November 1, 1981
It was nighttime in Surrey, England, and the streets were dark. An owl was perched on a street sign that read "Privet Drive", near some very identical looking brown brick houses. The owl flew away as an elderly man with crimson robes and a long silvery white beard walked out of a forest near the street, past a tabby cat standing next to a shed. The man's name was Albus Dumbledore, Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry and one of the most powerful wizards of all time.
He took out his deluminator and activated it, zapping all the light out of the lamp posts before putting away the device.
The tabby cat meowed, and Dumbledore looked down.
"I should have known that you would be here... Professor McGonagall." Dumbledore said to the cat, who silently looked at him. The next moment, the cat and its shadow morphed into a woman with a tall hat. It was Professor Minerva McGonagall.
"Good evening, Professor Dumbledore." She greeted him. "Are the rumours true, Albus?"
"I'm afraid so, Professor." Dumbledore responded grimly. "The good, and the bad."
"And the boy?" McGonagall added.
"Hagrid is bringing him." Dumbledore replied.
"Do you think it wise to trust Hagrid with something as important as this?" McGonagall asked the Headmaster.
"Ah, Professor, I would trust Hagrid with my life." Dumbledore answered.
Before McGonagall could say any more, a sound of a motor was heard. The two professors looked up to see a flying motorcycle coming down from the air. It skidded on the street and halted. On it sat the aforementioned school's gamekeeper. Rubeus Hagrid was an absolute giant of a man with shoulder length black hair and beard, and he spoke with a thick West Country accent.
"Professor Dumbledore, Sir. Professor McGonagall." He greeted the two, removing his goggles.
"No problems, I trust, Hagrid?" Dumbledore asked him.
"No, sir. Little tyke fell asleep just as we were flying over Bristol. Heh. Try not teh wake him, there yeh go."
He handed a baby wrapped in a bundle over to the Headmaster. The baby evidently had a scar in the shape of a lightning bolt on his forehead.
It was then that Professor McGonagall spoke up. "Albus," she said. "Do you really think it's safe, leaving him with these people? I've watched them all day. They're the worst sort of Muggles imaginable. They really are--"
"The only family he has." Dumbledore cut in.
The three stopped outside a house with a sign that read: 4 Privet Drive.
"This boy will be famous." McGonagall continued. "There won't be a child in our world who doesn't know his name."
"Exactly." Dumbledore responded. "He's better off growing up away from all that, until he is ready."
With that, the elderly Headmaster placed the baby at the foot of the door. Hagrid was heard sniffling.
"There, there, Hagrid." Dumbledore said to the half-giant. "It's not really goodbye, after all."
Hagrid nodded, and Dumbledore took a letter and placed it on the baby.
Dumbledore turned to go.
"Good luck... Harry Potter."
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