How My Story Really Goes

Chapter 1

Long after dark two owls fly away from the PRIVET DRIVE street sign. An elderly man with crimson robes and a long silvery white beard, named Albus Dumbledore waks trough a forest near the street. He looks very happy about something even though he masks it with a froun before any one could see it.

Dumbledore zaps all the light out of the lampposts, without making any sound at all. Not to far away sits a cat with way too much intelegents. As he puts away the device that took the light the cat meows.

Dumbledore looks down at the cat, on his face one could only see fondness but in his eyes, if you looked close enough one could see that only hatred was preseant. The tabby cat was sitting on a brick ledge obsetving one house, number 4 PRIVET DREIVE.

"I should have known you would be here...Professor McGonagall." Dumbledore said in a voice that showed none of his emotions.

The tabby cat jumps of the ledge and turns to her human form, an elderly witch with a distant, worried expression painted on her face.

"Good evening, Professor Dumbledore. Are the rumours true, Albus?" McGonagall asked as she walked towards him.

"I'm afraid so, Professor. The good, and the bad." Dumbledore said with a sad smile on his face but the sadness didn't reach his eyes as they were void of any emotion.

"And the boy?" She asked staring ahead of her.

"Hagrid is bringing him." Dumbledore said with a smile on his face, he knew that Hagrid was extreamly loyal to him and would do anything that he told him to do.

"Do you think it wise to trust Hagrid with something as important as this?" McGonagall asked knowing that Hagrid wasn't very responsible.

"Ah, Professor, I would trust Hagrid with my life." He said hiding the hate that shown in his eyes for the other Professor.

They heard a loud sound from above them, a moterbike is flying trough the air with a very big man on it.

"Professor Dumbledore, Sir. Professor McGonagall." The man said, looking down at the baby in his arms, proud that he did the task that that Dumbledore asked him to do.

"No problems, I trust, Hagrid?" Dumbledore asked knowing that Hagrid knew the real meaning behind his words.

"No, sir. Little tyke fell asleep just as we were flying over Bristol. Heh. Try not to wake him. There you go." Hagrid said with a small smile, he knew that he shouldn't care for the baby but it was so hard not to love him.

Hagrid hands the baby wrapped in a bundle over to Dumbledore. He looks the baby in the eyes and wanlessly and woordlessly blocked his inhearitance as well as most of his magical core.

"Albus, do you really think it's safe, leaving him with these people? I've watched them all day. They're the worst sort of Muggles imaginable. They really are..." McGonagall said in a low mournful whisper.

"The only family he has." Dilumbledore said with a fake froun plastered on his face.

They stopped at number 4 PRIVATE DRIVE. It was a plain and 'normal' house.

"This boy will be famous. There won't be a child in our world who doesn't know his name." McGonagall said.

"Exactly. He's better off growing up away from all that. Until he is ready." for the plans that I have for him, he added in his head.

Dumbledore places the baby on the ground slowly. Hagrid sniffles, he is sobbing a little.

"There, there, Hagrid. It's not really goodbye, after all." He said with anger burning in his eyes at the thought that Hagrid had become attached

Hagrid nods. Dumbledore takes a letter and places it on the baby, who is now at the foot of the door. Sleeping soundly in the windy October air.

" Good luck...Harry Potter." He said with a sadistic smile on his face while his back was turned.

The baby has a lightning-bolt shaped scar on his forehead that could only be caused by being the victim of a very dark curse.

Don't be afraid to call me out on any mistakes I make and please tell me what you think of this.