A neighborhood on a street called Privet Drive. An owl, sitting on the street sign flies off to reveal a mysterious appearing old man walking through a forest near the street. He stops at the start of the street and takes out a mechanical device and zaps all the light out of the lampposts. He puts away the device and a cat meows. The man, ALBUS DUMBLEDORE, looks down at the cat, which is a tabby and is sitting on a brick ledge.
Dumbledore: I should have known that you would be here...Professor McGonagall.
The cat meows, sniffs out and the camera pans back to a wall. The cats shadow is seen progressing into a human. There are footsteps and MINERVA MCGONAGALL is revealed.
McGonagall: Good evening, Professor Dumbledore. Are the rumors true, Albus?
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?
Albus: 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 on the street and halts. A large man, RUBEUS HAGRID, takes off his goggles.
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 in a blanket over to Dumbledore.
McGonagall: Albus, do you really think its safe, leaving him with these people? I've been watching them all day. They're the worst sort of Muggles imaginable. They really are
Dumbledore: The only family he has.
They stop outside a house.
McGonagall: This boy will be famous. There wont be a child in our world who doesn't know his name.
Dumbledore: Exactly. He's better off growing up away from all that. Until he is ready.
Hagrid coughs and sniffles, he is crying. He clears his throat.
Dumbledore: There, there, Hagrid. It's not really good-bye, after all.
Hagrid nods. Dumbledore takes a letter and places it on the baby, who is now at the foot of the door. The baby has a visible lightning-bolt shaped scar on his forehead.
Dumbledore: Good luck...Harry Potter.
Celeste pov: Age 8
"Celeste!" My mother shouts from downstairs what could I have possibly done now at 9 in the morning "Coming mother" I yelling back
I rushed down the stairs to see boxes around the room "what's going on?" I ask as I look around the room
"We're moving back to London." My mother states firmly "I love New York!" I exclaim crossing my arms
"We're not safe here" She mumbles to herself "what" I ask "nothing dear, we are moving at that is final" she declared looking in my eyes
"First you won't tell me about dad next thing you know my eyes change colours and now we're moving and you don't even care about how I feel! So thank you for ruin my life!" I scream stomping up the stairs
Mothers pov
First you won't tell me about dad next thing you know my eyes change colours and now we're moving and you don't even care about how I feel! So thank you for ruin my life!" She screams stomping up the stairs
"If only she knew.. maybe she would hate me more or maybe just a little less." I say letting my thoughts take me
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