Disclaimer: This is J.K.'s Sandbox, I just brought my toys and yummy, yummy glue paste.

AN: Welcome, welcome, one and all. This is my second story, I've been mulling over different stories to write, and thanks to the poll I finally hunkered down on this one. Now, I warn everyone now who reads this. There will be cliche's in here, some OC's, some very... very either wrong or different things when it comes to say politics, or business and the like. I hope it's still enjoyable, however. Anyway, on with the show.

Prologue

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," he murmured. He turned on his heel and with a swish of his cloak, he was gone. (Borrowed from Harry Potter and the Sorcerers Stone by J.K. Rowling)

The night was silent after that small, completely unnoticed event. The night lingering on with soft wind and crickets lightly making a fuss in the ending of the summer months. As the first lights of dawn crept up on the neighborhood, the silence was broken at first by the chirping birds, and then by the quick, rhythmic sound of heels upon the paved street. The woman walking was not in a hurry, but she was not keen on being late wherever it was she was going, thus the measured pace.

Anyone seeing her would immediately see a woman not to be trifled with. In a smart, tailored business suit the red haired woman walked with purpose down the street of Privet Drive. Hair done up in a bun with glasses perched on her nose and a bag slung around her shoulder. She was fiddling on some sort of hand held device, eyeing her path every now and then and then returning her eyes to the device once more. She was walking past one of the many similar, boring houses when she heard something that just did not belong outside this early in the morning: the startled cry of a child.

She froze and blinked, pushing her glasses up further on her nose before scanning the area for the source of the sound. It took another cry before she zeroed in on the source. There, on the doorstep of one Number 4, was a small bundle that contained a child. She made her way slowly to the doorstep and saw the little boy curled up in a very heavily bundled blanket. She put her device away and kneeled slowly, the child still asleep, but slowly waking. She broke eye contact from the child's face and then picked up the letter left upon his chest. She frowned softly, wondering who in their right mind would do such a thing, especially in November.

She opened the letter and her eyebrow rose as it detailed the events that had lead to this young child, Harry Potter, being left upon the doorstep of his last remaining blood relatives. She hummed and shook her head, flinching lightly when the sharp pierce of another cry, this time from inside the house, went through the air. She huffed through her nose and then picked up the baby Harry. She cradled him softly and kept him close, knocking on the door curtly and rapidly. It took three more sets of knocks before the door was wrenched open. Now, this woman had seen many things in her life, but the sight of the... woman (?) in front of her froze her temporarily. She looked as if she had crossbred with a horse, or perhaps a giraffe.

"Yes, can I help you?" The shrill voice of one Petunia Dursley spoke, irritated at being disturbed so early in the morning. The woman in front of her spoke with a thick, Irish accent, but her English was impeccable.

"Good morning, my name is Sally O'Hara, and upon walking down your street I noticed a child was set upon your doorstep." She gestured gently to the bundle in her arms.

"He has nothing but what he wears with him, as well as this." She presented to the letter, and held back a glare when it was snatched away from her well manicured fingers. The horse-woman opened it and read it, eyes lightly glaring as she read further on. She huffed and then stuffed the letter into her pocket, holding her arms out.

"Very well, give him here. I'll deal with him after my husband and baby are fed and taken care of." She looked as if she would have nothing to do with the child, and it made the Irish woman's eyebrows furrow gently.

"You don't seem to understand the situation, Mrs. Dursley." Said woman looked surprised her name was known. "This young child was left upon your doorstep, in the wee hours of the morning I am sure. I believe he needs your immediate attention, I am sure your husband can care for your child while you tend to young Harry's needs." She was doing her best to remain polite, but the disdain and look of loathing coming from this woman was making it difficult.

"Don't you tell me how to take care of my family! Now, give me the brat and see yourself getting off my property." Once again, she held out her hands, asking silently for the child, only to get a soft scoff in return.

"I see that leaving this child with you would be detrimental to his health. That being the case, I shall take him to a home for fellow orphaned children. Good day to you, Mrs. Dursley." She turned and started walking away, not flinching when she heard the door slam behind her, shaking her head as she took out a small device and placed it into and around her ear. Taking out that small device from before and pressing a a few buttons. She kept walking and while doing so waited for whatever was going to happen. She perked up when the device activated and gave a small smile.

"Good morning to you, My Lord Diablos. I must regret to inform you that the meeting I was to attend must be postponed." She kept speaking as she walked, nodding softly as she was being spoken too. To the passerby it would seem like she was talking to herself, but she was actually on a rather advanced cellular phone wireless headset. She walked for the next fifteen minutes or so before turning into an alleyway. She got about half way into the alley before holding a hand to her ear.

"Yes Sir, Lord Diablos. Very well, I shall see you shortly." She then disconnected the connection and looked down at the still, surprisingly, sleeping child. Smiling softly and stroking his head lightly.

"Well, Mr. Potter, it seems there has been a change of plans. Lets take you home." With a press of yet another button on the device from her pocket, both her and the small child dissipated from view. There was a soft ripple, and then it was like they were never even there.

AN: Well, here we go. I will always start with a Prologue, it just feels right to me. Tell me what you think! Next chapter we find out just whats going on, and then onto some fun I hope. Reviews are always welcome, adored, loved. Flames, as always, will be used to warm my toes.

AN2: Also, I realize that this prologue basically ended the same way my first prologue did for The Fates Decide. Completely unintentional.