"At first, she saw Hagrid. Simply Hagrid. She smiled warmly at the man, and started to greet him. She stopped. Confused. He was holding a baby, specifically one with dark hair sticking every which way from the thick blue blanket they were swaddled in. Her mind halted. No…." A story in which there is a Potter left to take Harry in; his godmother. Begins Halloween, 1981.