Forgiving but not Forgetting

Chapter 1: Everything has a beginning

I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER (otherwise I would be rich) I'm sorry for any spelling or grammatical mistakes etc. so enjoy

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Mr. And Mrs. Dursley in Privet Drive 4, were proud, really proud to be normal. No one would come to the idea that they were involved in something weird or mysterious, because that would be the least they'd want to be associated with.
Mr. Dursley was a director of the company named Grunnings where they produced drilling machines. He was a big and bulky man with nearly no neck,but a very big moustache. Mrs. Dursley was slim ,had blond hair and a very long neck which was very useful for stalking the neighbors. The Dursleys had a little son, Dudley, who was in their eyes the most magnificent boy of all time.
The Dursleys possessed everything they wanted , but harbored a secret that they were very afraid of when revealed. It would be unbearable, if the thing with the Potters were found out. Mrs. Potter was the sister of Mrs. Dursley; but they hadn't saw each other for years. Mrs. Dursley claimed that she hasn't got a sister, because of her unhealthy yearning to be normal, which the Potter's definitely weren't. Because she and her good-for-nothing of a husband were very undursleylike .
What would the neighbors say when the Potter's would show up on Privet Drive some day? The Dursleys knew that the Potter's had a little son too, but they hadn't met him. And that boy was another reason to avoid the Potter's. Dudley shouldn't be in contact with such a...boy.
When Mr. and Mrs. Dursley woke on a dull and cloudy tuesday, where our story begins, and not seeing a sign of anything abnormal or mysterious that would happen in Britain soon. Mr. Dursley hummed to himself as he searched for his most boring tie for work, while Mrs. Dursley lively chattered at the crying Dudley who threw a tantrum in his chair.
None of them saw the huge brown owl flying across their window.
At half past eight reached for his briefcase, gave his wife a kiss on the cheek and tried to give Dudley a kiss too. But he missed , because Dudley still had a fit of rage, where he tossed his oatmeal at the walls. "Cheeky brat", Mr. Dursley said amused, while he left the house and drove backwards from the entrance of number 4 Privet Drive.
At the streetcorner he noticed for the first time something odd- a cat,which studied a street plan. For a moment he wasn't sure what he saw - then he rapidly looked back, to look the cat up again. At the inflection of Privet Drive was indeed a tabby cat, but a street plan was nowhere in sight. What did he think! That had to be a hallucination. Mr. Dursley blinked and gazed at the cat. The cat gazed back. As he drove along the street, he watched the cat in the rearview mirror. Now the cat was reading the sign with the Privet Drive name on it. No - cat's couldn't either read a sign NOR a street plan. Mr. Dursley shoved his thoughts out of his brain and continued his drive to work.
However his thoughts about his work were replaced at the outskirts by something different. He was in the usual morning rush hour and couldn't not notice that a crowd of people were dressed in very strange clothing. They wore some sort of capes or cloaks. Mr. Dursley disliked people, who dressed inappropriately, that means in his opinion not normal. It's probably just some kind of new stupid fashion. He drummed his (fat) fingers on the steering wheel as he watched another crowd of cloaked people, who whispered excitedly with each other. To his surprise there weren't just young people in this weird fashion. He also saw an old man wearing a bright green one,and grimaced at that. Then he thought that it just had to be some kind of costume and that they were probabaly raising money for something. Yes that's probably it! And as the traffic jam slowly got in motion, he arrived five minutes later at Grunnings.
At his office, his mind was occupied with his machines and didn't see another mass of owls that were flying around in broad daylight. Mr. Dursley had his very normal day at work: Making his staff miserable, snapping at his secretary and making some calls. At lunch he exited the company to buy lunch. He had long forgotten about the oddly dressed people. But unfortunately he saw some of them ,whispering again. He shot them angry glares as he passed them, because they somehow made him feel uneasy. But before he went out of their reach he could hear some of their conversation.
"Yes, the Potter's. I heard that-"
"- yes, their son Harry-"
Mr. Dursley stood there like he was rooted to the spot. Fear came over him. He looked at the crowd as if he was going to say something, but it seemed that he recollected himself and moved on.
He hastily crossed the street, and stormed in his office, visibly blanching. Barking at his secretary not to be disturbed, and reached out for the telephone. And before he could dial the whole number he thought his actions over. In the end he hung up and stroked his moustache. No, he thought, I am stupid. Potter wasn't a very rare name. There has to be many families named Potter who had a son called Harry too. Now that he considered it, he wasn't even sure if his nephew's name was Harry. He hadn't even seen him. His name could be Harvey for that matter. It didn't made sense to unsettle Mrs. Dursley, she was always outraged , when somebody mentioned her sister. But he didn't make an accusation- if he had such a sister....
But nevertheless, these people in cloaks...
In the afternoon it got gradually difficult to think about his work.
Finally after a very distressful day he drove home, his mind filled with disturbing thought he couldn't get rid.
He hoped he was just imagining about these abnormal events. Ooh he hoped wrong...
As it became dark and Mrs Dursley tucked litttle Diddykins in and Vernon finished his "small" late night snack ,they went to bed, oblivious of the tabby cat on the fence, which Mr Dursley met this morning.
As the small town got silent and wraooed in darkness, a man appeared mysteriously at 4 Privet Drive. It was indeed nearing midnight, the old man with his silber beard and hair and his hideous lilac robes, which can made you momentarily blind due to it's colourful ehh.. Variety. But something powerful lingered under this ridiculously dressed man. Something abnormal and mysterious.
Albus Dumbledore.
He searched absently in his coat as he noticed the tabby cat which staring at him intently. And gaved her an amused smile, muttering: "I should have known."

The street lamps in Privet Drive flickered but with a single motion of Dumbledore's hand the street lamps burned out except for two lanterns at the end of the roads.

"What a surprise to meet you here, my dear Professor McGonagall."
There was no longer a cat sitting on the fence but it was replaced by a strict looking woman, who stared intently at the powerful wizard, yes the most powerful wizard in the magical world, or so they say.
"Albus, you can't leave him here with these muggles!", she told him sternly, and spat the words disdainfully, as if they were leaving a bad taste in the Professor's mouth.
"They are a bunch of ignorant people, their son is an insufferable and spoiled -Merlin forbid- baby whale at his small age and not to mention Lily's sister Petunia ,who hates anything related to magic!" Dumbledore sighed sadly :"I know my dear Minerva, but it's the last option for the boy. No one can take care of him at the moment. There were news about his godfather Sirius this moment... Remus would,but you know of his condition and the ministry woudn't allow it. Severus is still in the Death Eater circle as a spy and it can endanger him greatly.
The Longbottom's had a terrible fate yesterday... And those were all his godmothers and godfathers Lily and James appointed in their will. He has no other option until I can find another solution." Dumbledore looked everybit of his age at the current moment and his twinkling eyes tired and dulled.
"If you wish Albus, I hope we will find an appropriate person or finding an agreement soon. I also hope he will be fine with his magic hating relatives until then..." She sighed tiredly. As if on cue a half giant appeared with a small bundle in his arms next to the both wizards.
"Hagrid.", Albus greeted the huge man, relieved that nothing happened to them.
McGonagall and Dumbledore looked over the small bundle in the giants arms. They could see the small baby boy with his unruly mop of black hair and a- a scar on his forehead resembling a lightning bolt.
"Is that-the..?", Minerva gasped.
"Yes.", Dumbledore replied gravely "This scar will last forever." The. He turned to Hagrid and sighed for the umpteenth time today and said: "Hagrid give him to me. It is time." The half giant complied and huge tears were streaking down his cheeks dampening his massive beard.
"Until we meet again, Harry." Albus whispered soothingly as he placed the child on the doorstep of his relatives. They disappeared after a silent goodbye and left this child- the hero of them alone in the midnight sky. This was the beginning of Harry Potter's life. The life of the-boy-who-lived.

Tbc...

So I'm finally done with chap 1. I don't think that the following chaps will be this long too. But I hope you'll like them. Please excuse any spelling or gramatical errors .So until we meet again. Enjoy!
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