Harry Potter and the philosophers stone

The boy who lived

The miss Dursley's of 14 privet drive were extremely ordinary thank you very much but they had a secret, 2 weeks after adopting a ,very slim, baby boy from America and calling him Dudley (I mean Dudley Dursley come on there has to be a child abuse law against that right?? no??What a shame... the poor boy) They had already feed him so much food that he was as fat as the cow next door ( and Betsy the cow what massive) petunia Evans (or petunia Dudley as she was now called since she got married after knowing Violet Dursley for only half a year and only dating her for a quarter of it) and her wife stayed just as skinny even more so ,it seemed to the people around them, but after only having their 'precious' baby for only a month petunias true past came out

it was about midnight when it happened (or so I am told) the hooded figure of a man appeared out of nowhere he was dressed In a dark blue almost like the sky but somehow darker It seemed to dance in the light of the street lamps as if magic but I wouldn't be so foolish to say that obviously it was just a fancy material or that's what I would say if I were a muggle but I'm clearly no muggle how would I be using the.       
                  for the memory's I clearly wasn't there so I can't tell you from my own memories could I. well I was there for some of it but for the earlier parts of the story I'll have to tell you from what others can remember everyone thought I was dead. This strange man pulled what could haves been a lighter or a pen (it was hard to tell) out of his cloak and clicked it twice every few steps as he did so the lights on either side jumped away from its post and flew to the small contraption in his hand. He walked with confidence in a kind of glide.when he got to the end of the colder sack but he didn't click his odd pen like thing again he just left one light illuminated right outside number 14 a small  brick wall bordered the 150x120 little front garden witch had a small path leading from the wall to the door a wide but short gate that had parked in front of it (just beside the path) was a 2012 red mini. The faint lamp hardly showed the number plate on the car let alone the number on the door but it produced a goldenish glow around a fully grown cat with square markings around its emerald green eyes imitating glasses "I would say I'm surprised to see you here minerva but then I would be lying!" The odd man said to the large cat next to him it looked at him as if it understood then it Jumped down from her perch on the wall only to regain her balance on the ground as a woman almost the same height as the man "lily was like a daughter to me do you really think I wouldn't show up as her only child is handed over to these these muggles honesty albus"
"That's why I would be lying" he replies so cheerfully I watch that but the most trying to figure out what makes him so happy in this time he's handing over the most important wizard in all of creation to 2 horrendous Muggles let's hope that the 3rd isn't so horrid "we're is the boy?"
"Hagrid is bringing him should be almost here by now at least over Bristol"
"Hagrid?" She said in almost discussed but was rearing off towards worry for the boy " I mean really albus is Hagrid the best Choice he's not the safest person to trust with a living being is he?"
"Professor I would trust Hagrid with my life he practically raised buck beak" he said with a slightly mad enthusiasm "well yes I'm not saying his hart isn't in the right place but buck beak is a hippogriff not a human boy I mean really how is he even getting here...." she was suddenly cut off but a low rumbling sound the was gradually growing closer as they both looked up the street for some kind of head light then a light seemed to be flowing down on them like a water fall and a roar the would scare a lion and startle the most brave creature in the world a roar so deafening that even  a person deaf from birth could hear it and tremble in unison they both looked to the sky some people would say it was a message from the lord or a natural miracle but no neither are right it was in fact a large motorbike. Upon seeing it they both smiled an unforgettable smile that shows joy and relief at the same time a voice shouted out but it was lost in the midnight air the bike descend gently onto a patch of grass next to the car.
The motorcycle was huge but it was nothing compared to the man sitting  on it, this man was almost 3 times as tall as the average human  and just as wide. His coat was fluffy like a thousand bunnies sitting all around him. This straggly beard almost merged with his coat and they both bulged like big packages were inside them. "Professes mcgonagl and dumbledoor sir" he said nodding to each of them "I expect the package is safe" asked mc gonigal "all sAfe and Sucre the little tike fell asleep over Hereford he did" Hagrid said as he rummaged through his coat. Eventually he pulled a small blanket out rapped very tightly around a baby boy with a scar on his head in the shape of a lighting bolt dumbledoor leaned over and tucked a note in the blanket then took the baby from Hagrids arms "are you sure this is wise I've been watching these people all day their the worst kind of muggles imaginable. He will be famous books will be written about him there won't be a child in our world who wont know his name"
"Exactly why he will be safer growing up away from all that!i will leave a letter from the ministry"
"A letter you really think that will explains it all he's different this boy killed a man so powerful not even the ministry could stop him Harry will be no end of unusual things happening to him..."
"Well professor if you dont mined me saying so he can't be taken to anyone can he petter pettigrew dead, Sirius black in prison and Remus lupine hasn't been found he has no other family"
"Very true Hagrid see Minerva there is no other option" said dumbledoor
He then kicked the small pen thing and 12-15 balls of light flew back to street lamps and softly privet drive flowed a warm orange again.he looked up to see the motor bike speeding away into the night. When he looked down again he saw a tabby cat gliding down the  street.he smiled to him self for he knew in a few sort hours he would see his two acquaintances again. As he set down the basket a cold early November breeze flouted past "good luck, Harry" he muttered. After regaining his stance he turned on his heel and with a swish of his cloak he was gone. The cold nights air rustled the bushes of privet drive that lay neat and tidy under the inky sky, the exact place you expect nothing interesting would happen.Harry rolled over in his blankets still in a deep sleep.one of his small hands closed over an edge of the letter beside him and he slept on never knowing he was special never knowing he was famous is not knowing that in a few hours time he would be rudely woken by mrs Dursley's blood curdling scream as she opened the door to put out their empty milk bottles nor that he would be spending the next 10 years being bullied but his slightly older cousin Dudley... he couldn't know any of that or that all over the contrary people were meeting and raising glasses and shouting out "to Harry Potter the boy who lived"