Number 4 Privet Drive

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It was a late autumn night in Privet Drive with not a person in sight as the night grew colder, but one elderly man slowly walks down the road of Privet Drive who appeared to be waiting for something, he goes into his pocket and takes out a small device no smaller than a drinking flask, he lift's it into the air and flicks a switch sucking in the light of the lamposts around Privet Drive leaving the road in complete darkness

The elderly man sits on a small wall watching a tabby cat sit inches away from and smiles

Elderly man: Ah, Professor McGonagall, what brings to here

The tabby cat quickly changes into a women who looked in her late 50s who worn a pointy black hat, she looked surprised by the elderly man

McGonagall: Professor Dumbledore, how did you know it was me ?

Dumbledore was eating sherbet lemons as he speaks to Professor McGonagall

Dumbledore: You looked oddly stiff for a cat

McGonagall: You would to if you were sitting here all day

Dumbledore was surprised by McGonagall's words

Dumbledore: All day!! Why weren't you out celebrating, I've passed many homes celebrating tonight

McGonagall was looking gloomy

McGonagall: What is there to celebrate with all that ruckus we're causing, shooting stars, owls all over the place, strange clothing, they aren't all stupid you know, I heard it on What they call the News

Dumbledore stands with McGonagall and continues to walk up the dark road of Privet Drive

Dumbledore: It's been eleven years since the day Voldemort began his rain of terror and now it's finally over, why not celebrate a little

McGonagall wince at the name that Dumbledore spoke of

McGonagall: Do you really have to use that name

Dumbledore: Why not, it is his name after all, to those who hide from it only inspires fear

They arrived at 4 Privet Drive standing there looking at the house where McGonagall has been watching over through the day, she turns to Dumbledore looking most upset

McGonagall: You don't intend to leave the poor boys with them do you

Dumbledore: It's the only family they have left

McGonagall: But they are vile people, not to mention know nothing of the magical world, the boys will be famous, their won't be a child in our world who doesn't know their names

Dumbledore: Exactly, they'll be better off growing up away from all that, until they're ready

They continued to wait outside the house until McGonagall spoke once more

McGonagall: How are they getting here

Dumbledore: Hagrid is bringing them

Professor McGonagall looked rather worried

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

Dumbledore felt slightly insulted by the remark

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

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

Hagrid: Professor Dumbledore sir, Professor McGonagall

The two professors walked towards the giant man as he stepped off the motorcycle with two small boys fast asleep in his left arm

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