Harry and Co Watch the Movies

Chapter 12: The Philosophers' stone: Boy who lived

Harry's P. O.V.

I said okay and waved my hand and the tables all changed To sofas and pillows and blankets and a table appeared with wizarding and muggle snacks on it. I sat down with Ginny, Alexa and Fred and Mine and Alexa's parents. Ron and Mione were sitting with Luna and their parents the Weasleys were sitting on the sofa between me, Ginny, Fred, Alexa and Ron and Mione. Everyone else sat with their family aside from Draco and Astoria they were sitting on the bean bags that I conjured on the floor so that they were close to us not wanting to away from us after nearly losing us a month ago. Minerva stood up and put the first movie on.

Harry Potter and Alexa Black and The Philosopher's Stone

Dark at this hour, except for the street lamps that dot thestreet, spilling deep pools of light upon the ground.On the far corner, a man materializes out of the darkness. He is tall and thin, with a silver beard long enough to tuck into his belt. He wears a purple cloak and is roughly one hundred and fifty years old. He is Albus Dumbledore. Dumbledore removes a small silver object from his cloak the Put-Outer. He extends his hand and clicks the nearest street lamp goes out with a soft pop. He continues to click the Put-outer until all the lamps go dark. He turns, spies a cat, sitting on the wall of Number Four.

He smiles knowingly. Dumbledore said I should have known you'd be here, Professor McGonagall. The cat leaps forward, Transfigures itself into a rather severe-looking woman in an emerald green cloak. Professor McGonagall are the rumors true, Albus Dumbledore(smile fading) I'm afraid so. The good and the bad.

Professor McGonagall said and the boy and girl Dumbledore said Hagrid's bringing him and Flitwick is bringing the girl to her aunt and uncle. Professor McGonagall asked do you think it's wise to trust Hagrid with something as important as this? "The future generation said I'd trust Hagrid with my life just not our secrets." Dumbledore said I would trust Hagrid with my life, Professor. A low rumble disturbs the skies. Dumbledore and McGonagall look up and--suddenly--a huge motorcycle plummets through the clouds to the ground with a thunderous roar. As the Smoke clears, a figure climbs off. He is Hagrid and is quite obviously, a giant. In his vast, muscular arms, he holds a bundle of blankets.

Hagrid said Ev'ning, Professor Dumbledore sir.Professor McGonagall Dumbledore asked No problems, I take it, Hagrid? Hagrid replied no sir Little tyke fell ter sleep aswe was flyin' o'er Bristol. Hagrid steps forward and Dumbledore takes the bundle turns toward the doorstep.Professor McGonagall asked Albus, do you really think it best toleave him here with these people I've been watching them all day.They're the worst sort of Mugglesimaginable. Dumbledore said yes they're the only family he has.

Professor McGonagall said this boy will be famous; There won't be a child in our world who doesn't know his name. Harry said thank you professor for trying. Dumbledore said exactly, It would be enough to turn any boy's head. Famous before he can walk and talk. Famous for something he won't even remember no he'll be much better off growing up away from all that until he's ready.

Dumbledore lays the bundle on the mat. Hagrid sniffles. Harry smiled and said hey Hagrid its okay I'm okay and safe. All the mothers all yelled at Albus you left a baby on a porch. Dumbles said I would have put spells on him to keep him safe Ginny yelled along with the girls said and other things on him you old goat.

Harry, Ron, Fred, Neville, Draco, Rolf and Lyle pulled the girls into their laps and hugged them and Flitwick pressed play on the movies. Dumbledore said there, there, Hagrid it's not really goodbye, after all. Hagrid nods. Dumbledore tucks a parchment envelope into the blankets and steps back, his face suddenly dark serious said Good luck, Harry Potter. The camera dollies forward, toward the swaddled baby. A cut, still fresh, gleams on the baby's forehead. It is in the shape of a bolt of lightning.