Mystery (Fred Weasley x Y/n Potter)

*The Twins who Lived*

3rd. Pov

On the evening of November 1st of 1981. A tall, thin and quite frankly a very old man came onto a street. It was clear that this man was not like any other people to ever live on this street. He wore a long robe with a deep purple that swept over the ground like an ocean wave. He stood tall with high-heeled buckled boots.

His eyes shimmered of light blue like the sky, with half-moon spectacles that sat on his nose that seemed to be broken one too many times. He ran his hands through his pockets, taking out something that looked like a lighter. He spotted a cat that was to still to be a cat. 

"Ah. I should have known." He flicked the lighter and the lights along the street went out one by one. 

"Hello, Professor McGonagall," he turned to the cat. 

The cat shifted into a tall, regal woman with square glasses and an emerald cloak. Her hair tight in a bun. "How did you know it was me, Professor Dumbledore?" the lady spoke as they turned walking down the street

"I have never seen a cat sit so still before." Dumbledore hummed amused. 

"Are the rumors true, Albus." McGonagall voice shook with worry

"Rumor?" Dumbledore glanced at her before looking forward

"What they are saying. Is that You-Know-who turned up in Godric's Hollow. He went to find the Potters. The rumor is Lily and James Potter ar-are...that they're dead"

"I am afraid so professor," Professor Dumbledore nodded one

McGonagall hand flew to her mouth as she gasped, "And the twins? What will happen to them?"

"Hagrid is bringing them," Dumbledore took out a watch

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

"Ah, Professor, I would trust Hagrid with my life," said Professor Dumbledore

A low rumbling sound occurred but it didn't come from either side of the street. McGonagall and Dumbledore looked up to see a motorcycle flying towards them. It landed on the pavement of the road bouncing a few times. The man riding the motorcycle was twice as tall and five times as wide of a normal man. He had long gushy hair and beard that made him look like a teddy bear. His hands were the size of a trash can lid. He held two small bundles of blankets in his arms.

"Hagrid," Said Dumbledore "No problems, I trust,"

"No sir. The house was almost destroyed but I got them out all right before the muggles started swarmin' around. They fell asleep as we were flying over Bristol," Hagrid carefully got off the motorcycle and to the two professors. "Try not to wake them. there you go," 

He handed the little boy with jet-black hair with a cut of a lightning bolt on his forehead to Dumbledore. He handed the little girl with semi-long red hair sweeping her face with the same scar as her brothers. 

McGonagall moved the hair out of the girls face to get a better look at the young girl. They walked to the door of a house. "Albus, do you really think it is 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 they have left," Dumbledore spoke indifferently. 

"They will be famous. There won't be a child in our world who doesn't know their names," said McGonagall

"Exactly. They are far better off growing up away from all of that," said Dumbledore "Until they are ready,"

They set the pair of twins down on the ground in front of the door. Placing a letter underneath their hands. Hagrid started to cry and sniffle "There, there Hagrid. It's not really good-bye after all," Dumbledore tapped his arm. "Best be going and join celebrations," 

"Right, I have to get the bike back to Sirius now," Hagrid sniffled

"I shall see you soon-I expect- Professor McGonagall," said Professor Dumbledore 

She nodded and walked off. He turned to the street and flicked the lighter and all the light were restored in the street once more. He turned back around to the pair of twins that were laying on the step of the house,

"Good Luck Y/n and Harry Potter," 

As the night went on and the trees flowed with the wind. Harry moved inside his blanket to his sister holding the envelope not knowing they would be woken in a few hours time by Mrs. Dursley screams as she opened the door to put out the milk bottles, nor spend the next few weeks being poked or pinched by their Cousin Dudley.