Harry Potter And The Philosophers Stone

Prologue

THIRD POV:

It was a terrible night tonight for something terrible had previously happened earlier.

An owl is sitting on the 'Pivet Drive' sign then flies away people, couples and families are at rest and street lights left on.

But not for long, as an old man with a dark magenta robe and pointed hat long grey beard stopping at his waist, along with long, grey hair and glasses over his eyes taking away the light in the street lamps.
Going by the name Albus Percival Wilfred Brian Dumbledore, Headmaster of Hogwarts; School of witchcraft and wizardry.

He stops once all the lights in the street are out and closes his contraption stopped by a faint-

'Mreow'

Albus starts to speak,
'I should've known you'd be here.
Professor McGonagall.'

Suddenly the cat morphs from its cat-like form to a elder women known as Minerva McGonagall they start to spark a conversation Minerva clearly showing signs of worry or fear.
'Good evening professor Dumbledore.'
They walk through the street and talk

'Are the rumours true, Albus?
'I'm afraid so professor.'
'The good and the bad.'
'And the children?'
'Hagrid is bringing them.'

'Do you think it wise to trust Hagrid with something as important as this?'
'Ah, professor, I would trust Hagrid with my life.'

They stop as lights appearing along with the sound of a motorcycle in the air.
The man driving it carrying something but still driving with goggles over his face this was Rubeus Hagrid.
He takes off his goggles and starts another conversation by greeting them.

'Professor Dumbledore, sir.
Professor McGonagall.'
'No problems, I trust, Hagrid?'
'No sir.'

Hagrid starts getting off the vehicle.

'Little ones just fell asleep as we were flying over Bristol.'

He said walking over and handing each of them a baby wrapped nice and warm in blankets and the same with the other but they were a bit taller than the other baby.

'Try not 'o wake 'em.'

McGonagall smile nervously holding the older one by a few while Dumbledore took the younger one. Both asleep.

'There ya go.'

They started walking over Minerva making sure the child she held was alright but saw a scar on their cheek like a slash but just barely missing their eye it was quite thin though.

Dumbledore on the other hand saw the baby he was holding had a lighting bolt scar on the side of his forehead barely able to see it but still there.

'Albus, do you really think it's safe, leaving them with these people?'

Minerva started still concerned for the children.

'I've watched them all day. They're the worst sort of Muggles, imaginable.'

'They really are-'
'The only family he has. That they will learn to get used to and protect him and he protects them.'

'These two will be famous.'
She said cradling the child in her arms slightly.
'There won't be a child in our world who doesn't know their names.'
She cautiously put the child next to the boy.
'Exactly. They're far better off growing away from all of that.'

'Until they're ready.'

Hagrid started tearing up and sniffled a bit.

They both turned to him

'There, there, Hagrid.'
'It's not really goodbye, after all.'

Hagrid nodded slightly, the professors then turned back at the pair. Dumbledore placed a letter in-between them that read on the front;
Mr and Mrs V.Dursley,
4 Privet Drive,
Little Whinging,
Surrey.
'Goodluck Harry Potter, and you too Y/N.'

HARRY POTTER
AND
THE
PHILOSOPHER'S
STONE