Chapter 2

A/N : We are so sorry for the wait. We are in school now and it is very hard to write during the week. We hope that you understand. We can only post on weekends. Sorry! Also thank you all for the WONDERFUL reviews. This is our first fic so please go easy on us. Thanks again. - Corkin.

A few days later, it was breakfast at the Dursley residence and Harry Potter was lying in the cupboard under the stairs crying loudly because he was hungry and he could smell the wonderful scents of bacon and eggs coming from the kitchen. Also he was covered in dust and something was crawling across his leg. When Petunia rapped on the cupboard door his screams became a muffled whimper.

Then suddenly the doorbell rang very loudly. Vernon answered the door. There, standing in front of him was an old couple. The woman had raven black hair and emerald green eyes. She was wearing a pair of black slacks, with a white, silk blouse and black heels. The man was wearing khaki pants and ad ark blue button down shirt. He had twinkling blue eyes and a long white beard and hair.

"Mr. Dursley," said the man, "my name is Albus Dumbledore and this is my friend Minerva McGonagall. We're here to inquire about a child that was dropped off here a few nights ago. We were wondering about his well being."

Vernon just stood there gaping at the odd couple until Minerva said "Are you going to let us in, or are you going to stare at us like a blundering idiot?! It is quite cold out here!"

Vernon seemed to come out of his reverie at this moment and grumbled, "Come in." As they entered the tidy house, Petunia Dursley came into the parlor with a struggling Dudley Dursley on her hip.

"Petunia, dear this is Mr. Dumbledore and Miss. McGonagall, they are her about the brat" he said to his wife quit rudely.

"BRAT" Minerva exclaimed "that child is the hero of our world"

"He's abnormal" said Mrs. Dursley flatly

"He's perfectly fine. Where is he?" the Scottish woman snapped.

"That is none of your business" the Muggle woman spat right back.

Just then Minerva's keen ears picked up a muffled cry coming from somewhere in the house. She started to walk towards the sound. She stopped in front of door under the stairs, put her head to it, and listened for a moment and then opened the door.

"What the hell," she said as she leaned down and picked up the child, "Why do you have him in a closet? Who do you think you are? Come Albus, we're leaving!" And she walked out the front door with a sniffling, lent covered Harry on her hip.

Back at Hogwarts, Minerva was in her rooms trying to figure out where to put Harry for the night until she could get to Diagon Alley to purchase some baby supplies. She took out her wand and transfigured the chest at the end of her bed into a crib, set Harry down I it, and then one of her quills onto a bottle and then called for a house elf.

"Missy, please fill this with sisome warm milk for Harry" she asked her.

"Yes ma'am" Missy replied and the disappeared with a pop.

Not two seconds after Missy left there was a knock on McGonagall's door, she answered it.

"Hello, Albus," she said, "You're not going to tell me to give back, are you? Because I simply wont allow it"

"No, Minerva." He replied calmly, " I was simply going to ask if you wanted to see about any other options for Harry. What I mean to say is that do you think you can raise a child at your age" Albus paused and waited for a response, when he received none, he continued, "With all of your other responsibilities are you sure you can handle this"

Minerva looked at him for a moment and the said, walking towards him slowly, "Albus, I have been ready for this for a long time. Ever since I got pregnant with Emma. Then, when I lost her, I thought I would never get another chance. Eventually I got too old to even think about having children of my own again; but with Harry, it's like I've been given a second chance. With Harry I get to be a mother! Yes. Albus I am sure about this." She took the final step towards him, put her arms around his neck and looked in his eyes

"As for being able to handle it, that's what you're her for isn't it, to help me out"

At this Albus chuckled softly and said "Of course, my dear. I will help you." And he leaned down to give her a tender kiss.