Raised by the Enemy
By: ninariddletales

"Would you care for a lemon drop?"

"A What?"

"A lemon drop. They're a kind of Muggle sweet I'm rather fond of."

"Dumbledore!" McGonagall snapped; this isn't the time to think about candy she thought... "What are we going to do about Harry?"

"Um?"

"His parents are dead; his last living relatives are dead? Where is he going to go? I'd ask the Weasly's but their expecting another one." she sighed.

"Voldemort really thought his plans out," Dumbledore mused.

"What I don't understand is why did he kill the Muggles than go to James and Lily's? He couldn't have known Harry would survive?"

"Maybe he didn't. Tom Riddle was the cleverest students Hogwarts has ever known. He could have something planned that we will learn in 10 years time."

McGonagall sighed again; all she wanted was to get out of here and back to Hogwarts soon. Hogwarts was safe, it was home. They were standing outside a house where three dead people lay.

"Minerva, when we get back I'd like for you to announced that Harry's is with family"

"What?"

"It's the only way for us to keep him safe. Otherwise he'll be the boy-who-lived, and be famous which wizards will look for him. To love him or hurt him."

Dumbledore did have some reason she decided, "But everyone knows he's alive, he'll be famous, he'll...we can't..."

"Tell them."

McGonagall stopped arguing and nodded. "Where is he?" she snapped as a realization hit her, "You didn't let Hagrid bring him?"

"I would trust Hagrid with my life and yours too, if it came down to it." said Dumbledore.

"I didn't say I didn't trust him." said McGonagall in a very annoyed tone. "It's just he's so...what in heavens name was that noise."

McGonagall would have it was the rumble of thunder if the motorcycle hadn't come down from the sky. She recognized it the second she saw it. That was Sirius Black's motorcycle; he had brought it the day he graduated for Hogwarts. But just by looking at the extremely large man on the bike she could tell it was Hagrid. He had a bundle of blankets McGonagall assumed.

"Hagrid, where did you get that?" the Hogwarts teacher yelled, "You know how many muggles can hear that thing?"

"Well, Minerva, I'm sure they do now."

McGonagall felt a heat in her cheeks, not quite a blush but if she'd been forty years younger it would have been.

"Sirius Black was at the house he let me borrow his motorcycle."

"No problems, were there?"

"No, sir...Poor little angel, been asleep for a half hour. Do we really have to leave him with muggles?"

"No, Hagrid. The muggles are dead."

Hagrid started sobbing more, "Poor Harry, the muggles were bad enough now the boy little child has nothing."

"Quiet!" Minerva snapped, "You'll wake the muggles."

"S-Sorry..."

"Who will take care of him?" Minerva demanded to know.



"No way on hell!!" Severus Snape yelled.

"Please, watch your language!" snapped Dumbledore as he looked at the child to see if he was still sleeping, "Severus, I'm offering you a job if..."

"If I'll look after this brat!" he screamed, "Are you senile!" Snape bit his words, Dumbledore had done a lot for him, saved him from the darkness and now he was offering him a job.

"How long?"

"Well, I was hoping till he enters Hogwarts."

"Molly would love to have another brat." he busted out.

"Severus, I want him here. You promised."

"What?"

"You promised Lily you'd always be friends, will you really turn you back on her child after she's dead."

Dumbledore's words hit him like a knife, Snape cared more for Lily than anyone could imagined.

"There's something else, isn't there."

"Yes, he musntknowwhoheis!"

Snape's eyes widened, "You want him to think he's my child!!!"

"Yes, it's the only way to insure his safety."

"I'm going to regret saying this."

"Saying what?"

Note: I don't own anything. I guess you know what happens. Sorry this chapter is so short, I've been busy. But I will update soon. That is if people like it. Always,

Rebecca.