The Heir of Hogwarts

The Boy Who Lived

It was a quiet night on Privet Drive Little Whinging, Surrey. Vernon Dursley had a long day at work. He kept seeing weird, dressed people, and could have sworn the same cat sat by the stop sign all day. What made the sight of the cat even more strange, was it looked like it was reading a map. 

Swoosh.

Swoosh.

Swoosh.

All around, the lights of the streetlamps were flicking off. Soon, as the last light went out, the street was pitch black. Then, if anyone were awake, they would hear footsteps coming from the end of the street. The footsteps came from an old man in blue robes that had stars sprinkling them. He had a long, brown beard that was quickly changing to white. He wore crescent moon spectacles on his long, straight, nose. Any normal person would say he looked strange.

The man walked up to a tabby cat, the same one Vernon Dursley had seen all day, and nodded to it. He then spoke, "Ah, Minerva. I thought I would find you here." Said tabby cat changed into a tall woman. Her hair was a silky light brown and it fell right below her shoulders.

"Well, Albus, I hope you didn't expect me to sit around all night and not do nothing. Not after what has happened." The woman's voice sounded stern as she spoke.

"Everyone is out celebrating though. Shouldn't you be as well?"

The woman scoffed. "Most people see tonight as a victory for the light. I see it as we just lost two very good friends." Minerva's stern, straight face turned into a frown. "Also, I have been watching these muggles all day long. I don't see them fit to raise the Potter boy." The woman looked at the man, realizing his hands were by his side. "Where is little Harry anyway?"

"Oh, Hagrid will be dropping him off soon."

As if on key, a shape appeared up in the clouds. A moment later, a motorcycle landed infront of the two people. Atop the motorcycle sat a large man with a brown beard. He had a small, baby boy in his arms as he dismounted the enchanted bike. "Oh, does he have to go? Will he be okay here? He shouldn't be left with muggles." The large man had tears forming in his eyes.

"I for once agree with Hagrid." The woman spoke up again.

"These are Harry's last living relatives." The man turned to the bigger man. "Now, now, Hagrid. Please hand over Harry to me." The big, ugly man, nodded as he handed the small boy to the man. "I promise he will be alright." That seemed to make the big man, Hagrid, stop crying.

The man walked over to the doorstep of the house and set the boy down in a basket. Now, under the porch light of 4 Privet Drive, the boy's green eyes shone brightly, and his lightning bolt shaped scar stood out on his small head. The symbol that the entire wizarding world will come to some day know. Whether it be for when he was a baby, or when he became older.

The three people walked away from the small baby that was lying on the porch. Hagrid climbed onto his motorcycle and flew away.

"Albus I sure do hope you know what you're doing." Minerva shifted back into a tabby cat as she spoke. The man, named Albus, nodded his head before clicking his lighter.

Privet Drive was once more lit and there was no sign that anybody had been there that night. Well, no sign save the baby boy on the Dursley's doorstep.