Prologue

A man appeared on the corner the cat had been watching, appeared so suddenly and silently it would've seem that he'd just popped out of the ground. The cat's tail twitched, and its eyes narrowed.

Nothing like the 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.

Dumbledore materialized 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."

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 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."

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

"I was investigating the scene where James and Lily died. James and Lily seemed to have delved into forbidden magic and invoked a magic ritual that was designed to kill."

"What?" McGonagall said in disbelief. "I don't remember James or Lily being the sort to resort to forbidden magic."

"I believe there is a saying, 'desperate times calls for desperate measures.' Many brave wizards and witches had tried to use conventional magic but to no avail. Hence, I believe James and Lily resorted to forbidden magic in ending the threat that has loomed over us all for eleven years."

"So what they were saying wasn't true? That Harry being the one that killed if You-Know-Who?"

"Harry Potter is the sole survivor of the attack by Voldemort that resulted in his disappearance. Wizards and Witches of United Kingdom simply decided that needed someone to be the hero and young Harry was the only one that they had. A living hero is better symbol then a died one. A living symbol to represent that Voldemort had finally been defeated." Dumbledore explained. "James and Lily made the ultimate sacrifice to take down Voldemort but I feel saddened that no one acknowledges their part in taking down Voldemort."

"James… Lily… They had to die so young…" McGonagall faltered as she began to sob. "After all You-Know-Who'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 what really happened, but the remnants of the magic ritual seemed to suggest that James and Lily had died trying to kill Voldemort, and it seems they succeeded from his disappearance."

Professor McGonagall pulled out a lace handkerchief and dabbed at her eyes beneath her spectacles.

"What do you think of the Dursleys?" Dumbledore inquired.

"Harry cannot live here. The people who live here are not suitable parents?" Professor McGonagall cried, jumping to her feet and pointing 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. Harry deserves to be raised by his closest relatives." 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 - there will be books written about Harry - every child in our world will 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? All those celebrity children that have a troubled childhood or grow up to be troubled individuals are proof of why Harry needs to be kept away from our world as long as possible."

"Yes… on those grounds it seems reasonable to keep Harry away from our world, but can you not choose another family for him? They are not the greatest of parents that I have seen and from what I remember about the past, they wanted absolutely nothing to do with our world to the point they hated anything that was related to magic. I know several Muggleborns wizard and witches that would be happy to take Harry in if I asked. Anything but Vernon and Petunia Dursley."

Dumbledore began to rub his long beard as he thought about Professor McGonagall had said to him and he was now having second thoughts.

"You may be right, McGonagall." Dumbledore grudgingly acknowledged. "I agree that Vernon and Petunia must change from their current state if they are to be suitable parents to take in and care for Harry. What do you suggest?"

"I suggest that we use both Stick and Carrot. The stick being social services. They would threaten to withdraw Dudley from their care if they were to know what kind of atrocious parents that Dudley's parents are. That should make them change, and with the carrot such as momentary incentives. Together, the stick and carrot should be more then enough for Vernon and Petunia to change. If the parenting issue is resolved then I see no reason for Harry to not be placed in the Dursleys' care"

"Yes… Yes. That seems like a good idea." Dumbledore agreed as he knew that McGongall had used a similar methodology as the one she had suggested that had worked countless times with the troubled students she had taught over the years. "We must be off to make the necessary arrangements then for Harry's future guardians to change before we leave him in the Dursleys' care."

"I would be honored, Dumbledore."

Then Dumbledore and McGonagall disappeared with a flicker.

What Dumbledore didn't know was that on the fateful night that Voldemort had disappeared thanks to a magic ritual, another side effect from the magic ritual had taken place. It had awoken the soul that had reincarnated in Harry Potter, a soul once known as Shirou Emiya. And he would come to change the magical world from its core.

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