Their life | wtm

Leaving babies on doorstep with ugly looking family? Prison.

It is nighttime in Surrey, and an owl perches on the street sign labeled PRIVET DRIVE. The camera pans over the identical-looking, brown-bricked houses lining the street. The owl takes flight, disappearing into the night as an elderly man with crimson robes and a long, silvery white beard—Albus Dumbledore—emerges from a forest near the street, walking past a tabby cat standing next to what looks like a shed.

He takes out his Deluminator and activates it, zapping all the light from the lampposts. Putting the device away, he hears a cat’s soft meow and glances down.

"Oooh, what is that beauty?" James asked with curiosity. "That's a Deluminator; unfortunately, Ron got that," Delphine said with disappointment.

“I should have known that you would be here...Professor McGonagall,” Dumbledore says with a hint of amusement as he looks at the cat. The cat silently watches him, and the camera shifts towards a wall. 

The cat’s shadow elongates and transforms into a woman in a tall hat and emerald robes. With a few steps forward, Minerva McGonagall is revealed.

"Minnie!" James and Sirius screamed out. McGonagall sighed with resignation, as she had told them many times before not to call her that, but she was getting used to it and quite liked it.

“Good evening, Professor Dumbledore. Are the rumors true, Albus?” McGonagall asks, her tone filled with worry.

Dumbledore nods, a trace of gravity in his voice. “I’m afraid so, Professor. The good, and the bad.”

"What happened...?" Lily asked, feeling a sense of dread. Harry and Delphine looked at each other with grief, tears in their eyes but not letting them fall.

James looked at the twins with concern. "Harry...Delphine...what happened?"

"The day you died," Harry said, and everyone was shocked. Marlene asked with fear, "B-by who...?"

"You'll find out," Delphine replied with sadness.

The rest of the Marauders looked on in disbelief. "But-where are we...I mean, one of us should've gotten y'all." Remus said with confusion.

The twins remained silent, but Lily and James pulled them into a hug, sharing their comfort as the twins cried.

After some time, and once the twins stopped crying, the movie resumed.

“And the twins?” McGonagall presses, her voice laced with concern.

Dumbledore replies, his tone steady. “Hagrid is bringing them.”

McGonagall frowns slightly. “Do you think it is wise to trust Hagrid with something as important as this?” she asks, her voice tinged with doubt.

Dumbledore’s tone remains reassuring. “Ah, Professor, I would trust Hagrid with my life.”

"You can trust Hagrid with your secrets only if you make him forget," Delphine said, being serious. "So true.” Regulus whispered.

Delphine looked over at Regulus, sending him a wink and a smile that made him grin shyly.

"Ooooh," Evan said teasingly. Harry and James, along with Sirius, glared at Regulus, looking protective.

Suddenly, the sound of a motor breaks the quiet, and the two professors look up to see a flying motorcycle descending from the sky. It skids to a halt on the street, and a large man with shoulder-length black hair and a beard—Rubeus Hagrid—removes his goggles with a smile.