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Chapter 0: The Prologue
After a very long and very abnormal day (and hearing about the Potter's left and right) Mr. Dursley returned home and declared to his wife and infant son, they were going to move to the countryside with his sister Marge the very next day, accepting no protests and offering no explanation.
In their haste to leave number four, Privet Drive, Little Whinging, Surrey, the very next morning; the Dursleys never noticed the note (that should have been attached to a baby in a red and gold blanket) stuck to their driveway without a babe in sight.
Which was rather odd (with hindsight), seeing as just hours after midnight following the events of a horrible tragedy, in a world so close yet so far removed from the Dursleys own, a colourfully dressed very very old probably wisened (more than likely crazed) man with a beard so long it tucked into his belt (that or he was ridiculously short, though thats unlikely with the heels he was sporting) saw fit to visit this picture perfect suburban neighbourhood awaiting the delivery of a baby he imagined he’d leave on their very doorstep... In the middle of the night… With just a blanket to keep it warm… Also, for those of you that don’t know, in England (as that is the part of the world they happen to live in) at this time of year Winter (yes you read that correctly, Winter ) is just settling in.
(So, when we say more than likely in reference to his sanity and logic making skills… hes lost the plot. Though maybe we judged the poor fellow too harshly. Maybe he cast some kind of spell on the babe that would protect it from the elements or maybe the blanket was charmed to do just that… But that's ridiculous! You might be thinking. For him to do that he would need to have magic! Well hate to break it to you dear but that weirdo wannabe Disney Merlin lookalike is often hailed as the modern second coming of aforementioned mythical legendary Wizard of King Arthur's court. Well at least in the Wizarding World. In the Muggle world they'd assume he was some old crackpot… and in our opinion they wouldn't be wrong.)
But if there had been a baby , circumstances notwithstanding, that would raise the question: “Where did it go?”
Oh, the child's grandfather would be very glad to know you asked. He loves telling this story. Even if the child wasn’t biologically his, you’d actually be hard pressed to try to convince him otherwise, the resemblance is uncanny … okay no it really isnt. They really look nothing alike. He only knew he had been blessed that day the babe floated into his waiting arm.
This story is about… you guessed it: Garp the Fist’s first Grandchild. Also some non-existent child of prophecy that they got completely wrong.