A/N: Hi everyone, my second fanfic…! Cool! This is not going to be slash but that's about all I know. The story kind of writes itself. But there is one thing that doesn't write itself and that's REVIEWS! So please tell me if I should continue this… well I'll probably write it but should I post it?

I like suggestions to the story!

By the way. I have lots of marshmallows to put in the fires.

Disclaimer: WOW this is going to be a surprise! I do not own them so PLEAAAAASE don't sue! We both have better thing's to do!

Rating: Well… perhaps it's going to change later… perhaps it won't.

What if Harry wasn't Harry

By Harrione

-Chapter 1; The start-

"It's - it's true?" faltered Professor McGonagall. "After all he's done. All the people he's killed. He couldn't kill a little one year old boy? It's just astounding. Of all the things to stop him. But how in the name of heaven did Harry survive?"

"We can only guess," said Dumbledore. "We may never know."

Professor McGonagall pulled out a lace handkerchief and dabbed at her eyes beneath her spectacles. Dumbledore gave a great sniff as he took a golden watch. It had twelve hands but no numbers; instead, little planets were moving around the edge. It must have made sense to Dumbledore, though, because he put it back in his pocket and said, "Hagrid's late. I suppose it was he who told you I'd be here, by the way?"

"Yes," said Professor McGonagall. "And I don't suppose you're going to tell me why you're here, of all places?"

"I've come to bring Harry to his aunt and uncle. They're the only family he has left now."

"You don't mean - you can't mean the people who live here?" cried Professor McGonagall, jumping to her feet and pointing at number four. "Dumbledore - you can't. I've been watching them all day. You couldn't find two people who are less like us. And they've got this son - I saw him kicking his mother all the way up the street, screaming for sweets. Harry Potter come and live here!"

"It's the best place for him," said Dumbledore firmly. " His aunt and uncle will be able to explain everything to him when he's older. I've written them a letter."

"A letter?" repeated Professor McGonagall faintly, sitting back down on the wall. "Really, Dumbledore, you think you can explain all this in a letter? These people will never understand him! He'll be famous - a legend - I wouldn't be surprised if today was known as Harry Potter Day in future - there will be books written about Harry - every child in our world will know his name!"

"Exactly", said Dumbledore, looking very seriously over the top of his half- moon glasses. "It would be enough to turn any boy's head. Famous before he can walk and talk! Famous for something he won't even remember! Can't you see how much better off he'll be, growing up away from all that until he's ready to take it?"

Professor McGonagall opened and closed her mouth a couple a times then stopped and the two of them stood in silence.

"Yes perhaps you're right Albus. Perhaps. But, if You-Know-Who is not really gone, don't you think that he'll do all he possible can, which is very much, to find him? And if he doesn't his Death Eater surely will! And this will be the first place they'll look!" she paused hoped Dumbledore would say something but he didn't so she continued: "I know you are the greatest wizard of them all. Everybody knows that. Even You-Know-Who knows, but I don't think you can prevent that. After all, it's a long time til he's ready to go to Hogwarts."

Dumbledore nodded but said nothing.

The silence was broken by the noise of a motorbike, which appeared right in front of them.

"Oh Hagrid. Thank you for bothering."

"Nothing, sir." Hagrid said as he handed a small boy to Dumbledore.

McGonagall looked as she had a lot of questions but swallowed them as she saw Dumbledore bring the boy to the front door and put a letter inside his blanket. He walked rather stiffly back to the others. They stood there looking at little Harry fast asleep in his blankets for minutes. Dumbledore broke the silence and said:

"We should be going now… we should be celebrating." He started walking away the turned around and said "See you all at school."

They nodded and McGonagall transformed to the cat and ran away, Hagrid left on the motorbike but Dumbledore hadn't moved. He realized that he was wrong and McGonagall was right. It was not safe for the boy here. Beside he couldn't just leave him there. He walked to the front door again and picked the boy up. A smile showed on Harry dreamy face. Dumbledore smiled too.

Dumbledore wrote another letter and slipped it under the door. Then he left but his smile fated quickly. This was going to be hard. Nobody could know about this. Nobody! The boy would need new parents, new name, new home, new… everything!

And who should he give the job to? Who wouldn't be obvious? Who could give the boy a whole new identity?

-End of chapter one-

A/N: Yes who could it be? Do you know? And what could be Harry's new identity and name?

I know this is a bit short. It'll get longer if I get more inspired. REVIEWS (HINT HINT) inspires me :)

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