The Daily Prophet spread like four the morning after the defeat of Voldemort. The story given personally by Albus Dumbledore (not that they would remember it was him) on the bravery of 2 parents dying in an attempt to save their son. Lily's sacrificial love saving Harry Potter from the killing curse thus destroying the Dark Lord.

While everyone cheered and celebrated his defeat and drank in Harry's name. The Dursley's were opening their door to find their orphaned nephew in a basket, cold from sitting there through the night, even with his thin blanket.

The wizards who dropped him off, not staying to make sure he was found safe and brought in. So they didn't see Vernon Dursley say no and drive the child to a fire station with a lie that he found the abandoned child in a park on his way to work and didn't know where to take him. The firefighters took him in and the Dursleys went back to their little lives, forgetting about him.

The ward device in Dumbledore's office shatters while he went to bother his brother. The Elves pop in to clean the mess, not knowing where it came from and vanish the remains. It was too new for them to think it was nothing more than a failed toy of the Headmasters.

In the remains of the Potter home in Godric's Hollow, a child cried under the crib. The cold had her shivering as she lay unseen by aurors doing their job. As little as she was, her protective shield to protect her friend had drained her some and she was hungry. Her tiny hand brushes Lily's cold one in a sad goodbye before her magic apparates her away to a public enough area to be found.

Police found her and by the end of the day she was in a foster home. Bundled up in blankets by the Grangers with a warm bowl of soup. She slept that night dreaming of the family who had found her wandering the streets crying after being separated by her father just for them and her found father to die by the point of a stick of a man with a really long beard and a twinkle in his eyes. Even at 2, she knew she was alone now. Her papa was gone.

Voldemort grieved as he felt the connection to his son break. His son was dead. Bellatrix had gone to look for Leonidas and his granddaughter Adaline.

She was no where to be found. His son was nothing but ash. Dumbledore will pay for what he did.

He needed to find Adaline first. The story of his death will come in handy. A new name and disguise with a new plan was in order. He'd keep his grief to his heart.

Hermione Granger groans as she tries to fit all her books into the trunk. She knew she could shrink the books to go all in there but she did not want to get in trouble if the other children caught her and snitched. She had been placed in the dark closet for 8 hours the last time that happened.

She looks around. Everyone was outside playing,. She counted all the heads through the window to make sure before she slips back to the trunk and waved her hand to mutter the spell. She shrink majority of the items inside. She did not want to leave anything behind.

When her foster parents had been told she was a witch and was going to a school to learn magic they had been relieved she was not a demonic being. The moment the Professor had left, they made it clear to her that despite what the woman said about holidays and summers, they did not want her to come back. They won't say anything if she didn't say anything.

She personally did not want to come back anyways. No more dark closets, no more rushing to get a plate of food before it was all gone. No more being picked on. Even though she was only 11, she was much past her fellow foster siblings in education. She had been able to get herself graduated this summer with the help of a teacher who had once been a foster child herself.

Maybe she will find a real home in this wizard magical world. Maybe the headmaster will let her stay during the summers until she was old enough to get a job. The trip to Diagon Alley had been enlightening. Having seen her home, the Professor had let her explore longer than she usual would for a muggleborn student. She may or may not have took advantage to slip a few more books into the backpack the woman had given her. An undetactable expansion charm she had said. Definitely a spell she would be learning as quickly as possible.

"Hermione, Mrs. Granger said its time to go," Gwen, a 14 year old girl with long light brown hair and pretty blue eyes comes in to warn her. She was going to miss Gwen. As soon as she had found out she was a witch, Gwenn had finally told her her story. She was a squib who had been been abandoned to a muggle orphanage by her family. She taught Hermione everything she knew about the wizardig world. It had helped her immensely. Gwen promised to contact her as soon as she was of age. While squibs had it harder in the wizarding world, she had enough magic to do anythign that didn't involve a wand. She was going back to that world and planned to gained her masters in potions.

"I wish you were going with me," Hermione hugs her while placing her trunk and backpack in the trunk of the car.

"Don't worry, a few short years, and I'll be out of here. Get away from here, learn a trade during the school year to help you make money during the summer. If you can't find a friend or 2 to stay with, a wizard inn will be best as long as you can pay for the room. Be safe. Protect yourself. And don't forget about me." Gwen hugs her back.

It was the only hard part about getting in the car and driving away.

"Hermione Granger."

She walks towards the stool and tries to relax as the talking hat was placed on her head.

"Interesting, very interesting. Great things will come from you young lady as long as you follow your goals and dreams. Slytherin and Ravenclaw will probably be best for you. Though one is definitely better than the one with your birthright. That means SLYTHERIN!" She hands the hat back and rushes over to her new house table and watches the rest get sorted.

It had been an exciting train ride. She had got along with a few of the people there including a set of twins, a boy who lost his toad, and a few more. Many older students were happy to hand over old books when she made questioned them about magic. In fact she ended up gaining so many, she was sure if the books dont change the next few years, she won't need to buy a majority of her school books until 4th year at least.

"Neville Lomgbottom." She hoped he got the house he wanted. She learned he was pushed to be just like his father by his Gran, making him anxious about becoming a Gryffendor when he didn't feel brave. He wanted to be a Hufflepuff . She reminded him that being in another house doesn't mean he is not brave. Everyone had traits of all the houses in one way or another. It was what you did with each trait that decided what house you would flourish in the most.

"Hufflepuff!" She cheered loudly for him, ignoring the confused glances at her own table.

She was joined by Draco Malfoy and Theodore Nott when the Great Hall abrupted in whispers.

"Harry Potter."

He had felt familiar to her on the train when she met him briefly. She just couldn't figure out why or how. Either way, he was stong in magic, locking his compartment door to read in silence on his own. She had been let in briefly when she was helping Neville look for his toad but left soon after to respect his privacy. Draco had been one of the ones upset he couldn't talkto him on the train.

"Slytherin!" She surveyed the expressions on everyones faces at the announcement. The Headmaster was frowning in disappointment. There was plenty of shock and some anger. A boy from the group of 1st years that had not been sorted yet looked down right angry. He ened up being a Gryffendor while the last student Zabini also became a Slytherin.