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Prologue – That Fateful Night

It was the year 1980, the date being the 10th of August. It was a seemingly ordinary night for the very ordinary residents of Privet Drive. The street was just a normal street depicting the perfect definition of suburbia. Wind blew gently and quietly across the trees while the moon and stars hung overhead, barely visible due to two identical rows of lampposts shining on both sides of the street, disappearing over the bend of the road. Everything was in its rightful place, the scene untainted by movement or noise.

The place would have stayed like that, silent and peaceful, if it wasn't for a figure, shrouded by trees, that trudged across the hard pavement on the right side of the street. The person, at a closer inspection, was a man covered in robes that was not commonly seen in this decade, hell, this century. His light blue cloak with gold trimmed edges billowed behind him and his face completely hidden apart from the edges of his completely white beard.

Approaching a white house, with a white picket fence, a perfectly trimmed hedge and roses as red as they can be, the man stopped in though and glanced to his side then back at the house again. His gaze travelled from the front of the house to the right hand side where it landed on a garage currently occupied by a bright, red contraption known as a car, no doubt the latest model, used and made by Muggles. This image just added to the bland and perfectly spotless picture painted by the Dursleys as well as every other normal citizen living in Privet Drive.

The man seemed to pause for a few seconds and sighed tiredly. He shuffled towards the front porch, stepping up the small flight of stairs making sure that his package is still secured in his arms sleeping soundly.

'Number 4 Privet Drive, home of the Dursleys and soon to be home of young Harry.'

The man carefully flapped his cloak out of the way revealing a child, no more than two weeks old, wrapped in a grey blanket lying down in a small, brown, woven basket no bigger than his chest. He took one last, long look at his charge and pressed on the house's doorbell. Hearing a woman groan in the house and the turning on of a lamp, the man took this as his cue to leave. He gently set the basket on the porch's doorstep and in the time it takes for you to blink, the man disappeared without a sound, without a trace.

Privet Drive, a normal street filled with normal people, living in ordinary houses, living normal lives. Little did they know that there was a thing, a child, that was anything but normal and ordinary who would be living in their midst for the next eleven years.

Godric's Hollow – Later that night

The sound of a baby's wails vibrated throughout the whole Potter household, ringing through the ears of four people sitting in the living room. They were settled in front of the warm, crackling fireplace all four deep in thought. The child's cries were ignored in favour of what had transpired that night. James Potter and his wife Lily Evans Potter sat across from the man who had ventured to the streets of Muggle, London and delivered their son. Next to him a lady wearing emerald green robes with an onyx black trim; brown, dragon skin boots; miniature, round spectacles wore a concerned look on her face replacing the usual cold and stern look that marred her appearance.

The shouts of the Potters' daughter ceased and the silence between the floor's occupants became deafening. They waited for their fifth guest, one of James Potter's best friends and Lillian's godfather, Sirius Black, who they had sent to tend for her. Sirius came and plonked himself on one of the living room's wooden chairs after applying a weak Cushioning spell on the chair's hard wooden surface.

"I know what you are all thinking," spoke the bearded man in a resigned tone," but you have to trust me when I say that it is for the greater good, not only for young Lillian but also for Harry. The Dark Lord's followers present a great danger to your children and it would be much safer if Harry was hidden from the magical world. Living with his aunt and uncle would humble the boy and also let you focus on Lillian's training and education. She is, after all, the saviour of our world."

James Potter looked towards the man with a face that spoke of regret. He had argued with his mentor, Dumbledore, about his son's future earlier that day. His wife as well as his other loyal friend Remus Lupin blatantly disagreed with his choice concerning their eldest child but reluctantly agreed only after he had a huge and long debate and persuaded them thoroughly to see his and Albus' point of view.

Lily Evans Potter, Harry's mother, also glanced upon the man's, whose name is now revealed to be one Albus Dumbledore, eyes. Her jade green eyes combined with her teary face pierced through the wizard's heart making him sympathise for her and her husband.

Lily had also felt guilty for 'abandoning' her first-born son to her sister's care. Being a mother, she had felt an especially stronger bond with her son, with him being the eldest and being the child to have her green eyes but in a much darker tone resembling that of her father's emerald green orbs. Saying goodbye to little Harry had affected her the most out of everyone who had known him. Giving him up was the hardest and most heart-wrenchingly painful thing she had had to do in her life.

"I assure you that his magic would be monitored from my office but he will have to be kept in the dark about our society, which means no interacting with him or visiting him. This way, he will be safe from the Death-Eaters and he will not get attached with you too and want to be here. Young Harry will be taken care of, I promise. I will personally report his condition to you so that you wouldn't have to attend to him yourself," Albus spoke.

"We know Albus, it is much better this way and thank you for your help, we appreciate it a lot." James spoke in a broken voice clearly missing his son's presence, "Leaving Harry is the right thing to do. It would've been hard for him and Lillian to live together. He would've remained in his sister's shadow for much of if not his entire life. His peers would've cast Harry aside in favour of his younger sibling. I'm sure he would understand when he is older." James voiced his reasoning to try and comfort the room's occupants, especially his wife. In reality, he was only trying to justify the fact that he had left his child alone without his parents. James still needed to cement his reasons in everyone's minds to convince everyone that this was the best course of action. The man was also, unconsciously, trying to comfort himself and remove the regret and guilt that he was feeling by repeating in his head how Harry needed this and not him.

Sirius Black just sat still and silent the entire time lacking his usual exuberant and happy-go-lucky attitude. He knows when to be serious and when not to be. This situation calls for the former. Of course, he has been Sirius his whole life but seriously, this situation in serious. He had chosen not to voice his support but instead showed his respect towards James' decision in his silence. Of course, he also had his doubts about the decision but since James had been fine with it and Dumbledore would monitor the child's magical status, he agreed with the situation.

Minerva McGonagoll had never seen this coming. Her two favourite students, her two compassionate, most caring pupils back in the day and two of, if not the most, loving people she had met had abandoned a child and one of their own no less. She had never expected this day to come. Minerva had looked forward to young Harry's childhood and arrival in Hogwarts.

Due to her inability to bear children, she held a special place in her heart for Lily's family. In the recent years, just after James and Lily left the school and got married, she had acted as a sister of sorts to Lily and in a way, an aunt to her two children. Just like Lily, she had formed a connection with little Harry ever since the first time she had laid her eyes on him in Lily's arms. They even made her Harry's godmother which warmed her heart. Leaving him to the guardianship of the Dursleys gave her profound sadness knowing that she was never to be part of raising Harry. However, she will look forward to his arrival in the magical world on his eleventh birthday. That day would be the day she would show Harry her care and affection towards him.

Silence once again prevailed in the room while the adults were left thinking about the future. For all they know, everything has now changed. They can all feel that this decision would have a huge impact concerning the magical world. For good or for worse, they do not know but it left an unsettling feeling in their being. They would do good to remember this night, the night they left Harry, the night that decided his future, the night that would soon be the cause of his resentment towards them.

Author's Note: This chapter mainly focuses on Lily's, James's and Minerva's thoughts on Harry's predicament. As you can see, James was the one who had ultimately decided to 'give up' his son while Lily, Minerva and Sirius just went along with it, having been convinced by him and Dumbeldore. Dumbeldore will be older, will always act for 'The Greater Good' and will try to make events go according to his plan so he will be seen as one of the characters that have good intentions but just executes it in a morally wrong way. Lillian is a character of mine. She was inspired by the creation of Harry's sisters in many fan fictions. Harry will hate his parents and Dumbeldore for abandoning him. Minerva will also be younger. She will be about forty-five years old. Twenty years older than Lily and James. She will be like an aunt to their children.