The Chosen One: Various Yandere Harry Potter X Female Harry OC (Remake)

One More Year?

(For all intents and purposes, they are 17 for the first movie when it's just the crew involved, 18 year 2, 19 year 3 so on and so forth)

(No One's POV)

Dark at this hour, except for·the street lamps that dot the street, spilling deep pools of light upon the ground. In the far corner, a man materializes out of the darkness. He is tall and thin, with a silver beard long enough to tuck into his belt. Be wears a Purples cloak and is roughly one hundred and fifty years old. He is Albus Dumbledore, and he removes a small silver object from his cloak-- the Put-Outer. He extends his hand, and--click--the nearest street lamp goes out with a soft pop. He continues to click the Put-outer until all the lamps go dark. He turns and spies a cat sitting on the wall of Number Four. He smiles knowingly.

"I should have known that you would be here... Professor McGonagall." He states

The cat silently looks at him, and then the cat's shadow turns into a woman with a tall hat.

"Good evening, Professor Dumbledore. Are the rumors true, Albus?" She asks him.

"I'm afraid so, Professor. The good, and the bad." He confirms.

"And the girl?" She presses.

"Hagrid is bringing her." He informs her.

"Do you think it wise to trust Hagrid with something as important as this?" She asks worriedly.

"Ah, Professor, I would trust Hagrid with my life." He tells her.

There is a motor sound, and the two professors look up to see a flying motorcycle coming down from the air. It skids on the street and halts. A large man with shoulder-length black hair and a beard named Rubeus Hagrid takes off his goggles.

"Professor Dumbledore, Sir. Professor McGonagall." Hagrid greets the two professors.

"No problems, I trust, Hagrid?" Dumbledore asks.

"No, sir. Little tyke fell asleep just as we were flying over Bristol. Heh. Try not to wake her. There you go." Hagrid hands a baby wrapped in a bundle over to Dumbledore.

"Albus, do you think it's safe leaving her with these people? I've watched them all day. They're the worst sort of Muggles imaginable. They are..." She expresses her concerns

"The only family she has." He tells her.

"This girl will be famous. There won't be a child in our world who doesn't know her name." She presses

"Exactly. She's better off growing up away from all that. Until she is ready." He tells her. Dumbledore places the baby on the ground slowly. Hagrid sniffles, he is sobbing a little. He clears his throat. "There, there, Hagrid. It's not really goodbye, after all."

Hagrid nods. Dumbledore takes a letter and places it on the baby, who is now at the foot of the door.

"Good luck... Marie Potter." He tells her.

Marie lay out in the cold, until the next morning when her aunt put out the milk bottles and she screamed finding her niece! This woke Marie up and she began to cry.

(For all intents and purposes, they are 17 for the first movie when it's just the crew involved, 18 year 2, 19 year 3 so on and so forth)

(17 is the legal age of adults in harry potter, this is canon in the books (Harry becomes a legal adult at age 17 when you can use magic outside of school, obvious we are changing that until you graduate)

(16 years later)

Marie groaned as she woke up due to her Aunt's banging, waking her up at well, and she didn't know- seeing as she had no windows, given that she was in a closet under the stairs. Why she got a closet when Dudley had two bedrooms, and she couldn't tell you? What she could do is that her lungs would probably look like a factory worker with Dudley running up and down the stairs to wake her up, even jumping chasing some dust and other debris to fall.