Dreams Of Reality | Harry Potter

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(A/N I am currently re watching Harry Potter and The Philosopher's Stone right now to write this whole story)
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An owl flies across the house as a figure comes out of the dark woods. Professor Dumbledore. He gets out a lighter-shaped container and starts taking light from the lamp posts. After he takes all the lights out, a cat meows. He looks down, "I should have known you would be here, Professor McGonagall.." He says to the cat. It slowly turns into a person. Professor McGonagall.

"Good evening, Professor Dumbledore." She says to Dumbledore. She walks next to him as they continue walking down the muggle neighborhood. "Are the rumors true, Albus?" She asks with a tone of worry in her voice to Dumbledore.

"I'm afraid so, professor." He replies, "The good.. and the bad."

"And them?" She asks. Worry is in her voice once again.

"Hagrid is bringing them." Dumbledore replies.

"Is it wise to trust Hagrid with something as important as this?" She asks. Worry still in her voice.

"Ah. Professor, I would trust Hagrid with my life" Dumbledore replies, looking down at her. They both hear a noise and look up. A bright blue light shining from the sky, getting closer each second. A figure comes out of the shadows on a flying motorcycle. Rubeus Hagrid. McGonagall and Dumbledore look shocked. Hagrid speaks, "Professor Dumbledore, sir. Professor McGonagall." He says as he takes off his goggles.

"No problems, I trust, Hagrid?" Dumbledore asks.

Hagrid replies, "No, sir." He continues, "Little tykes fell asleep as we were flying over Bristol. Try not to wake them." He says and hands one baby to Dumbledore, and one baby to McGonagall. "There you go."

"Albus." McGonagall whispers as they walk towards a house. "Do you really think it's safe, leaving them with these people?" She asks, worry in the tone of her voice again. "I've watched them all day. They're the worst sort of Muggles." She says, Dumbledore still doesn't speak. She speaks again, trying to convince him, "They really are--"

Dumbledore interrupts her, "The only family they have."

"They'll be famous. Every child in our world will know their names." McGonagall says.

"Exactly." Dumbledore says quickly. Hagrid starts tearing up. "They're far better off growing up away from all of that." Dumbledore continues, in a sad tone *kind of*. He looks over at McGonagall and Hagrid, "Until they're ready." He takes one last look at the two and puts one down as McGonagall hands him the other as he puts the other baby down, also. Hagrid cries and takes a deep breath. He breaths outs, the cold making his breath look as though it's smoke. Dumbledore's head perks up as speaks to Hagrid. "There, there, Hagrid. It's not really goodbye, after all." Hagrid nods. McGonagall and Dumbledore turn around and take one last look at the two babies. A brother and a sister. Raven Potter, and Harry Potter. Dumbledore puts down a card, saying "Mr. and Mrs. V. Dursley. 4 Privet Drive, Little Whinging, Surrey."

Dumbledore speaks once again, "Good luck." He says as he looks at both of the twins's scars above both of their right eyes on their foreheads. "...Raven and Harry Potter."