Chapter 5: He can walk!
Harry was a happy infant. Smart too.
He took took his first step halfway through his ninth month.
His first word was "'Pa-foot!". Sirius was very happy with that.
He was walking around at a pretty good clip by the time Halloween came up.
They'd left the house that night so Harry could enjoy at least one day outside.
Dressed as a vampire, a few muggles were rather confused when James advised against blood pops for candy. "He may look like a vampire, but I assure you he isn't!" he said, before whisking his boy away to another home.
It wasn't safe to be out and about, but it was muggle London, and it was Halloween!
Harry stood in his crib as he heard the commotion downstairs. Running shortly through the door was his Ma-Ma. She looked scared. She flicked her magic stick around a few times and said a few funny words. As she finished, a blue glow surrounded him and Ma-Ma.
Then the mean man busted down the door.
They spoke quickly and abruptly. He looked angry. Ma-Ma looked angry too, then she looked sad. When she was hit with the green light Ma-Ma hit the floor.
"Ma-Ma!" he screamed, feeling a weird feeling creeping over his body.
The mean man with the red eyes looked at him and laughed before sending the green light at the boy. The green light hit the boy and as this happened that same weird blue light from before sprung up and reflected the beam back at the mean man with the red eyes.
Dumbledore was quick to the scene. A few diagnostic spells told the senile old man what happened.
Old magic. Blood protections.
Seeing his chance, Albus quickly ordered Hagrid to take the boy to his aunts. Blood wards will keep him safe.
Half and hour later, the headmaster popped onto privet drive and walked to number 4. He saw the large shape of Hagrid and said, "Thank you Hagrid. Go back to Godric's Hollow and see if you can help there."
After seeing Hagrid leave, Dumbledore knelt down to the basket and started his spells. A few minutes later he was done and took a look at the child. The future of the world sat on that boy's shoulders.
Seeing that the boy was asleep, the old man penned a short message to his relatives and walked away.
Waking after a few moments, Harry raised his head. It was dark outside, and it was cold. Where's Ma-Ma or Da-Da?
Trying his luck, little Harry asked, "Ma-Ma? Da-Da?"
Hearing no response, he rose from the basket. Grabbing the blanket as he went, Harry walked to the curb.
"'Pa-foot? Moo-nee?"
Walking further forward Harry continued forth.
That was when he was hit by a car.
Most children take their first steps by their first birthday -- the same in both the wizarding and muggle worlds -- and Harry was one and a half years old. You don't leave small children untended on doorstops on cold November nights.
But then again, wizards are stupid.
AN: Ah, poor Harry, but it always bothered me that someone as 'wise' as Albus would leave a child like that.
