Y/n and Harry Potter [Year 1]

Chapter 1

Third Person's Pov:

It is nighttime in Surrey, an owl on the street sign 'Private Drive' and to left the street with very identical looking brown bricked houses. The owl flies away and an elderly man with crimson robes and a long silvery white beard walks out of a forest near the street, past a tabby cat standing next to what looks like a shed. He takes out his deluminator and activates it. Dumbledore zaps all the light out of the lampposts. He puts away the device and a cat meows. Dumbledore looks down at the cat.

"I should have known that you would be here...Professor McGonagall." The man says.

The cat silently looks at him. The cat's shadow turns into a woman with a tall hat. There are footsteps and an old lady with a deep green gown appears.

"Good evening, Professor Dumbledore. Are the rumors true, Albus?" McGonagall asks. "I'm afraid so, Professor. The good, and the bad." Dumbledore says.

"And the kids?" The lady asks, with worry in her tone. "Hagrid is bringing them." Dumbledore says.

"Do you think it wise to trust Hagrid with something as important as this? "Ah, Professor, I would trust Hagrid with my life." Dumbledore tells.

A motor sound, and the two professors look up to see a flying motorcycle coming down from the air. It skids on the street and halts. A large man with shoulder length black hair and beard named Hagrid takes off his goggles.

"Professor Dumbledore, Sir. Professor McGonagall." Hagrid says. "No problems, I trust, Hagrid?" Dumbledore asks.

"No, sir. Little tykes fell asleep just as we were flying over Bristol. Heh. Try not to wake them. There you go." He says, handing him the two sleeping one year Olds, swaddled in a blanket.

"Albus, do you really think it's safe, leaving them 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 interrupts.

They stop outside a house which is 4 Privet Drive. These twins will be famous. There won't be a child in our world who doesn't know their names." McGonagall says.

"Exactly. Their better off growing up away from all that. Until they are ready." Dumbledore says.

Dumbledore places the babies on the ground slowly. Hagrid sniffles, he is sobbing a little. He clears his throat. "There, there, Hagrid. It's not really goodbye, after all." Dumbledore smiles.

Hagrid nods. Dumbledore takes a letter and places it on the two babies who are now at the foot of the door.

"Good luck... Y/n and Harry Potter." Dumbledore says.