▛ ²Act 1 ▟ | chapter 1

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𝕳𝖆𝖗𝖗𝖞 𝕻𝖔𝖙𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝕻𝖍𝖎𝖑𝖔𝖘𝖔𝖕𝖍𝖊𝖗'𝖘 𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖓𝖊
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Everyone was then sat in their respective seats. Everyone was well curious about what the future holds.

[It is nighttime in Surrey, we see an owl on the street sign "PRIVET DRIVE" and the camera pans to 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 named Albus Dumbledore 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.]

"Minnie!" The marauders shouted, which then received a few shush's from the crowd who just wants to watch the 'movie' or the future - peacefully. Minnie just shook her head and sighed. Thinking about whether to quit now or just be patient and be the headmistress.

Dumbledore: I should have known that you would be here...Professor McGonagall.

"I.... Knew IT!!!! Ha! Take that -" just then, Euphemia slapped her son's shoulder, with a menacing glare that was glued upon her face. In her head, it in all honesty, according to her and other moms is not how a teenager should act. They should behave like children. At least, children can behave while her children, - let's move on.

[The cat silently looks at him, and the camera turns towards a wall. The cat's shadow turns into a woman with a tall hat. There are footsteps and Minerva McGonagall is revealed.]

McGonagall: Good evening, Professor Dumbledore. Are the rumors true, Albus?

"What rumors?" Muttered James who turned to the rest of the Marauders who just gave him a shrug.

Dumbledore: I'm afraid so, Professor. The good, and the bad

McGonagall: And the boy?

Dumbledore: Hagrid is bringing him.

McGonagall: Do you think it wise to trust Hagrid with something as important as this?

"I would trust Hagrid my life, in all honesty - just not with your secrets, aye Prongs?" James says as Sirius topped his sentence off with a sprinkle of facts.

Dumbledore: Ah, Professor, I would trust Hagrid with my life.

Right then and there, the flustered, half-giant sheepishly muttered a 'thank you, professor' to the old man. The old man then just smiled at his ex-student.

[There is 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 a beard named Rubeus Hagrid takes off his goggles.]

"I want that!!! Mom/Mia, we want that, pleaseeeeeeeee" chorused Sirius and James to Euphemia. Euphemia, Minerva, and Remus in 1, 2, 3, - "absolutely NOT!" It was chaos. On the other hand, Peter was just there. Thinking 'when have I ever experienced peace and harmony again?' When, for a fact, since they met on the train - he hasn't experienced it yet for a while.

If Sirius and James were the chaotic duos, Remus would be the mum of the group and peace-maker, whilst Peter is just there - either as an audience, Remus 2.0, or James and Sirius' Lil bro. - menace.

Hagrid: Professor Dumbledore, Sir. Professor McGonagall.

Dumbledore: No problems, I trust, Hagrid?

Hagrid: No, sir. Little tyke fell asleep just as we were flying over Bristol. Heh. Try not to wake him. There you go.

[Hagrid hands a baby wrapped in a bundle over to Dumbledore.]

McGonagall: Albus, 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...

Dumbledore: The only family he has.

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¡ nyxhia; ¡

There'll be a part two for chapter 1, and ik this is kinda lame but like -, I'm not a professional author. But I do hope that although this chapter is pretty short, you enjoyed it.
Plus, make sure to leave your thoughts down below!!! Xoxo, - nyxhia

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