Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or Pokémon; they belong to their respective owners.
"Goodbye Harry Potter," said Albus Dumbledore, as he disapparated away, leaving the one-year-old child on the freezing cold doorstep of Number Four, Privet Drive with only a thin, moth-eaten blanket to cover him in the basket.
Hours passed, a dry wind swirled the few remaining leaves as the sun peeked over the horizon. Harry's tiny hand clenched around the letter left by Dumbledore.
Suddenly, an extremely bright light, as blinding as the sun, appeared, its centre being the young Harry Potter. Disappearing as quickly as it had appeared, there was no sign that there had ever been a child on the doorstep…
A'N This is the first chapter of my first ever story. Please review.