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"Good Luck, Harry Potter," Albus Dumbledore said, as he left 4 Privet Drive. He, Hagrid and McGonagall just left the 15 month old toddler, Harry Potter, on his aunt's doorstep.
He would be safe with his aunt due to his mother's sacrifice, and he would be hidden, until he was old enough to attend Hogwarts.
They didn't think of what would happen next.
Soon enough, Harry stirred and awoke. He woke up from the nightmare of green light and a woman screaming. He sat up, and called out for his mom and dad. He then climbed out of the basket, and stood up.
He began walking without a direction, while calling out for his parents. His crying alerted someone who was disturbed to see a toddler. The man got the toddler, as he sprinted to the phone.
He dialed the emergency number.
"999, what is your emergency?" a voice answered.
"There is a toddler with me, and he's in a pajamas. I fear for his health, as he appears to have the beginnings of hyperthermia," the caller began, shaking.
"Where are you and toddler are?"
"16 Privet Drive, Little Whinging, Surrey."
"Stay where you are, we'll send someone to have the toddler to have transported at once."
"Thank you."
Minutes later, the toddler was taken to the hospital, where the hyperthermia was about to set in, but ultimately, he was saved just in time, because of the quick thinking of the caller.
The man who found him, was asked by the police about the toddler.
"He was just wandering around, crying out for his mom and dad. I don't know anything else," the man responded.
"We'll ask around in the neighborhood if anyone knows about the toddler, the identity and will issue the order for family members to come forward. If none are found, he'll be sent to a temporary home," the police officer said.
However, the police could not find any leads to the toddler's identity, as the one lead, the letter (Not that anyone knew about it anyway, except for the one who wrote it), was found by a homeless dog that turned the letter in the envelope into its chew toy. By the time the dog was done with the envelope, it was a mess beyond recognition.
The residents of Privet Drive had no idea about the toddler. However, someone reported finding a basket and a blanket that were blown away by the wind. Neither of them were connected to the toddler.
Petunia Dursley woke up to her neighbors gossiping about a toddler, who was found by one of her neighbors in the middle of the night, and how he was now in the safe hands.
Also, no one knew who he was, and she didn't know (At the time), that the toddler was her nephew nor that her sister and her husband were dead. She hoped that the toddler would be okay and would be adopted by a kind family.
It was decided that since no one approached about the toddler, he was placed into the orphanage. He was eventually adopted by a couple from USA, who wanted to give a child a good home, given that no one knew where he came from, his name, his original family or what happened to them.
After that, the toddler was never heard from again, except from occasional updates that he had a great home and family.
Meanwhile, in the hidden world, people were celebrating the downfall of the Dark Lord, who was a scourge on their world for many years. He was vanquished by Harry Potter, a child, who survived the Killing Curse, one of the Unforgivable spells.
No one knew where he was, except that they were told that he was hidden away to be safe from the remaining Death Eaters, until he would turn 11 years old and began to attend Hogwarts.
The night Harry wandered away from his aunt's doorstep, people raised glasses and said: "To Harry Potter, the Boy-Who-Lived."
Oh, if they only knew what was going to happen next.