Chapter 1
Lily Potter walked through the dark streets, making her way home after a long day.
A sudden bright flash of light caught her attention. The light came from an alleyway.
She hesitated a moment, before her curiosity got the better of her, and she warily stepped towards the area, wand at the ready.
She did not expect to see a small bundle, placed onto a damp box. She crept closer, until she could see what was inside.
A small baby that seemed less than a year old, was sound asleep in the bundle.
Lily reached towards the child, then recoiled slightly as a gentle light flickered in front of it, and materialised into a small scroll with two words on it, that glowed softly in the darkness.
“Osamu Dazai”
The woman’s eyes widened slightly at the foreign name, then picked up the small bundle. The boy reminded her of her own child, and looked around the same age.
She held the baby in her arms as she returned home.
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Mr and Mrs Dursley lived in number four of Privet Drive. They liked to believe that they lived a very ordinary and normal life, and were very proud of this. Mr Dursley was the director of a firm called Grunnings, which made drills. Mrs Dursley spent a lot of her time spying on their neighbours. She also had a sister, but the Dursleys don’t talk about HER or her family. The Potters were probably, the complete opposite of normal. Simply because they were wizards.
Mr and Mrs Dursley had a son called Dudley, as did the Potters, however the Dursleys were completely against the two interacting. They didn’t want their son interacting with them.
The Dursleys didn’t know much about the Potters life, nor did they want to. However they did know that the Potter’s son was called something along the lines of “Barry” or “Harold”. They also know the Potters had recently adopted a boy.
The Dursleys almost pitied the poor child that had to be infected with by those strange people
Mr Dursley was having a perfectly normal day, until he saw a large group of strange cloaked people. Now, Mr Dursley just thought they were cultists if some kind, but he kept seeing these cloaked people everywhere. As he walked past a group of them, he caught some of their conversation.
“The Potters, that’s right, that’s what I heard-“
“Yes, their son Harry and- adopted-“
Mr Dursley’s eyes widened, and he quickly shuffled away. It couldn’t possibly be them? It must have been some other family. Perhaps the strangers had said something else and he has missheard. Yes! That was it! They hadn’t said “ Potter” , they had just said something similar. Anyways their son probably wasn’t even called Harry.
Mr Dursley had a few other strange encounters that day, after he had finished work.
He thought not much of it at the time, too busy attempting to convince himself that he had in fact NOT heard “Potter” that morning.
As he arrived back at number 4, privet drive, he glances at a cat sitting on a wall, and, he could’ve sworn he’d seen that same cat that morning.
Mr Dursley glared a at the cat, before entering his house and slamming the door behind him.
He was still slightly disturbed as Mrs Dursley told him about her day ( which was a very normal day )
The man was listening in on the last of the ( highly unusual ) evening news, Mrs Dursley sallied back in the room carrying 2 cups of tea.
He clearing his throat nervously.
“ Petunia, dear — you haven’t had any news from the Potters lately have you?”
Mrs Dursley froze abruptly, almost dropping the tea. She hadn’t expected the man to bring up that subject.
“No, why?”
“Funny stuff on the news” mumbled Mr Dursley awkwardly “Owls, shooting stars… and there were a lot of funny- looking people in town today…”
“So?”
“Er, well I thought… maybe… it was something to do with them”
“Their son,” he continued “ and the other one they adopted, they’d be about Dudley’s age now wouldn’t they?”
“I suppose so”
“What were their names again? Howard and..?”
“ Harry, and the other one was a foreign name. I believe it was Osamu. Nasty names if you ask me.”
“Oh yes, yes I quite agree.” Mr Dursley swallowed nervously as he spoke.
They stayed silent as they climbed upstairs.
Mr Dursley went up to the window, and looked down to see the same cat he had glared at, and that he was certain was there that same morning. Could all this really be the linked to the Potters?
He went back to bed and closed his eyes. Oh well, it’s not like it would affect him at all.
Albus Dumbledore appeared in the street, his long flowing beard, robes and cloak were very noticeable in the very ordinary setting. He took out what seems to be an ordinary lighter, and flicked it. As he did so, the streetlights went out with small pops, and the entire road was engulfed in darkness.
The cat leaped up onto a wall beside him.
“ Fancy seeing you here, Professor McGonagall.”
He smiled at the cat, which was promptly replaced with a woman, who wore square glasses, an emerald green cloak, and her hair was tied into a bun.
“How did you know it was me?”
“I’ve never seen a cat sit so stiffly”
“I’ve been sitting on a brick wall all day, of course I’m stiff!” sniffed the woman.
“All day? When you could’ve been celebrating?”
Professor McGonagall frowned slightly “Yes, I know, and everyone has also forgotten that muggles exist. Flocks of owls… shooting stars… It’ll be a miracle if the muggles don’t discover us”
Dumbledore chuckled slightly “Can you really blame them? We’ve had little to celebrate in these past 11 years”
“ That’s no reason to become careless.. although I suppose You-Know-Who really is gone then?”
“ Yes, I believe so. Although, what intrigues me is the second boy the Potters adopted. I know how Harry survived, but the second child..? How curious”
Professor McGonagall gasped “ so the Potters.. They’re really-“ She was cut off by the roaring of a motorcycle coming closer.
“ Ah, it’s Hagrid! “
As the old man spoke, A large mortorbije landed- or crashed- down beside them. A giant man stepped down from the bike, clutching two bundles in equally giant hands.
“ You brought the boys?”
“ I got ‘em just before muggles began gatherin’ round. Young Sirius Black lent me the bike. One of ‘em fell asleep as we was flyin’ here.”
Professor McGonagall and Dumbledore looked over at the children. One of them had dark brown and curly hair, his eyes were a dark reddish brown, almost black in the night, that flitted from one adult to the other, in a strangely analytical way. The second child was asleep, and had black hair. Behind a tuft of said hair, a peculiar lightning shaped scar could be seen.
“ This one is Potter, if I’m correct?” Stated McGonagall, looking the black haired boy.
“Yes. And the other is Osamu Dazai. Japanese name, is it not?”
How interesting.