were moving around the edge. It must have made sense to Dumbledore, though, because he put it back in his pocket and said, "Hagrid's late. I suppose it was he who told you I'd be here, by the way?"

"Wait they asked Hagrid bring Harry!" asked Ron in shock.

"Yes," said Professor McGonagall. "And I don't suppose you're going to tell me why you're here, of all places?"

"I've come to bring Harry to his aunt and uncle.

They're the only family he has left now."

You don't mean - you can't mean the people who live here?" cried Professor McGonagall, jumping to her feet and pointing at number four. "Dumbledore - you can't."

"I fully agree with her," said Wufei, shocked at what the Headmaster was planning.

I've been watching them all day. You couldn't find two people who are less like us. And they've got this son - I saw him kicking his mother all the way up the street, screaming for sweets. Harry Potter come and live here!"

"It's the best place for him," said Dumbledore firmly. "His aunt and uncle will be able to explain everything to him when he's older. I've written them a letter."

"A letter? Is the Headmaster slowly going senile?" asked Snape in shock.

"A letter?" repeated Professor McGonagall faintly, sitting back down on the wall. "Really Dumbledore, you think you can explain all this in a letter? These people will never understand him!

"That is an understatement…" Muttered Draco.

He'll be famous - a legend - I wouldn't be surprised if today was known as Harry Potter Day in future - there will be books written about Harry - every child in our world will know his name!"

"Exactly," said Dumbledore, looking very seriously over the top of his half-moon glasses. "It would be enough to turn any boy's head. Famous before he can walk and talk! Famous for something he won't even remember! Can't you see how much better off he'll be, growing up away from all that until he's ready to take it?"

"Yes that is a good point, but still...there must be somebody else who he could have been sent to?" asked Hermione, going into her thinking mode.

Professor McGonagall opened her mouth, changed her mind, swallowed and then said, "Yes - yes, you're right, of course.

"What the…she never backs down…" said a shocked Snape.

But how is the boy getting here Dumbledore?"

She eyed his cloak suddenly as though she thought he might be hiding Harry underneath it.

"Ugh…I really hope not…" said Hermione with a look of disgust on her face.

"Hagrid's bringing him."

You think it - wise - to trust Hagrid with something as important as this?"

"I would trust Hagrid with my life," said Dumbledore.

"I'm not saying his heart isn't in the right place," said Professor McGonagall grudgingly, "but you can't pretend he's not careless. He does tend to - what was that?"

A low rumbling sound had broken the silence around them. It grew steadily louder as they looked up and down the street for some sign of a headlight; it swelled to a roar as they both looked up at the sky - and a huge motorbike fell out of the air and landed on the road in front of them.

"That seems familiar," said Sirius as he tried to think why.

If the motorbike was huge, it was nothing to the man sitting astride it. He was almost twice as tall as a normal man and at least five times as wide. He looked simply too big to be allowed, and so wild - long tangles of bushy black hair and beard hid most of his face, he had hands the size of dustbin lids and his feet in their leather boots were like baby dolphins. In his vast muscular arms he was holding a bundle of blankets.

"Hagrid," said Dumbledore, sounding relieved. "At last. And where did you get that motorbike?"

"Borrowed it, Professor Dumbledore, sir," said the giant, climbing carefully off the motorbike as he spoke. "Young Sirius Black lent it me."

"I will not say anything…" Snape said while rolling his eyes.

I've got him, sir."

"No problems, were there?"

"No, sir - house was almost destroyed but I got him out all right before the Muggles started swarmin' around. He fell asleep as we were flyin' over Bristol."

Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall bent forward over the bundle of blankets. Inside, just visible, was a baby boy, fast asleep. Under a tuft of jet-black hair over his forehead they could see a curiously shaped cut, like a bolt of lightning.

"Is that where - ?" whispered Professor McGonagall.

"Yes," said Dumbledore. "He'll have that scar forever."

"Couldn't you do something about it, Dumbledore?"

"Even if I could, I wouldn't. Scars can come in useful. I have one myself above my left knee which is a perfect map of the London Underground. Well - give him here, Hagrid - we'd better get this over with."'

Dumbledore took Harry in his arms and turned towards the Dursleys' house.

"Could I - could I say goodbye to him, sir?" asked Hagrid.

He bent his great shaggy head over Harry and gave him what must have been a very scratchy, whiskery kiss.

Then, suddenly, Hagrid let out a howl like a wounded dog.

"Was that you Black? Wanted to help Hagrid out?" asked Snape with an evil smile while was Remus trying to hold Sirius back from hitting Snape.

"Shhh!" hissed Professor McGonagall. "You'll wake the Muggles!"

"S-s-sorry," sobbed Hagrid, taking out a large spotted handkerchief and burying his face in it. "But I c-c-can't stand it - Lily an' James dead - an' poor little Harry off ter live with Muggles -"

"Yes, yes, it's all very sad, but get a grip on yourself, Hagrid, or we'll be found," Professor McGonagall whispered, patting Hagrid gingerly on the arm as Dumbledore stepped over the low garden wall and walked to the front door. He laid Harry gently on the doorstep, took a letter out of his cloak, tucked it inside Harry's blankets and then came back to the other two. For a full minute the three of them stood and looked at the little bundle; Hagrid's shoulders shook, Professor McGonagall blinked furiously and the twinkling light that usually shone from Dumbledore's eyes seemed to have gone out..

"I hate that stupid twinkle" said Duo

"Well," said Dumbledore finally, "that's that. We've no business staying here. We may as well go and join the celebrations."

Yeah," said Hagrid in a very muffled voice. "I'll be takin' Sirius his bike back. G'night, Professor McGonagall - Professor Dumbledore, sir."

"But why isn't Black there to get the boy wh…" with that Snape slapped his forehead "…that dumb mutt is probably going after the Death Eaters, so typical Black…really."

Wiping his streaming eyes on his jacket sleeve, Hagrid swung himself on to the motorbike and kicked the engine into life; with a roar it rose into the air and off into the night.

"I shall see you soon, I expect, Professor McGonagall," said Dumbledore, nodding to her. Professor McGonagall blew her nose in reply.

Dumbledore turned and walked back down the street. On the corner he stopped and took out the silver Put-Outer. He clicked it once and twelve balls of light sped back to their street lamps so that Privet Drive glowed suddenly orange and he could make out a tabby cat slinking around the corner at the other end of the street.

He could just see the bundle of blankets on the step of number four.

"Good luck, Harry," he murmured. He turned on his heel and with a swish of his cloak he was gone.

A breeze ruffled the neat hedges of Privet Drive, which lay silent and tidy under the inky sky, the very last place you would expect astonishing things to happen. Harry Potter rolled over inside his blankets without waking up.

"They lefty you on the door step with a letter!" shouted everyone at the same time

One small hand closed on the letter beside him and he slept on, not knowing he was special, not knowing he was famous, not knowing he would be woken in a few hours' time by Mrs. Dursley's scream as she opened the front door to put out the milk bottles, nor that he would spend the next few weeks being prodded and pinched by his cousin Dudley ...He couldn't know that at this very moment, people meeting in secret all over the country were holding up their glasses and saying in hushed voices: "To Harry Potter - the boy who lived!"

So this was the end of the first chapter, should I read the next chapter?" asked Fate waiting for everyone else to respond

"I think we should take it in turns" said Hermione

"That's a lovely idea Hermione well Snape your next" said fate handing a grumbling Snape the book"

"Fine the it can't hurt." He said as he opened the book by the second chapter.

To be continued...