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"Love your parents and treat them with loving care, for you will only see their value when you see their empty chair."
On the night of October 31st, a baby was left an orphan. On the same night, a man was also arrested for a crime he did not even commit. On the same night, 13 people were also killed. On that same night, a world we never knew of mourned the death of 3 people who sacrificed their lives in order to protect those whom they love. On that night, the same baby was sent to live with his only remaining relatives, The Dursleys. Little did that baby know who he was and the joy he brought to a world. And thus began the peaceful lives of the Wizarding World. Oh but they were too caught up in their own joy to realize what happened to their beloved savior and where he was right now. And thus began the life of Harry Potter. Or was it Harry Potter?
The cold night did not seem to bother the new visitor in the lone, chilly street of Privet Drive. All though he appeared to be old with that long silver beard reaching up to his waist, he was still up and moving, that anyone from here would have thought they were sleepwalking and dreaming at the same time. He wore a sad smile on his face and rounded a corner walking up the driveway of 4 Privet Drive. He forced a smile on his face and nodded to the gray tabby cat.
" Fancy seeing you here, Professor McGonagall. " He turned to smile at the tabby, but it was 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 around it's 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 in a brick wall all day." said Professor McGonagall.
Little did they know as they conversed, another presence was listening in, hearing them speak. The unknown guest hid behind one of the houses, careful not to let her presence alert the others. She wrapped her coat tighter against her, burying her face in the high collars to keep herself warm. She rearranged her hat to keep her head warmer and to try and fit in along with them. She narrowed her eyes as she listened to them.
"- All this You- Know -Who nonsense- for eleven years I have been trying to persuade people to call him by his proper name: Voldemort." Professor McGonagall flinched, but Dumbledore, who was unsticking two lemon drops, seemed not to notice, "It all gets so confusing if we keep saying You-Know-Who. I have never seen any reason to be frightened of saying Voldemort's name."
The woman was confused who was You Know Who? Or Voldemort, as Dumbledore had called him. She would have to ask her partner later on. But for now she would have to listen and be patient.
The loud sound of a motorcycle almost made her scream except for the fact that her lips were chapped and that she had hit her head on the brick promptly making her silently yell a swear word in enochian. Her hands immediately flew to her mouth and hoped Dumbledore and McGonagall or whatever their names were~didn't notice her. Fortunately enough, the sound of the motorcycle was loud enough, that even she was surprised that the human weren't even awake. Especially the people inside of the house on the lawn that Dumbledore and McGonagall were carrying their conversation in soft whispers.
She almost choked when she saw the man who got off the bike. He was twice as tall as a normal human and, well she didn't want to be rude but almost five times as wide. Long tangles of bushy hair fell to his shoulders. He's humongous! She thought. Her eyes then fell onto least package she was expecting in the man's hands. She expected it to be an incredibly important keepsake or something like that where they would have to guard it with their very being. Because she was not at all expecting a babe. The babe was wrapped in a blankets and from where she could see the babe had tufts of unruly jet black hair. She smiled briefly the babe reminding her of her own when he was only a newborn with the chubbiest cheeks and tiniest fingers along with his sister. She was so entranced by the baby she almost fell, had it not been for her jacket scraping against the brick wall. She once again winced and hoped that the people did not notice her. This time though she was not lucky. The conversation immediately ceased and everything went quiet and she silently hoped that they would not notice her.
So she stood silently, not making any noises, for the fear that she would be found. She didn't even know why she was scared. Should they find her, she could just play dumb and go with her way. But still, there was a possibility with what they could do to her if she found out what they were, not that she didn't know what they were. There was a reason why witches and wizards stayed so low , after all.
She heard something swishing in the air and peeked from the corner of her eye. She hid back again behind the brick wall when she realized McGonagall and Dumbledore were facing her direction. She heard Dumbledore whisper something in what~Latin, maybe? She felt a gust of wind and it made her wrap her coat around her tighter.
"Funny." she heard Dumbledore say confusedly. "There are no muggles or people other than us." She snorted inwardly. If only they knew... She shook her head and threw away the thought. It would bring no good should they find out about me she thought.
She waited and waited until their conversations passed and she heard the rumbling of the motorcycle as it flew away into the night sky. Slowly she felt both McGonagall and Dumbledore leave, before deciding to approach the child on the doorstep. However, something kept her from doing so. And whatever it was had burned her skin. "Wards," she sighed. "Well I have no choice". She brought her hand up and a white light started forming. She brought the wards down and a dome shaped shield slowly start to disappear from top to bottom.
Yes, she could say that whomever one of them left the child out here in the cold was a psychopath. Even she, an angel was cold! And she didn't even feel such things like that. She was an angel, for God's sake! They were not meant to feel human sensations.
She picked up the child from the basket and wrapped the blanket tighter against him. The child stirred and awoke and for the first time saw his precious green eyes. They were the most unique emerald green she had ever seen and it took quite a while for her to tear her eyes away from the babe's. Tears began to fall from the child's eyes and she softly held him against her chest and whispered her favourite poem to him.
" Up in the sky , there you can see,
They shine so brightly, twinkling and glittering
Someday you'll shine as bright as them, someday you will be higher than them.
But for now we'll have to shoot you up, 'till you go past them stars"
The child seemed content for now, and shifted so the blanket would cover him more. She grabbed her scarf and wrapped it around the tiny body at least three times. She smiled gently; he reminded her of her own when they were only newborn.
Kissing the child's forehead, she shifted him so he was in a more comfortable position. "I'm so sorry for this, love, but we need to go now before they notice the wards go down completely" And with that she disappeared, leaving no trace or whatsoever. And she was proud to say that the aurors found not a single trace of whomever took their saviour. Not they would never see him again.
Sup guys! This another Crowley adopts Harry and all, but with a little bit of twist! Who is this mystery woman? We know she is an angel, but what does she have in the box for our little Harry? Reviews are always welcome!