I PROMISE IT WILL BE THE LAST STORY I CREATE BEFORE I START UPFATING THE OTHER !

Now that i said it , we're okay. Just another idea that was in my head for some times, i pretty sure to continue it, but the chapter may be a little shorter than the others

I don't own HP or LOL.

Hope you enjoy.

« Hello, Minerva. » said a voice behind her.

One Minerva McGonagall jumped a little and turned around. The voice belonged to the tall old man before her, with a very long beard. He also wore a rich purple dress, or cape, and a pointy hat.

Minerva sighed internally, and jumped forth. From pawns, she landed on two feet, and dusted herself a little. She glared at the old man.

"How did you know , Albus ? " she asked.

" No cat sat so stiffly" said the now named Albus with a laugh.

She glared at him a little more, before stopping and sighing once again . She looked at Albus, knowing that the age was showing on her face, now more than ever.

"Is it true what they said, Albus ? Did you know who... ?" she didn't dare finish her question, not quite wanting to hear the answer.

Albus face turned sombre for a moment, just enough to make Minerva realize that she talked to someone who fought on the front line.

" Yes, the rumours are true," he said while nodding, " But not without casualties".

Minerva frowned, and realisation shook her. This was the reason she was asked to keep watch on the Dursley .

" James and Lily then... " she said as Albus nodded.

Her throat was dry as she prepared to ask another question.

"Which one ?" she asked softly.

"Sorry ?" said Albus.

" Witch one of them survived ?" she asked again.

Albus stone face was her only answer. A lone tear rolled down her cheek before she composed herself. Another thought came to her, and her eyes widened.

" Young Harry is well, " cut Albus as she was going to ask, " actually, more than fine . He was the one that defeated Tom."

Minerva looked at him blankly. And she blinked. Twice.

" Albus Perceval Wulfric Dumbledore, did you hit your head during the apparition ?" asked a frowning Minerva.

Albus laughed a little, more joyful that a minute ago.

" I assure you, Minerva , young Harry Potter bear traces of the killing curse on him, but is very much alive " continued Albus as he took a gadget of his from his robe, and took the light with it , " the curse must have rebounded at some point, killing Tom in the process."

Minerva tried to make some sense with what she heard, but a humming sound began to make itself known.

She looked up , and her eyes widened as she saw a very familiar motorcycle in the air.

" How did he take it ?" she asked.

" Very badly. He is searching for any death eater to curse." Answered Albus.

The motorcycle landed on the road, roared loudly before the noise died. However, the person that hopped from it was not the one Minerva expected.

" Professor Dumbledore, professor McGonagall." Said the giant of a man as he nodded at them.

"Hagrid ! It is good to see you . Did the trip go well ?" asked Albus as he took the big man in his arm.

Hagrid hugged the old man back, before going back to the motorcycle. He gently took something from it, and brought it back the two other wizards. He handed it to Dumbledore, who in turn, showed it to Minerva.

"Little boy sleeps trough all the fly. Must have been pretty tired" said Hagrid not too loudly.

Minerva widened her eyes at the small child inside the bundle that Dumbledore carried. He seemed peaceful, if you did not pay attention to the big red scar at the top of his head.

" You want him to be put here Albus ? Are you out of your mind," said Minerva while glaring at him, " they are the most awful muggles that I ever saw, and i only watched them for a day !"

"They are also his only living relatives, Minerva," began Albud as he walked to the porch, not looking away from the baby, " Sirius is too angry with himself to even think of taking Harry and the ministry will not let Remus raise a half blood wizard. More than that nobody would expect him to live with muggles, and if he his found, a blood ward will ensure his safety."

Minerva was not confident in the plan that Albus told her, but she trusted him with her life. So she will trust him with this baby's life too, and she will hope that the Dursley won't be too bad. She watched as Albus gently put the bundle down, in front of the door, and putted a letter on it.

"Well, young Harry, this is a farewell. In the name of every wizard of Britain, thank you." Said Albus.

And with that, he turned away, and nodded to Minerva and Hagrid. Hagrid hopped on the motorcycle, and fllew away, while Minerva took Albus arm as they appeared away.

Little did they know what would happen to young Harry, seconds after they left. Purple and blue circle began to appaer around the bundle, waking the baby up, making him scream.

The Dursley, awaken by the light and the sound, rushed out of their house, only to find... nothing.

Vernon Dursley would grumble about children, and close the door, unaware of everything.

Runtera, summoner league

Inside a big room, a dozen brown cloaked people were standing around in a circle, hand raised and chanting. In the center of the circle, an elaborate stone pedestal was glowing with purple and blue magic.

As their chant intensified, so did the glowing. Sounds began to be heard, beast roar, blazing gun, yelling man, destructive magic, splashing water... the ritual created a gateway to every world in the multiverse.

They suddenly stopped , bringing their hand down and stopping their chant. The portal closed abruptly, and the sound died with it. A magic explosion shook the room up , making some of the cloaked person falling on the ground.

As they regained their sense, they walked to the centre of the circle.

" Did it work ?" asked one of them.

As if to answer their question, a loud scream escaped the pedestal. They rushed to it, spell ready to be launched. They did not expect at all, however, to find a little baby, screaming and struggling.

" Is it some kind of joke ?" asked a voice behind them.

They turned to see a grey cloaked figure looking at them, fury visible in his eyes.

"Summoner superior !" they said in unison

The cloaked figure walked past them and pointed to the babe.

"You were supposed to summon a powerful mage, who could work for the league as a referee of some sort, a balance, and you summon a baby ?" he yelled.

The brown cloaked cowered a little, and took some steps back. The grey figure sighed, took a deep breath, and looked at the child. He stopped screaming when he began to yell at the other, and was now looking at him.

"Leave, now" he said sternly.

The other figure bowed a little, and left the room. The figure rubbed its temples, and looked at the bed.

"Now, what to do with you..." it asked to no one in particular.

Hz approached his hand of the baby, and poked him with a finger. He widened his eyes as the baby giggled. Magic. Magic was flowing from the boy, going in and out of his body like waves. So much magic, more than any summoners he had seen.

" Perhaps, it was not as bad as we would think.. " he said, smirking.

He took the letter from the bundle, making the baby giggle again. He read the letter quickly, before burning it with a ignite. No point in keeping the letter, the boy would never go back to his original world. The fact the he was an orphan was even better.

"Well then, young Harry Potter, it looks like you are going to be an amazing and lawful sumoner. Yes, I'll make sure of it "

And with that, he took the babe in his arm, and left the room, on his way to the summoner council.

Well that it. Hopefully my writing skill improved since the first chapter, so it should be more pleasant to read

Anyway, c u .