CHAPTER 1 : Prologue

No one really knows what happens when you die.

All we know is that all bodily functions cease, and you stop moving forever. Other than that, it's pretty much an open book. Some people truly believe that you end up in endless torment, or go into a place where you're just happy forever.

Others think you're simply recycled as someone else, spit back into the planet in a never-ending cycle of rebirth. Some who believe this think your actions determine who you become in your next life, others believe it's simply random as if your spirit takes residence inside the nearest open womb.

Or others believe that you would meet a divine being but that can't be because why would they deal with us, the mere mortals…

However, there's no guarantee of any of that. It's pretty much unknown what any of it means, or even if you appear in the same world the next time around.

The universe is infinite, and infinite possibilities exist in either one.

The thing is that some people say death is the worst thing out there. Others say death is quick and painless, that you don't even realize you're dying. Then there are the ones who say it's the most painful experience one could ever face.

I say those people are drunk, high, or both.

Or that is just full of bullshit anyway.

I wasn't exactly sure what had happened to me. For a fact that all I knew was that I'd been driving along a dark night on a curving road on a cliffside at night, while it was blizzard-snowing. This is coming from a student college who's doing a late-night class to head home, a small apartment that is a bit far from campus in a rural area…

Which is a bad idea, after all, I tell you that.

The last thing I remembered was seeing the bright lights of a very large vehicle through my truck's windshield on the wrong side of the road as I curved around a corner. Heck, I wasn't even sure what kind of vehicle it was that hit me, but I was pretty sure that I'd been hit. There was a bright light and a flash of brief pain.

The loud twisting of metal and crushing sounds were all I could hear before my world became nothing but a sensory overload for a few seconds.

I had no idea whether I was still trapped in the crumpled wreckage of the truck, or lying on a hospital bed somewhere.

Then I slowly opened my eyes again.

Still seeing darkness and nothing.

But then a strange being slowly erupted, appearing as some sort of a giant Dementor-like with skeleton parts floating in front of me.

Is that Ghost? Or something sinister… I thought in my mind while walking slowly toward the Dementor-like figure without fear.

"Um, hello?" I cautiously asked.

"Yes, Mortal." The haunting voice came from the Dementor figure as I looked at the Dementor. Let me tell you, it is quite scary because under that Dementor hood, is a skull, and in the hollow eye sockets gaze feels like they are able to see through your bare soul.

"May I ask you a question?" I said feeling a little bit shy. To be honest I am quite bit afraid of this being.

"Speak now, mortal." The Dementor figure demanded.

"Did I die and are you the Death as in the Grim Reaper?" I asked. To think I died from the impact of the large vehicle. I doubt that anyone cares about me. I'm an orphan college student who's been abandoned by birth with no friends…It is a quite depressing thought.

"Huh." I sighed.

"Oh, regarding a drunk driver driving the semi-truck on the wrong side of the road, you had no chance of surviving at all." said the Dementor figure without caring, just told me that I just end up dead. Is he a Joker or what?

No way a normal person will be talking about another dead person.

"And yes, I am Death." the Dementor figure answered.

"Oh, what happens now?" asked me hesitantly. It is a Death that is talking to me right now and the fact that I'm really dead for real.

"Mortal, I will give you a choice. First, you can walk toward that door which signifies the afterlife or you can choose to reincarnate of my choosing." Death floated as the dementor cloak moved around like it is alive.

Maybe it is?

In front of us was an old wooden door that is closed that appeared out of nowhere but I could see the bright light peeking through around the borders.

Anyway, back to what Death had said, will I choose the afterlife or reincarnate? If I choose the afterlife which is the end for me. The other option is to reincarnate, which allows me reborn in another world like isekai stuff.

What to do, I cannot make the Death wait. So, before I make my choice.

"If I choose to reincarnate, what benefit will I get?" I asked, hoping that I would get something. I thought sadly and full of hope in my heart that it would be none of the bad benefits that I heard from other isekai stuff.

"Let me see...You may get three wishes because when you are still alive your life is full of honesty and integrity. So, what is it you choose?" Death looked at me, under the hood like seeing through to see my deepest secrets and deeds that I had done in my life.

That made my answer clear.

"Then I choose to reincarnate." I nervously said to the Death.

"Very well, young mortal," The Death stated, the afterlife door disappeared to nothing as the being pulled up the skeleton hand open to show three small floating lights, "What are your wishes?"

Since I don't know what world is Death going to reincarnate me into. I have to be smart about this.

This is a good thing that I know a lot of gaming franchises and anime or fantasy stuff.

"Em..first, I want to have a game system in the form of a Wizard's field guide from Hogwarts Legacy with a few changes?" I said.

The Death seems to be curious and asks with a haunting voice, "Please explain what you mean by changes?"

I gladly answered, "Um, I did not want the typical game system that makes me so OP, so I wanted a system that can't copy or steal others easily like Metamortphmagus or blood inherited from it, and an easy grind to gain experience. A kind that helps me improve on my skills and knowledge to master fully through hard work."

The Death seemed to ponder on my answer a bit and nodded as it flicked one of the lights towards me and said, "Very well, it nice to have a mortal did not ask such outlandish requests."

I chuckled softly and thought some more before saying my next wish, "Second, I want to be able to understand things better at everything."

The Death hummed, 'Why?"

"Because I would rather be humble enough to understand the culture and laws so I won't be pulled into the evil side like Cersei Lannister or not be 'know it all' like Hermione Granger that makes everyone so irritated," I answered honestly.

The Death chuckled humorlessly, flicked another light to me, and said, "Excellent choice, young mortal."

So nervous, because it is my last wish, but my mind is blank on what to think of for my next wish.

I thought of one thing, that I wanted all the time, "Third, I wanted to be born into a family that would be proud of me no matter what I do."


The Death seemed to be a little confused and asked me, "Oh, how so?"

"I wanted to be in a nice family that is true to ourselves with no pressure or exception from any society," I answered with clarity.

It created an awkward situation. Frankly speaking, I know it is a kind of a dumb wish to waste but hey, I am trying to survive whatever the world that Death put me. I do not know whether it is good or bad. So I rather have a family on my side that would support me and give me a purpose to live for.

The Death finally flicked the last light toward me and said, "It seems that you are not like other greedy, power-hungry fools which makes me impressed."

Knowing that Death just praised me for not being like others, is a good thing I guess.

The Death crept forward closer to me, to crouch down and stared at my soul more, it said, "I know what world that would help the fading goddess from the mortal fools."

"Um, may I ask why is the goddess dying?" I asked, trying to not upset Death.

I can't help myself to not be curious after all.

"Ignorance and disrespectful mortals mocking the goddess's name and her culture ways are slowly lost in time." Death responded.

I see, it reminds me of the white people who had suppressed and slandered the American Indians and people of color's culture and ways for decades.

I looked at the Death and asked, "Is there a way I can help the goddess?"

The Death seemed to be secretive and said, "It seems I choose right mortal, after all."

I looked up to Death's glowing eyes and I thought to myself, will I have a purpose better than I have in my former life with no purpose?

"Good luck, young mortal!" The Death snaps its bony finger.

Suddenly, I felt my surroundings moving rapidly, then darkness came to me fast as I blinked.

Leaving Death itself alone in darkness but with a gentle voice appears suddenly, "Thank you, Death."

"There no need for that, Lady Hecate." The Death humbly said to the bodiless voice.

The goddess chuckled softly and said, "I guess so, but you gave me the champion that is worthy of my name. So, thank you, I do." Then the voice seemed to disappear.

Leaving the Death alone again, hummed, "What she will do next I wonder…" as the Death itself faded into the dark like it wasn't there anymore.

Now back to me since Death sent me to reincarnate into another unknown world, all I know for sure was that wherever it is was pretty dark. It seemed to be lit by some stick moving around and I could only see the white speckle of stars and trees passing by above me. I couldn't move very well and was wrapped in a warm blanket.

I was so disoriented by the sudden sendoff, and something was making my ears ring. I couldn't move very well and seemed to have trouble even turning my head as I fumbled about a bit on what I had just realized were soft mounds that belonged to a young woman's chest. In embarrassment, I opened my mouth to speak, but I couldn't manage to form words. A few garbled sounds escaped my lips as I struggled for a moment to figure out what was going on.

The pretty woman kept on running as she softly assured me, "Hi baby, it will be all right, Avalon, shhh." she said with promise, "I will protect you till the end."

The words seemed to wash over me and felt like more than a mere promise. I felt the tingle of something I don't know what but I had to guess it was worth a vow. This pretty woman would take care of me?

Wait?! I'm a baby! What the hell?

My mind was numb and still catching up. The odd ringing in my ears hadn't stopped, but I seemed to realize that the pretty woman had a gash of blood dripping down from her forehead down to the chin, which had been pretty recent if the blood dripped down, also that her clothing that screams victorian to me and had been through a bad fight or something.

I noticed could still feel all my limbs in the blanket burrito. As my initial shock began to wear off, I seemed to realize there was the sound of shouting but angry voices along with loud roaring that sounded nonhuman mixed into in distance and that we were fleeing from them.

"Don't worry baby girl," the pretty woman said bravely, "Mama got you." She ran like a ninja fast through the thick forest in the dark.

I was shocked, that pretty woman with a gash of blood on her forehead and in Victorian clothing is my mother?

The gorgeous woman with sun-kissed wavy blonde hair that holding me is my mother?!

The pretty—no, my mother, slowed down the running in the thick forest, to catch her breath and stared down at me in a loving way, she found herself staring at what looked to me as if I were to see her one last time.

Her hands trembled as she gently reached out and touched. Her fingertips touched my smooth soft cheek and withdrew as the noise echoed, warning us that danger was coming. This was no trick no matter how my mind wished otherwise.

Somehow I died and reincarnated, I can feel the warmth from my mother's hand, there's no way to fake that. My mother perked up and looked back for danger, I could tell that she was really worried. Then everything went quiet so suddenly.

Like there is no life amount with us now.

Fear came crawling into my mother as the danger slowly came. My mother slowly steps back to walk through the forest, trying to get as far away as possible.

"What to do? What to do?" My mother asked herself as she looked down at me. Don't ask me how and how about for starters, getting the hell out of the dang forest was a good start, lady!

"For some reason, I can feel my daughter being smartass or something?" My mother questioned herself out loud, taking a glance at me again with suspicion and I noticed the eyebrow raised as all mothers have.

All I did was…

"Hehe!" I said with baby-garbled sounds at her with a cute smile, passing off as baby to distract her. It worked because it softened my mother, she smiled at me as she sped through the forest.

Then as my mother was running through the thick forest, all of sudden I saw a blast of green rays hitting my mother's back, and she held me tightly as we fell over the steep jungle-like hill. Everything went rolling down as we hit the bottom ground along with a shallow river that soaked into my mother's clothing. I looked up at the attacker, it was a male with black clothing and some sort of metal mask who was observing us. I noticed that I was well hidden and that my mother did her best that the attacker didn't see me and wandered off when he saw that my mother is not moving.

Wait, my mother is not moving? I looked away from the attacker and faded into the forest to look at my mother, she lay still as if she was dead or something.

I whimpered a bit loudly enough for my mother to hear me and not enough for the attacker to hear. Then I see my mother slowly move her hand on my cheek, noticing the blood-drenched on her hand.

"Shh—baby…" my mother spoke softly to try to calm me down.

I rubbed my cheek against her hand, my mother chuckled gently as she trembled like she is going to lose me or something.

She stared at me for a while and without a thought, "Gadon!" My mother sharply said, loud enough for a pop to appear. The startled look on my face would have made my mother laugh but all she did was softly chuckle at me.

As the pop cleared up, showing a House-elf full of ginger orange hair and a groomed beard with some grey into, wearing a miniature butler uniform, the little creature that appeared had large, bat-like ears with an earring tattoo that had the name "Pendragon" printed on and bulging blue eyes the size of tennis balls.

Wha, What! Why is House Elf doing here? Wait, what have I heard this word of somewhere? I'm a bit confused about what is going on here.

"Oh, Mistress, let me take you to St.Mungo!" The little elf said panicky and concerned about my mother. My mother breathed heavily and shook her head as she lay by me, staring at me.

"No, Gadon, I know that I won't last longer soon…and lastly I want you to protect my Avalon from anything even in shadows or out." She said breathlessly to the elf.

My mother and Gadon glared at each other more like the stare down like in Western times where they pull out a gun at you quickly for like seconds then Gadon hung his head, "Yes Mistress, I will protect the heiress until my last breath!" He declared, the vow chilling to protect me in the last inch of his life.

I felt the tingle again I had to guess what Gadon the elf said something that caused it.

My mother, smiled as she ran her hand through my baby hair, as if she was caressing it. "Thank you, Gadon…please take her to…Potters..take her to Dorea…Please..give her to…Bella…Oh, Bella…My Bella…it would seem my time is up…" She said labored, looked over me for a second with her bright lilac violet eyes, and cried over me, for what?

Who's Bella?

What the heck is going on? That is what I want to know!

But why would she…Oh…

Then I realized that my mother had her breath getting shallow and less air and the fact is that she is dying for good.

That she wasn't going to live…

I burst into crying too along with my mother. Mourning together for the last time as mother and daughter.

"I love you, Avalon…B-Bellatrix…Pendragon!" My mother breathed her last words as she faded away leaving me with a smile.

Her last words were my name and the fact she loved me…

In grief shock, I whimpered as I tried to headbutt as I could in a blanket burrito to wake her up again but to no avail. Gadon had to mourn his fallen mistress and I had lost my mother.

The little elf looked at me with sadness, while I was trying to wake my mother up. "Oh, Milady. I must take you to safety." He gently picked me up from my mother's arms and one last look at my mother in sadness.

My mother lying cold in the shallow part of the river, alone at night. Then we disappeared into nothing.

I had to admit that with all that had been happening, I fell asleep into Gadon's arms due to grief from my mother's sudden death that I hadn't gotten a chance to get to know her.

Then a loud pop woke me up, Gadon holding me tightly as if he is guarding me, heart beating in his throat, a bit oversuspicious around his surroundings.

As for me, I woke up suddenly, still seeing that I was still trapped in the burrito.

We were standing, well more like Gadon holding me in a wet lane under a dark blue sky, in which the night's first stars were already glimmering feebly. Cottages stood on either side of the narrow road, plain decorations twinkling in their windows. A short way ahead of them, a glow of golden streetlights indicated the center of the village.

"Ugh, don't like the Potters…but Charles and Dorea are best out of them all," Gadon said as he looked at me, with conflict shown in his expression, and sighed, "No choice but let's go Mistress." said Gadon, and when he looked unsure, I was a bit confused about why he doesn't like the Potters?

or that Charles and Dorea are better than them?

Wait, why do Potters sound familiar again?

"Oh, good, there's no one around, and we can get here safely quickly." Gadon said as we made our way forward unhampered, the icy air stinging our faces as we passed more cottages. I gazed at the front doors, their wet-burdened roofs, and their front porches, wondering why we were doing here and leaving my mother's body behind, knowing deep inside that it was impossible, that I am a baby and my mother wanted Gadon to take me to safety.

Away from danger.

I was not even sure what happened to this baby's past before I reincarnated by the Death or why the attacker killed my mother. Then the little lane along which we were walking curved to the left and the heart of the village, a small square, was revealed to us.

A cottage a comfortably sized, about two-story building with a small gate and hedges surrounding the front yard. Seems like a homey place to live.

Gadon stopped himself and stared at the cottage a bit and sighed, "Well Mistress, here we go." he said as if he were preparing us to go to the war or something…

We walked up to the cottage door, but as for me I struggled to stay awake I tried as Gadon carefully knocked on the door and before it opened, everything went black.

Oh my god, did I just pass out?

Well to be fair, I'm just a baby…

Now then since I had beauty sleep, things or days have passed, and I am currently having a mental breakdown that has to happen to a baby. Out of all the things that could have happened to me after my death, I would have never expected this of all things.

I never expected that Death would have to reincarnate me in this world.

When I died, before Death, I had expected that ever in the afterlife, would be a dream, I would've appreciated it at that moment. There was no reunion. There was no family to greet me or the afterlife. There was nothing.

It just that, now I am in their baby's bedroom which is was located on the first floor, close to the staircase in the living room. And that the bedroom had a Magic Alphabet hanging on the wall.

Also, I see another baby who is being held by a beautiful woman with thick, dark red hair that falls to her shoulders, and almond-shaped, bright green eyes. Apparently, her eyes were extremely distinctive, because every person who knew her would always see them in her son, Harry.

Yes, Harry! A freaking Harry Potter?

Oh, and the House Elf named Gadon!?

Anyone? No, Just me then.

Then a younger man entered the room, was a tall, thin man with hazel eyes and untidy black hair that stuck up at the back, not to mention of indefinable air of having been well cared for and even adored and having a sense of arrogance.

These people are Harry's parents, Lily and James Potter…

This means I am in a Harry Potter world…

It is a good thing that I know a lot of Harry Potter stuff like a lot, really a lot that can surpass the Star Wars fans but there are a few things that I'm wrong about.

Yeah, I'm a Harry Potter nerd…

Also Gadon, my House Elf is right, I don't like the Potters currently now!

In the books or the films like that, I thought Lily was supposed to be kind and selfless. Or that James had changed from his bullying ways and Harry was a nice one like in the books that I read.

But I went through the hard way, so I learned that,

James Potter is a massive bully and arrogant. Because I overheard while I was in the different baby crib across from Harry's crib when James was babbling to Lily something about how he got the suspects and brutally injured enough of them that St.Mungo had to tend them until they were well enough to go for trial.

As for anyone who wants to know about the suspects, I asked Gabon about it more and he told me that they were not even close to being criminals, just falsely arrested…they were just…

Delivering newspapers…

Yeah I know, James arrested the Newspaper guys that looked shady enough…I think Miss Bones will not be happy about that.

Or that he treated the Potter House elves and Gabon like literal slaves and the lowest of scum. Gadon knew about this horrible treatment so in order to avoid this, he quietly stayed by my side faithfully, trying to not get noticed at all.

What is so shocking is Lily Potter, she is so vain and selfish. I got the proof that she's spending so much money to buy things that are not useful or anything and that she's glad that Harry might be the savior and hopes that Harry would bring her popularity rise and she is vain enough that she refuses to change Harry's diapers so that responsibility goes to the Potter Elf. But she only cares about her child, Harry more than me which is rude.

I just lost my mother, bitch!

But that is okay, I have Gadon raising me better than she is to Harry.

So, Harry Potter is rude and ignorant. I understand that he is a baby right now but he is acting quite much like Duddly Dursley by his parents spoiled him with useless gifts and things that a baby should not need. I thought he was supposed to be a nice one but he is mean, throwing things at me that a baby should not do but his parents didn't care and my House Elf, Gadon protected me all the time.

If anyone is concerned about Gadon, he is okay because he has cast some advanced silent magic that can protect me and himself from anything that Harry throws at me or at Gadon which James and Lily failed to sense the magic.

I thought they were good at magic or had knowledge of it but apparently not…

Oh, not to mention, Sirius Black aka Harry Potter's Godfather, who rarely visits is the worst, he is a womanizer and man-child drunkard. Unlike from the books. Sure, he hates his family and refuses to be like them. Ironically, he tends to act like his mother, Walburga Black but more against the dark and is so drunk all the time that he spends the money lousy, not a very good look on lord of the House of Black.

Not to add that he treats a woman like toys rather than human beings with thoughts and feelings. And I noticed that Gadon is really protective over me while he is around and looked angry at Sirius for something.

The Potters and Sirius are different than I expected…

Oh, and another thing about the Potters is that I learned about Charles and Dorea who were supposed to take me in, but they were kicked out for no reason, well I think it was Dorea who is Black and Dark but I have a feeling there is more to it because Gadon seems seething at them for a reason.

Also, Gadon told me that there was no one other than them that my mother requested or trusted anyone with me.

As days passed, I noticed the fall-colored leaves from the window. Gadon took care of me and taught me a few things that babies needed to learn properly.

Such things as how to talk or try to crawl with the baby's body.

I'm quite petty enough that I did advance faster than Harry. Which pissed the Potters off a little and Gadon was proud of me, also knew that I wasn't a normal baby, not because of the reincarnated stuff, or my past life that stays a secret that I keep in the grave.

Then for some reason, I knew something was wrong got stronger as the approaching night came. I whimpered out to grab Gadon's attention, and he quickly noticed me and he climbed up the crib to see me better.

Gadon was observing me and could tell that I was shifting a bit and acting nervously as the night came rolling more, Gadon whispered, "You sense it too?" I looked up to Gadon and tried to tell him that I did notice but all it came out of my mouth was, "Rooo?"

Gadon pondered a bit, rubbed his beard, and whispered, "I thought so, something is coming tonight on Samhain." he climbed down from the crib and watched the area carefully for any intruders around.

Samhain? What is that?

I feel like I should know this but I forgot what is for…

As the hours dropped down quickly, Gadon stayed by my crib's side as I watched the Dursley-alike Potters come into the room, It had me take a while until it had all sunk in and clicked. I have come to terms with what I'm experiencing, but I can't really treat it as the same story that I loved and grew up with.

They are different from the books that I have grown up with.

I watched with a bit of envy that Lily had just tucked Harry into bed as James watched them. He was so similar to James's reflection, except of course he had Lily's eyes, Bright emerald green.

"Goodnight Harry," James mumbled as he kissed him on the head.

"Da," Harry cooed.

"Oh, Harry!" Lily squealed ruffling Harry's hair up. "You're so cute!" Harry giggled at his mother, knowing that he could tell this was something special.

Yeah, right because of a big bad prophecy. I rolled my eyes as a baby can do.

"Oh come now Lily," James said putting an arm around her, "Let the boy sleep. We will see him in the morning."

"Oh all right, but can we bring him with us?" Lily said stubbornly, leaning down to pick Harry out of his crib. James sighed, he looked into Lily's pleading eyes and gave in to her whims.

They dreadfully treated Gadon and me like the Dursleys world treated Harry and also acted like we never existed in the room and they kissed him once more and left the room while Lily carried Harry.

If only my mother had lived, she'd love me like this…

Gadon leaned closer to the crib between us and whispered, "Your mother would be furious if she learned that you had been mistreated by them." He chuckled quietly and commented, "But other hand your other mother had to be pissed and wanted to hex them off." Really, my mother would? And what, did he say my other mother?!

I have two mothers?! What the heck? How?

I spaced out for a while by the shock that I have two mothers as the scary feeling that I felt hours ago had gotten worse now.

That is not a normal feeling, it's like a danger blaring and screaming at me to get the hell out of here.

I whimpered to Gadon and he immediately took action, he pulled me out of the crib and went to hide in the dark corner by the back door facing the cribs where no one would notice us.

"I feel it too young Mistress." He held me tight as the ominous feeling got stronger and stronger.

Everything was quiet, Gadon and I stood still not making any noise or taking a big breath.

Then we were startled by the loud crash and yelling.

"Lily, it's him! Take Harry and run! I love you so much, Lily!" James yelled out.

Arrogant says what? Nothing about Gadon and I?

"But James!" I hear Lily plead as her voice cracks, probably she is in tears streaming down her face.

"No! Go now, Lily! Take Harry and flee! Never forget me. I love you!" James shouted, thundering footsteps heading to the entrance to the house door.

Without comment, I can hear the auburn-haired woman's rushed footsteps scooping her toddler son out of the room before sprinting upstairs to Harry's room which we are in.

It looks like she didn't do the vain thing after all, Lily didn't look back, so I assumed that she didn't want James to see the tears coursing down her cheeks.

Then I heard the house door was blasted off, which caused the cottage house to rumble a little bit. I realized now this is where the Potters died except Harry had lived.

The intruder now known as Voldemort the Dark lord burst through the front door.

I can hear the Dark lord walking in slowly like he was bidding his time, "Stand aside Potter." he spat loudly.

"No," James said mustering all his strength.

"Fine then...As you wish," he said cruelly, "Avada Kedavra." With a yell, a flash of green light appeared from the tip of his wand. James hadn't gotten a chance to fight back because Voldemort was too quick.

Then a loud-sounding thud was heard in the house, and what we all knew was that James is dead.

Lily holding Harry her back close to the door, tears running down her cheeks, and mumbling words that she not even listening to, Harry is slightly crying beside her, clinging onto her shoulder.

Knowing that Lily's husband died. The tears flowed freely now. Lily sobbed harder and harder. Lily placed Harry into the crib and ominous footsteps were ascending upstairs, Lily got hold of herself and held onto Harry's railings, looking through at Harry, and said, "Mamma loves you, dadda loves you. Harry be safe, be strong."

Gadon and I were huddled up in the dark corner, trying not to be noticed as we watched Lily and Harry's moment.

Then the Dark lord, we can hear Voldemort waking as he stopped behind the door, then breaking down the door with a blast as Lily stood up in front of Harry's crib.

"Stand aside, mudblood." Voldemort spat at her with irritation, readying his wand up.

"No! Take me! Leave Harry alone!" Lily screamed at him, defending crying Harry from the dark lord.

"Last chance, Stand aside mudblood." The dark lord demanded.

"No. Take me! Leave Harry alone!" Lily cried as she made her last stand.

The Dark lord yelled, "Avada Kedavra." whipping his wand at her with no hesitation at all.

Her eyes widen, as voices are raised, green light flashes before her eyes, and this lifetime mother, flops to the ground like a puppet without its strings. Harry isn't crying, he just stares in shock, fresh tears like her are running down his cheeks.

Gadon and I held our breath as we witnessed the heinous murder that Voldemort committed and watched him stare at Lily's fallen body, not caring about it at all.

He stepped closer to Harry's crib, not noticing my crib at all because it was destroyed by the door blast, and letting his wand lower slightly. The boy began to cry, making him frown. It seemed like he hated that sound, and he slowly rose his wand at Harry.

Voldemort inhaled, aimed his wand at the child's face fully, and said, "Avada Kedavra."

Gadon and I watched as the same green color that killed my mother, blasted from the wand at Harry but it bounced off him, the green flew toward the dark lord. The energy leeched from his body with breathtaking speed as he was ripped apart from the inside out. He staggered away from the crib, I think Voldemort had just enough time to realize he was dying before he was vaporized in dark mist to nothing.

The Dark lord had been vanquished, but not truly dead, just a wraith now.

Gadon and I breathed in relief, as the danger passed. Then as the minutes passed, we froze as we heard another intruder quietly stepping up the stairs, passing James's dead body.

Gadon reading to defend me if going to attack me, when an intruder walked in, but I recognized it was him.

A younger version is almost similar to Alan Rickman but mostly more noticeable is Keanu Reeves looking with a stubble beard as Severus Snape. He stopped himself, seeing Lily's dead body. He lost control of himself, tripping over to the door frame and slowly sliding down to the ground.

Then for a moment, he took hold of himself, he crept closer to Lily and held her up to hug her close like he truly loved her even though it was one-sided love, while he mourned as Harry watched afar, not understanding what was going on.

Gadon and I are still hidden in the corner, watching everything at the sad moment until It was not that long before he had to force himself to look away from Lily and apparate, leaving her side like he wasn't here at all.

Gadon seemed to be relieved and looked around for any more danger, he looked at me and whispered, "Okay now the danger has passed, what to do next?" He wondered, most likely perplexed.

You might wonder why Gadon and I don't seem to be shaken up by this, I think Gadon had seen a lot of death before, and me? Well, before I reincarnated, I had some stray animals, movies, gaming, and actual gangs, witnessed a murder, oh also I'm the youngest military ROTC student to be sent out on a temporary civil war. So, yeah I've seen a lot of stuff…

Due to my strange luck, I have no PSTD or anything at all which is a miracle!

And that fact the Potters family are not nice to me and Gadon, so Karma's on them for mistreating us.

Wow, I have such dark humor…

I have to guess that my family in this world might be all dead since no one came to get me back and that the bad guy who killed my mother might be coming after me if they found out about my last name or the fact that I'm left alive but as a baby with a lone House-Elf as a defender…

At least I need more time to grow stronger and take back my name.

But how? I need time to grow stronger at the right moment to take back my name.

Gadon is right, what to do next then? I looked at the slightly bleeding Harry in the crib. I stared at him for a moment and suddenly I had a strange, terrible, wonderful idea, and not sure if Gadon would agree.

I turned my tiny head to the House Elf, who was looking a bit panicky about what to do next.

I grab Gadon's attention, "Gaga!" Gadon looked at me with full attention, I pitifully pointed at Harry. Gadon followed my direction when I pointed to Harry again, he seemed to be confused.

"What are you trying to tell me, young Mistress?" Gadon asked. I struggled to explain what a baby can do, wasn't working because all I could do is babble like a baby.

So, I saw Gadon's ear tattoo, I changed plans to immediately point to his ear and pointed to Harry. The House Elf flickers his tattooed ear and looks at Harry and me back and forth slowly to figure out what I'm trying to say.

"Okay, to clarify, you pointed at the tattoo with your last name, right?" Gadon asked me as he held me up, I nodded in reply and pointed at Harry.

Gadon tilted his head, trying to ponder, "Harry—" I interrupted him by shaking my head no, "not Harry, what?" The poor House Elf trying to figure out as best he could.

"So, not Harry Potter—" Gadon tried to say but I cut him off, "Baa!" I pointed at his tattoo and Harry. He pondered some more until he thought outlaid to me, "Pendragon, Potter, Pendragon, Potter, Pendra—wait since Pendragon is in danger, young Mistress must be protected, but how?"

He peered at Harry for a moment, "There's one tactic that the Pendragons always won by tricking the enemies…" He slowly looked away from Harry to at me as he continued, "…by pretending to be someone else…" Gadon trailed off as he looked at me, with amazement that I thought of one that was based on my family's tactics, "..so that they can grow stronger without them realizing!"

I didn't know that was one of my Family's tactics.

I yelped in glee that Gadon figured out quickly, to which Gadon was a bit startled and responded, "Oh, young Mistress is that what are you trying to tell me?" I nodded in the answer as vigor as I could.

Gadon observed the area for any unknowns and moved away from the dark corner where we were safe from being killed by the mad dark lord. The House Elf gently put me into Harry's crib since my crib had been destroyed by the Voldie's blast.

Then loud sudden footsteps entered the house, startled Gadon and I. Was it another intruder?

Gadon headed down from the crib and focused on the door, readying himself to defend me from anything, and also Harry is still whimpering.

"Lily? James? NO!" The booming voice yelled and Gadon and I were relieved that it was not an intruder but a voice that we both recognized as the womanizer, Sirius Black ran through the house to the staircase, where I guess James lay.

"No. No. They can't be dead. No," Sob started spilling out of Sirius's eyes. "James," he said his voice growing thick, continuing to walk upstairs to head into the hallway that was leading to Harry's room.

Gadon quickly turns to look at me, to ensure that I'm okay and safe even though he really hates Sirius so much. He reluctantly rushed himself to the dark corner where we were to observe afar what had happened.

We watched as Sirius walked into the room, loud sobbing as he saw the body of Lily by Harry's crib, The womanizer stepped in slowly to see Harry and I. But I can tell he is focused on crying Harry more than me which I can see the seething from Gadon since he is impossible to see.

Harry cried out for his Godfather, with the scar quite a bit of bleeding from his forehead.

He leans down to pick up Harry and cradles him. "Shh...Harry, it's alright I'll take care of you."

Harry was finally calmed down to be silent for now. Sirius tickled him and Harry giggled.

"Oh, you look like James so much. Except for your eyes, you have Lily's eyes. Lily is your mum. And James is your dad." Sirius commented to Harry, seeing his features more since his brother but blood is killed.

"Paa" Harry cooed.

"Oh, this is not fair," Sirius said, trying to not cry again.

Fed up from the lack of attention, I struggled to reach up to the top of the railings of Harry's crib, making whining noises which I'm not proud of. Sirius finally noticed me, looking perplexed.

It was quiet for a moment…

"Oh, I forgot about you…" The womanizer said hoarsely.

I was a bit peeved at the comment.

He was a bit reluctant to pick me up from the crib, awkwardly which is understandable that he didn't know me that well.

The womanizer softy cried as he carried us out of the room, heading down the stairs, passing James's body. Leading out to the destroyed living room like there's a war went off here, Sirius walked out the blasted-out entrance of the door.

I was a bit nervous about what would happen next but I was calm enough that I could feel Gadon trailing me through magic without being seen.

Then all of a sudden a giant of a man was heading our way like he was in a rush. His face was almost completely hidden by a long, shaggy mane of hair and a wild, tangled beard, but you could make out his eyes, glinting like black beetles under all the hair. Also, he wore an exceptionally large moleskin overcoat with several pockets that held many things.

"Hagrid.." Sirius said, recognizing him.

The giant's eyebrows furrowed as his lips turned down and he asked, "Lily? James?" All Sirius could say was to cry softly, shaking his head that what Hagrid knew was that they were dead which he cried along with.

Hagrid wailed out loud at the sudden loss but managed himself enough to say, "Dumbledore wanted me ter rescue Arry an' be taken ter 'im as quickly as possible."

Sirius unwillingly obliged, crying still. And Hagrid comforted him as he could since they were both crying.

"They're dead. I'm going to kill Peter." The womanizer said icily.

Hagrid comforted him as he noticed me, "I didn' know they have another child." The giant asked. Sirius struggled and said, "Me neither, I suppose they kept her a secret or something while hiding."

So that is Hagrid, he seems nice but quite naive but it's nice to know that Dumbledore is manipulating everyone like a chess this early. It seems it's the world that I know but with small differences which is better.

Reluctantly, Sirius handed the two children into the gentle arms of a massive hairy man and insisted that he take his motorbike which explains how the womanizer himself got here. Hagrid agreed and after one more kiss and hug to Harry from Sirius, ignored me as he left.

Rude. Well, at least I have Gadon.

Then Hagrid carried us towards the motorbike and, being the giant himself tried to be as gentle as possible to put both of us wrapped in blankets with a gentle softness that seemed out of place in someone his size. He put us in some sort of a pouch that was big enough to fit both of us, he looked at us with sadness.

The giant pulled his goggles out to put them on, started the bike, and then started driving away from the home down a short dirt road, slowly ascending and floating in the air. He drove out like a plane to the air heading somewhere.

I was having trouble getting a hold of myself as I struggled to find some sort of familiarity with my surroundings. But to no avail, I know that my mother is dead and Gadon is nowhere in sight and hopefully manages to follow me.

The feeling of the air, the clouds and the moon shining over the night was so calming that I wanted burst to fly but alas I'm just a baby, and the fact that Harry fell asleep quickly while I was really awake, enjoying the sky view until I managed to sleep.

Everything went dark.

At a different time, started on number four, Privet Drive where Mr. and Mrs.Dursley lived, and were proud to say that they were perfectly normal, thank you very much. They were the last people you'd expect to be involved in anything strange or mysterious because they just didn't hold with such nonsense.

Mr.Dursley was the director of a firm called Grunnings, which made drills. He was a big, beefy man with hardly any neck, although he did have a very large mustache. Mrs.Dursley was thin and blonde and had nearly twice the usual amount of neck, which came in very useful as she spent so much of her time craning over garden fences, spying on the neighbors.

The Dursleys had a small son called Dudley and in their opinion, there was no finer boy anywhere.

The Dursleys had everything they wanted, but they also had a secret, and their greatest fear was that somebody would discover it. They didn't think they could bear it if anyone found out about the Potters. Mrs.Potter was Mrs.Dursley's sister, but they hadn't met for several years; in fact, Mrs.Dursley pretended she didn't have a sister, because her sister and her good-for-nothing husband were as unDursleyish as it was possible to be.

The Dursleys shuddered to think what the neighbors would say if the Potters arrived in the street. The Dursleys knew that the Potters had a small son, too, but they had never even seen him. This boy was another good reason for keeping the Potters away; they didn't want Dudley mixing with a child like that.

When Mr. and Mrs.Dursley woke up on the dull, gray Tuesday our story starts, there was nothing about the cloudy sky outside to suggest that strange and mysterious things would soon be happening all over the country. Mr.Dursley hummed as he picked out his most boring tie for work, and Mrs.Dursley gossiped away happily as she wrestled a screaming Dudley into his high chair.

None of them noticed a large, tawny owl flutter past the window.
At half past eight, Mr.Dursley picked up his briefcase, pecked Mrs.Dursley on the cheek, and tried to kiss Dudley goodbye but missed, because Dudley was now having a tantrum and throwing his cereal at the walls.


"Little tyke," chortled Mr.Dursley as he left the house. He got into his car and backed out of number four's drive.
It was on the corner of the street that he noticed the first sign of something peculiar, a cat reading a map.

For a second, Mr.Dursley didn't realize what he had seen then jerked his head around quickly to look again. There was a tabby cat standing on the corner of Privet Drive, but there wasn't a map in sight. What could he have been thinking of?

It must have been a trick of the light.

Mr.Dursley blinked and stared at the cat. It stared back. As Mr.Dursley drove around the corner and up the road, he watched the cat in his mirror. It was now reading the sign that said Privet Drive—no, looking at the sign; cats couldn't read maps or signs.

Mr.Dursley gave himself a little shake and put the cat out of his mind. As he drove toward town he thought of nothing except a large order of drills he was hoping to get that day. But on the edge of town, drills were driven out of his mind by something else. As he sat in the usual morning traffic jam, he couldn't help noticing that there seemed to be a lot of strangely dressed people about. People in cloaks. Mr.Dursley couldn't bear people who dressed in funny clothes, the getups you saw on young people! He supposed this was some stupid new fashion.

He drummed his fingers on the steering wheel and his eyes fell on a huddle of these weirdos standing quite close by. They were whispering excitedly together. Mr.Dursley was enraged to see that a couple of them weren't young at all; why, that man had to be older than he was, and wearing an emerald-green cloak! The nerve of him! But then it struck Mr.Dursley that this was probably some silly stunt.

These people were obviously collecting for something...yes, that would be it. The traffic moved on and a few minutes later, Mr. Dursley arrived in the Grunnings parking lot, his mind back on drills.

Mr.Dursley always sat with his back to the window in his office on the ninth floor. If he hadn't, he might have found it harder to concentrate on drills that morning. He didn't see the owls swooping past in broad daylight, though people down in the street did; they pointed and gazed open-mouthed as owl after owl sped overhead. Most of them had never seen an owl even at nighttime. Mr.Dursley, however, had a perfectly normal, owl-free morning.

He yelled at five different people.

He made several important telephone calls and shouted a bit more. He was in a very good mood until lunchtime, when he thought he'd stretch his legs and walk across the road to buy himself a bun from the bakery.

He'd forgotten all about the people in cloaks until he passed a group of them next to the baker's. He eyed them angrily as he passed. He didn't know why, but they made him uneasy. This bunch was whispering excitedly, too, and he couldn't see a single collecting tin. It was on his way back past them, clutching a large doughnut in a bag, that he caught a few words of what they were saying.

"— The Pendragons were destroyed! The Dragons went chaotic —"

"— It's sad about the Pendragons but what about the Potters —"

"— The Potters, that's right, that's what I heard —"

" — yes, their son, Harry —"

Mr.Dursley stopped dead. Fear flooded him. He looked back at the whisperers as if he wanted to say something to them, but thought better of it.
He dashed back across the road, hurried up to his office, snapped at his secretary not to disturb him, seized his telephone, and had almost finished dialing his home number when he changed his mind. He put the receiver back down and stroked his mustache, thinking...no, he was being stupid. Potter wasn't such an unusual name. He was sure there were lots of people called Potter who had a son called Harry.

Come to think of it, he wasn't even sure his nephew was called Harry. He'd never even seen the boy. It might have been Harvey. Or Harold. There was no point in worrying Mrs.Dursley; she always got so upset at any mention of her sister. He didn't blame her if he'd had a sister like that...

But all the same, those people in cloaks…

He found it a lot harder to concentrate on drills that afternoon and when he left the building at five o'clock, he was still so worried that he walked straight into someone just outside the door.

"Sorry," he grunted, as the tiny old man stumbled and almost fell. It was a few seconds before Mr.Dursley realized that the man was wearing a violet cloak. He didn't seem at all upset at being almost knocked to the ground. On the contrary, his face split into a wide smile and he said in a squeaky voice that made passersby stare, "Don't be sorry, my dear sir, for nothing could upset me today! Rejoice, for You-Know-Who has gone at last! Even Muggles like yourself should be celebrating, this happy, happy day!"

And the old man hugged Mr. Dursley around the middle and walked off. Mr.Dursley stood rooted to the spot. He had been hugged by a complete stranger. He also thought he had been called a Muggle, whatever that was. He was rattled. He hurried to his car and set off for home, hoping he was imagining things, which he had never hoped before, because he didn't approve of imagination.

As he pulled into the driveway of number four, the first thing he saw and it didn't improve his mood was the tabby cat he'd spotted that morning. It was now sitting on his garden wall. He was sure it was the same one; it had the same markings around its eyes.

"Shoo!" said Mr.Dursley loudly.

The cat didn't move. It just gave him a stern look. Was this normal cat behavior? Mr.Dursley wondered. Trying to pull himself together, he let himself into the house. He was still determined not to mention anything to his wife.

Mrs.Dursley had had a nice, normal day. She told him over dinner all about Mrs.Nextdoor's problems with her daughter and how Dudley had learned a new word, "Won't!". Mr.Dursley tried to act normally.

When Dudley had been put to bed, he went into the living room in time to catch the last report on the evening news:

"And finally, bird-watchers everywhere have reported that the nation's owls have been behaving very unusually today. Although owls normally hunt at night and are hardly ever seen in daylight, there have been hundreds of sightings of these birds flying in every direction since sunrise. Experts are unable to explain why the owls have suddenly changed their sleeping pattern." The newscaster allowed himself a grin, "Most mysterious. And now, over to Jim McGuffin with the weather. Going to be any more showers of owls tonight, Jim?"

"Well, Ted," said the weatherman, "I don't know about that, but it's not only the owls that have been acting oddly today. Viewers as far apart as Kent, Yorkshire, and Dundee have been phoning in to tell me that instead of the rain I promised yesterday, they've had a downpour of shooting stars! Perhaps people have been celebrating Bonfire Night early, it's not until next week, folks! But I can promise a wet night tonight."

Mr.Dursley sat frozen in his armchair. Shooting stars all over Britain? Owls flying by daylight? Mysterious people in cloaks all over the place? And a whisper, a whisper about the Pendragons or Potters…

Mrs.Dursley came into the living room carrying two cups of tea. It was no good. He'd have to say something to her. He cleared his throat nervously. "Er—Petunia, dear—you haven't heard from your sister lately, have you?" As he had expected, Mrs.Dursley looked shocked and angry. After all, they normally pretended she didn't have a sister.

"No," she said sharply. "Why?"


"Funny stuff on the news," Mr.Dursley mumbled. "Owls…shooting stars...and there were a lot of funny-looking people in town today...."

"So?" snapped Mrs. Dursley.

"Well, I just thought...maybe...it was something to do with...you know...her crowd." Mrs. Dursley sipped her tea through pursed lips. Mr. Dursley wondered whether he dared tell her he'd heard the name, Potter. He decided he didn't dare. Instead, he said, as casually as he could, "Their son, he'd be about Dudley's age now, wouldn't he?"

"I suppose so," said Mrs.Dursley stiffly. "What's his name again? Howard, isn't it?"

"Harry. Nasty, common name, if you ask me." Mrs.Dursley responded.

"Oh, yes," said Mr.Dursley, his heart sinking horribly. "Yes, I quite agree."
He didn't say another word on the subject as they went upstairs to bed. While Mrs.Dursley was in the bathroom, Mr.Dursley crept to the bedroom window and peered down into the front garden. The cat was still there. It was staring down Privet Drive as though it were waiting for something. Was he imagining things? Could all this have anything to do with the Potters? If it did...if it got out that they were related to a pair of, well, he didn't think he could bear it.

The Dursleys got into bed. Mrs.Dursley fell asleep quickly but Mr.Dursley lay awake, turning it all over in his mind. His last, comforting thought before he fell asleep was that even if the Potters were involved, there was no reason for them to come near him and Mrs.Dursley. The Potters knew very well what he and Petunia thought about them and their kind…He couldn't see how he and Petunia could get mixed up in anything that might be going on. He yawned and turned over, it couldn't affect them…

How very wrong he was.

Mr.Dursley might have been drifting into an uneasy sleep, but the cat on the wall outside was showing no sign of sleepiness. It was sitting as still as a statue, its eyes fixed unblinkingly on the far corner of Privet Drive. It didn't so much as quiver when a car door slammed on the next street, nor when two owls swooped overhead. In fact, it was nearly midnight before the cat moved at all.

An elderly man appeared on the corner the cat had been watching, appeared so suddenly and silently you'd have thought he'd just popped out of the ground. The cat's tail twitched and its eyes narrowed.

Nothing like this man had ever been seen on Privet Drive. He was tall, thin, and very old, judging by the silver of his hair and beard, which were both long enough to tuck into his belt. He was wearing long robes, a purple cloak that swept the ground, and high-heeled, buckled boots. His blue eyes were light, bright, and sparkling behind half-moon spectacles and his nose was very long and crooked, as though it had been broken at least twice.

This man's name was Albus Dumbledore.

Albus Dumbledore didn't seem to realize that he had just arrived in a street where everything from his name to his boots was unwelcome. He was busy rummaging in his cloak, looking for something. But he did seem to realize he was being watched because he looked up suddenly at the cat, which was still staring at him from the other end of the street. For some reason, the sight of the cat seemed to amuse him. He chuckled and muttered, "I should have known."

He found what he was looking for in his inside pocket. It seemed to be a silver cigarette lighter. He flicked it open, held it up in the air, and clicked it. The nearest street lamp went out with a little pop. He clicked it again — the next lamp flickered into darkness. Twelve times he clicked the Put-Outer, until the only lights left on the whole street were two tiny pinpricks in the distance, which were the eyes of the cat watching him.

If anyone looked out of their window now, even beady-eyed Mrs.Dursley, they wouldn't be able to see anything that was happening down on the pavement. Dumbledore slipped the Put-Outer back inside his cloak and set off down the street toward number four, where he sat down on the wall next to the cat. He didn't look at it, but after a moment he spoke to it.

"Fancy seeing you here, Professor McGonagall." The elderly man said.

He turned to smile at the tabby, but it had gone. Instead, he was smiling at a rather severe-looking woman who was wearing square glasses exactly the shape of the markings the cat had around its eyes. She, too, was wearing a cloak, an emerald one. Her black hair was drawn into a tight bun. She looked distinctly ruffled.

"How did you know it was me?" she asked.
"My dear Professor, I've never seen a cat sit so stiffly." Dumbledore replied.

"You'd be stiff if you'd been sitting on a brick wall all day," said Professor McGonagall.

"All day? When you could have been celebrating? I must have passed a dozen feasts and parties on my way here." The elder man questioned.

Professor McGonagall sniffed angrily.

"Oh yes, I'm celebrating, all right," she said impatiently. "You'd think they'd be a bit more careful, but no —even the Muggles have noticed something's going on. It was on their news." She jerked her head back at the Dursleys' dark living room window, "I heard it. Flocks of owls...shooting stars...Well, they're not completely stupid. They were bound to notice something. Shooting Stars Down in Kent—I'll bet that was Dedalus Diggle. He never had much sense."

"You can't blame them," said Dumbledore gently. "We've had precious little to celebrate for eleven years."

"I know that," said Professor McGonagall irritably. "But that's no reason to lose our heads. People are being downright careless, out on the streets in broad daylight, not even dressed in Muggle clothes, swapping rumors."

She threw a sharp, sideways glance at Dumbledore here, as though hoping he was going to tell her something, but he didn't, so she went on. "A fine thing it would be if, on the very day You-Know-Who seems to have disappeared at last, the Muggles found out about us all. I suppose he really has gone, Dumbledore?"

"It certainly seems so," said Dumbledore. "We have much to be thankful for. Would you care for a lemon drop?"

"A what?" Professor McGonagall asked, confusion shown in her expression.

"A lemon drop. They're a kind of Muggle sweet I'm rather fond of." Dumbledore said as he popped one of them in his mouth.

"No, thank you," said Professor McGonagall coldly, as though she didn't think this was the moment for lemon drops, "As I say, even if You-Know-Who has gone—"

"My dear Professor, surely a sensible person like yourself can call him by his name? All this 'You-Know-Who' nonsense — for eleven years I have been trying to persuade people to call him by his proper name: Voldemort. Professor McGonagall flinched, but Dumbledore, who was unsticking two lemon drops, seemed not to notice, "It all gets so confusing if we keep saying 'You-Know-Who.' I have never seen any reason to be frightened of saying Voldemort's name."

"I know you haven't," said Professor McGonagall, sounding half exasperated, half admiring. "But you're different. Everyone knows you're the only one You-Know-oh, all right, Voldemort, was frightened of."

"You flatter me," said Dumbledore calmly, "Voldemort had powers I will never have."

"Only because you're too—well, noble to use them." Professor McGonagall said.

"It's lucky it's dark. I haven't blushed so much since Madam Pomfrey told me she liked my new earmuffs." Dumbledore said.

Professor McGonagall shot a sharp look at Dumbledore and said "The owls are nothing next to the rumors that are flying around. You know what they're saying? About the Pendragons that have fallen? why did he disappear? About what finally stopped him?"

It seemed that Professor McGonagall had reached the point she was most anxious to discuss, the real reason she had been waiting on a cold, hard wall all day, for neither as a cat nor as a woman had she fixed Dumbledore with such a piercing stare as she did now. It was plain that whatever everyone was saying, she was not going to believe it until Dumbledore told her it was true. Dumbledore, however, was choosing another lemon drop and did not answer.

"What they're saying," she pressed on, "is that the Pendragons were all massacred three months ago, and then now last night Voldemort turned up in Godric's Hollow. He went to find the Potters. The rumor is that Lily and James Potter are—are—that they're—dead."

Dumbledore bowed his head. Professor McGonagall gasped, "Lily and James...I can't believe it...I didn't want to believe it...Oh, Albus..."


Dumbledore reached out and patted her on the shoulder. "I know...I know..." he said heavily.

Professor McGonagall's voice trembled as she went on. "That's not all. They're saying he tried to kill the Potter's son, Harry. But he couldn't. He couldn't kill that little boy. No one knows why, or how, but they're saying that when he couldn't kill Harry Potter, Voldemort's power somehow broke and that's why he's gone."

Dumbledore nodded glumly.

"It's—it's true?" faltered Professor McGonagall, "After all he's done...all the people he's killed...he couldn't kill a little boy? It's just astounding...of all the things to stop him...but how in the name of heaven did Harry survive?"

"We can only guess," said Dumbledore, "We may never know." Professor McGonagall pulled out a lace handkerchief and dabbed at her eyes beneath her spectacles. Dumbledore gave a great sniff as he took a golden watch from his pocket and examined it.

It was a very odd watch. It had twelve hands but no numbers; instead, little planets were moving around the edge. It must have made sense to Dumbledore, though, because he put it back in his pocket and said "Hagrid's late. I suppose it was he who told you I'd be here, by the way?"


"Yes," said Professor McGonagall. "And I don't suppose you're going to tell me why you're here, of all places?"

"I've come to bring Harry to his aunt and uncle. They're the only family he has left now." Albus answered.


"You don't mean—you can't mean the people who live here?" cried Professor McGonagall jumped to her feet and pointed at number four.

"Dumbledore—you can't. I've been watching them all day. You couldn't find two people who are less like us. And they've got this son—I saw him kicking his mother all the way up the street, screaming for sweets. Harry Potter come and live here!"

"It's the best place for him," said Dumbledore firmly. "His aunt and uncle will be able to explain everything to him when he's older. I've written them a letter."

"A letter?" repeated Professor McGonagall faintly, sitting back down on the wall. "Really, Dumbledore, you think you can explain all this in a letter? These people will never understand him! He'll be famous—a legend. I wouldn't be surprised if today was known as Harry Potter Day in the future or if there were books written about Harry that every child in our world would know his name!"

"Exactly," said Dumbledore, looking very seriously over the top of his half-moon glasses. "It would be enough to turn any boy's head. Famous before he can walk and talk! Famous for something he won't even remember! Can you see how much better off he'll be, growing up away from all that until he's ready to take it?"

Professor McGonagall opened her mouth, changed her mind, swallowed, and then said, "Yes—yes, you're right, of course. But how is the boy getting here, Dumbledore?" She eyed his cloak suddenly as though she thought he might be hiding Harry underneath it.

"Hagrid's bringing him," Dumbledore responded.


"You think it's wise to trust Hagrid with something as important as this?" Professor McGonagall asked, shocked.


"I would trust Hagrid with my life," said Dumbledore.

"I'm not saying his heart isn't in the right place," said Professor McGonagall grudgingly, "but you can't pretend he's not careless. He does tend to—what was that?"

A low rumbling sound had broken the silence around them. It grew steadily louder as they looked up and down the street for some sign of a headlight; it swelled to a roar as they both looked up at the sky and a huge motorcycle fell out of the air and landed on the road in front of them, the giant slowly stopped in front of them, pulled his goggles off.

I felt the rumbles to stop, which suddenly woke me up from my deep slumber, seeing Hagrid stopping in the middle of the road in front of two people that I recognized, slightly bit younger Maggie Smith's Minerva McGonagall and a mix of Richard Harris and more notice features of Michael Gambon's Albus Dumbledore.

I looked at them in amazement that they were real and in person, but I knew that Dumbledore was manipulating Bastard and that I had to watch out for him, due to his Legilimency.

"Hagrid," said Dumbledore, sounding relieved, too relieved that I would be considered to be wary of him, "At last. And where did you get that motorcycle?"

"Borrowed it, Professor Dumbledore, sir," said the giant, climbing carefully off the motorcycle as he spoke. "Young Sirius Black lent it to me. I've got them, sir."

"No problems, were there?" Dumbledore asked.

"Im afraid not there, sir—the Livin quater was almost destroyed, but ey got them out all right before the muggles started swarmin' around. They fell asleep as we was flyin' over bristol." Hagrid responded.

Professor McGonagall noticed Hagrid's wording, "Did you say they as in plural?" she asked the giant.

Hagrid said, "Oh yeh, turns out they have another child without us knowin." Gesturing to the bundle in his pouch, where we, the babies were held in.

Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall bent forward over the bundle of blankets. Inside, just visible, was me the baby girl, who just woke up. I can see the professor's glasses reflecting to me, showing that I have a full of ombre black-blonde hair, and brown eyes. And next to me, is a baby boy, fast asleep. Under a tuft of jet-black hair over his forehead, they could see a curiously shaped cut, like a bolt of lightning.

"How in the world did they keep this a secret?" whispered Professor McGonagall, staring at me with surprise.

Dumbledore seemed to have no clue to answer but all he could say was, "I didn't know they had another one…"

Professor McGonagall looked at sleeping Harry beside me, as Dumbledore was pondering on how I came to be.

"Is that where—?" whispered Professor McGonagall asked, looking at Harry's wound. "Yes," said Dumbledore. "He'll have that scar forever." "Couldn't you do something about it, Dumbledore?"

"Even if I could, I wouldn't. Scars can come in handy. I have one myself above my left knee that is a perfect map of the London Underground. Well, give them here, Hagrid—we'd better get this over with."

Dumbledore took Harry and I in his arms and turned toward the Dursleys' house. "Could ey—could ey say goodbye to him, sir?" asked Hagrid. He bent his great, shaggy head over Harry and gave him what must have been a very scratchy, whiskery kiss.

What am I chopped liver? I get no kiss?!

Then, suddenly, Hagrid let out a howl like a wounded dog.

"Shhh!" hissed Professor McGonagall, "You'll wake the Muggles!"

"S-s-sorry," sobbed Hagrid, taking out a large, spotted handkerchief and burying his face in it. "But ey c-c-can't stand it—Lily an' James dead—an' poor little Harry and girl off ter live with muggles—"


"Yes, yes, it's all very sad, but get a grip on yourself, Hagrid, or we'll be found," Professor McGonagall whispered, patting Hagrid gingerly on the arm as Dumbledore stepped over the low garden wall and walked to the front door.

He laid Harry and I gently on the doorstep, took a letter out of his cloak, tucked it inside Harry's blankets, and then came back to the other two. For a full minute, the three of them stood and looked at the little bundles; Hagrid's shoulders shook, Professor McGonagall blinked furiously, and the twinkling light that usually shone from Dumbledore's eyes seemed to have gone out.

"Well," said Dumbledore finally, "that's that. We've no business staying here. We may as well go and join the celebrations."

"Yeah," said Hagrid in a very muffled voice, "I'll be takin' Sirius, his bike back. G'night, perfessor McGonagall—perfessor Dumbledore, sir."

Wiping his streaming eyes on his jacket sleeve, Hagrid swung himself onto the motorcycle and kicked the engine into life; with a roar, it rose into the air and off into the night.

"I shall see you soon, I expect, Professor McGonagall," said Dumbledore, nodding to her. Professor McGonagall blew her nose in reply.

Dumbledore turned and walked back down the street. On the corner, he stopped and took out the silver Put-Outer. He clicked it once, and twelve balls of light sped back to their street lamps so that Privet Drive glowed suddenly orange and he could make out a tabby cat slinking around the corner at the other end of the street. He could just see the bundle of blankets on the step of number four.

"Good luck, Harry, and good luck little girl..." he murmured. He turned on his heel and with a swish of his cloak, he was gone. A breeze ruffled the neat hedges of Privet Drive, which lay silent and tidy under the inky sky, the very last place you would expect astonishing things to happen.

Well the beginning that I know really well has not changed at all, then I felt the strong aura of magical tapping near the bushes, there was Gadon watching me like a hawk.

As for Harry Potter, I looked over, he rolled over inside his blankets without waking up. One small hand closed on the letter beside him and he slept on, not knowing he was special, not knowing he was famous.

I wondered what would happen to the story that I'm crashing in?

It had been a few hours time that had passed then I noticed the door slowing opening, as the iconic horse-faced lady peaking out and looked down at us for a moment, her eyes widened open followed by Mrs.Dursley's scream as she opened the front door to put out the milk bottles, nor knowing that we would spend the next few weeks being prodded and pinched by his cousin Dudley…

Harry couldn't know that at this very moment, all the magical people meeting in secret all over the country were holding up their glasses and saying in hushed voices:

"To Harry Potter—The boy who lived!"

"To Pendragons—who shall not be forgotten!"

So, the question is should I let Harry deal with Voldemort himself and I just be in the background busy reforming the magic world to be less muggle?

What should I do?