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THIRD PERSON P.O.V.
October 31st, 1981. A day most people know as Halloween, becomes a day of mourning, but celebration for witches and wizards.
James and Lily Potter, dead, at the hands of the dark wizard, Lord Voldemort. But their son, quite a peculiar boy, alive, and Voldemort gone.
How is that, exactly? Well, that's a question many wonder. How could he defeat the Dark Lord at the age of one, with only a lightning bolt shaped scar to prove it ever happened? Very astonishing, indeed.
With no one to watch him, Albus Dumbledore, Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, feels it's best to leave him with the only family he has left, and away from all the fame bound to come his way.
Minerva McGonagall and Albus Dumbledore stand by one of the many identical houses of Privet Drive, awaiting the arrival of Hagrid and the child of James and Lily Potter.
A slight rumble is heard from above their heads. They look towards the noise and find a blinding light getting larger and larger. A motorcycle lands on the pavement, the tires screeching on impact. It comes to a holt, and McGonagall stares at it with disapproval. Hagrid hops off the vehicle and smiles at the pair.
"Professor Dumbledore, sir. Professor McGonagall." Hagrid greets.
"You had no problems, I trust, Hagrid?" Dumbledore asks.
"No, sir. The little tyke fell asleep as we were flying over Bristol." He says, smiling at the baby. He gently hands him over to the two professors. "Try not to wake him."
Dumbledore holds the boy, beginning to walk to the doorstep of a house, McGonagall by his side.
"Albus, do you really think it's safe, leaving him with these people?" McGonagall asks with concern. "I've been watching them all day. They're the worst sort of Muggles imaginable. The really are-"
"The only family he has." Dumbledore finishes. McGonagall purses her lips as they reach the front door.
"This boy will be famous. There won't be a child in our world who doesn't know his name." McGonagall says. They look at the baby, sleeping peacefully, despite the events from the same day.
"Exactly. He's far better off growing up away from all of that. Until he is ready." Dumbledore says. He sets the baby gently on the doorstep of number 4, Privet Drive, where he will live with his insufferable aunt, uncle, and cousin, all while not knowing what he is truly capable of. Hagrid sniffles in sadness, and the two professors turn to him.
"There, there, Hagrid. It's not really goodbye, after all." Dumbledore reassures. Hagrid gives a small nod of understanding.
Dumbledore places a letter on the sleeping child, addressed to his family.
Mr. and Mrs. Dursley 4 Privet Drive, Little Whinging, Surrey.
They all stare at the boy as on of his hands grips to the letter, the same thought on their minds.
"Good luck, Harry Potter." Dumbledore says for all of them.
With that, the three leave the boy on the doorstep to be found by a horrified Petunia Dursley in the morning.
His story will be well remembered. But of course, he won't know. Much like how he is unaware that witches and wizards, all throughout the earth, are celebrating as they raise their glasses and cheer in hushed voices...
"To Harry Potter, the Boy Who Lived."
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(Y/N)'S P.O.V.
"Dad!" I yell, running down the stairs from my room. I rush into the kitchen and my father sits calmly at the dining room table, next to Gladis, the dogwood tree growing inside our house.
"Yes, sweetie?" He asks as he puts down his copy of the Daily Prophet.
"Has the mail come yet?" I ask, jumping with excitement. He grins and lets out a chuckle.
"No, I'm afraid not." He replies, but (O/N), our owl, swoops in from the window. She's a gorgeous Northern hawk-owl who looks more on the intimidating side, but she's very friendly. She lands on the table and drops our letters before flying up into Gladis, pecking at the branches. I dig through the letters, looking for a certain letter addressed to me. When I reach the bottom, I finally see the letter I've been waiting to see for practically my whole life.
Ms. (Y/N) (L/N) The First Room Upstairs to the Right, The Dogwood Dwelling, Ottery St. Catchpole, DEVON
I grab it excitedly and show it to my father.
"Dad, look, I got it! I got my Hogwarts letter!" I exclaim happily. He throws his arms up in excitement, a huge grin on his face. He lifts me up and spins me around gleefully. He sets me down and crouches down to my level.
"Congratulations, pumpkin!" He says, hugging me. I bury my head into the crook of his shoulder and giggle. We let go of the embrace and sit with each other at the table. I open the letter, delicately pulling off the red wax seal. I pull out two sheets of paper. I unfold one first, and read it out loud to my father.
"Dear Ms. (L/N) — that's me! Uh, sorry." My father laughs at my behaviour.
"We are pleased to inform you that you have a place at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment. Term begins on 1 September. We await your owl by no later than 31 July." I look to my father to see if he'll handle it, and he nods his head in confirmation.
"Yours Sincerely, Minerva McGonagall, Deputy Headmistress." I finish, smiling ear to ear. My father lets out a few low laughs.
"In my years at Hogwarts, caused an awful lot of trouble with McGonagall, my friends and I. We really were something." He says with a smile. He then looks to me, alarmed. "But don't go getting any ideas! I don't want you to get into trouble."
"No promises." I tell him with a mischievous grin.
(∩｀-')⊃━☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟa/n .*･｡ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ I hope you enjoyed the first chapter! You guys got your first little glimpse at what your character's like. I hope you enjoy this story! :))
