Defining Family

Together Apart

The Order arived to the sight of Lily Potter waking up and Dudley Dursley-Potter crying by her side.

She looked around. She saw Dudley, but not Harry, her memories came back. She held the chubby toddler close and she wept.
Dumbldore caught her attention. "What happened here? Where's Harry?" He asked. Lily shook her head and sobbed harder.

"Just take it. Just take it. Make it go away. I don't want it. Just take it." She sobbed maddly, rocking the crying toddler and herself back and forth.
Dumbles sighed. He pressed his wand against her temple and took a copy of the memeory. Then he turned to one of his shocked followers. "Get her a healer. I will review this right away." He said before turning to Lily. "Just know. We're gonna take care of you "

Someone came up and tried to take the crying baby from her grasp, but she started screaming at them so it was left alone.
Dumbledor apperated to his pensive.

There was nothing but pain and the whole image was so blurry. Green light shot toward the boys and Dumbledore sighed. That explains why they only found one, though there should have been a-
Another green light shot in the direction of the crying Dudley and the whole room filled with dark magic. Definatly enough to disintegrate a child's body if it was dead.

He couldn't see who either of the curses actually hit, but it wasn't hard to find Harry Potter dead and Dudley Dursley-Potter...
The-Boy-Who-Lived

But the child had no magic so... What now?
People wanted answers, so Dumbldore told them his findings, gave them the memory and locked himself up in the silence of his personal chambers. He had a prophesy to figure out.

The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches... born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies... and the Dark Lord will mark him as his equal, but he will have power the Dark Lord knows not... and either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survives... the one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord will be born as the seventh month dies....

Maybe. It's possible. It never says the boy will have magic. Just power the Dark Lord knows not. Quite odd indeed.

While Dumbldore figured that out, Dudley played in the play area of Saint Munoz. Healers were hard at work with Lily Potter. And Harry...
Harry was wondering about a foreboding forest with out a care in the world.

What was this place anyways? It's so dark! Harry, in his excitment, tripped on a tree root he'd not seen. Seeing things was really hard. Maybe he should ask Mommy and Daddy if his eyes were tired.

As Harry sat in a clearing, all sorts on animals gathered around him in curiosity.

"What are you creature?" A voice hissed.

A shrill voice cut through. All of the animals seemed to erupt at this running toward Harry. Harry only whimpered in fear as he flinched back.
A small snake slithered it's way up Harry's back and sat proudly on the boy's shoulders, causing all animals to stop. The snake smirked at them.

"And just what do you think you're doing?" He asked.
A large bird who seemed to be made of Black fire flew to the front. The bird trilled, but Harry couldn't understand it. The bird's song made him smile though. He yawned, still having not gotten to sleep yet.
While the snake and the bird seemed to talk, Harry slowly drifted off.

No one seemed to notice until he fell over. Disrupting the bird in whatever speech it was giving.
All the animals looked at the child sleeping so soundly with a baskalis sitting on him. Obviously, they all let out collective coos. He was so adorable!

The baskalis smirked at the bird who sighed. Fine. He can stay... For now.