Poppy Potter

Just the Beginning

An owl was sat on the street sign of the dark neighbourhood street of Privet Drive, before flying off to reveal the arrival of an old man with a long silvery white beard and hair, walking down the street from the forest. He paused for a moment, just before the first streetlamp, before taking something out of his pocket.

Before using said device, to take all the light from them, casting the street into darkness.

But this was not the strangest thing, for as he slowly made his way further up the street, a small tabby cat in dark gray and black meowed at him, causing him to smile fondly. "I should have known that you would be here...Professor McGonagall."

The cat meowed once more before sniffing, and then transfigured herself into a human form, a tall woman with a tall black witches hat and dark emerald robes. With the same dark circle glasses around her eyes as the cat had been wearing. "Good evening, Professor Dumbledore. Are the rumours true, Albus?"

"I'm afraid so, Professor." The first man, Professor Albus Dumbledore, nodded sadly. "The good, and the bad."

"And the children?" Minerva McGonagall asked him, looking anxious.

"Hagrid is bringing them."

The elderly witch looked no less anxious with this revelation, in fact, was slightly more worried. "Do you think it wise to trust Hagrid with something as important as this?"

"Ah, Professor, I would trust Hagrid with my life."

And then the Silence of the street was replaced with a low rumbling of what sounded like an old motorbike. But there was no sign of headlights coming up the road. The two magical professors looked up into the sky, seeing the motorcycle coming down on them from above, before skidding the to a stop on the street.

The rider of this strange automobile then took off his goggles and looked at them both. "Professor Dumbledore, Sir. Professor McGonagall."

"No problems, I trust, Hagrid?" Dumbledore asked, walking towards him.

Hagrid, the large, hairy yet gentle man shook his head, the bristles of his large bushy black beard making a rustling noise. "No, sir. Little tykes fell asleep just as we were flying over Bristol. Heh. Try not to wake them. There you go."

Then the man passed over one tiny sleeping infant to the elder man, and a second to the woman, who cradled the child like they were as precious as the stars. "Albus, do you really think its safe, leaving them with these people? I've been watching them all day. They're the worst sort of Muggles imaginable. They really are."

Dumbledore was slowly walking towards a house now, still holding the first child. "The only family they have."

Then they reached the house they wanted, and went to the front door. "The boy will be famous. There wont be a child in our world who doesn't know his name, and his sister will not be far behind."

"Exactly." Dumbledore agreed with his colleague and friend. "They're better off growing up away from all that. Until they are ready." The man looked up as Hagrid coughed, trying to sniffle back tears. "There, there, Hagrid. It's not really good-bye, after all."

Hagrid nodded sadly as Professor McGonagall placed the second child, the girl, down on the front doorstep of the house, and Dumbledore took a letter and added it onto the infants. The boy, slightly bigger than his sister, had a small cut in the shape of a lightening bolt on his forehead, while the girl merely had a slight burn on her arm in the shape of an Ankh.

"Good luck...Harry and Poppy Potter."

10 Years Later- Poppy:

I woke up to a click and a knocking at the door to the tiny cupboard I shared with my twin brother, and knew right away that it was Aunt Petunia, wanting us to get up. "Up. Get up." She knocked again before sighing. "Now!"