True Kinda Love

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT SUPPORT ROWLING AT ALL. I MYSELF AM A TRANS GUY. MAY ROWLINGS ENERGY NEVER FIND US, AND MAY SHE LEAVE THESE BOOKS IN THE POSSESSION OF OUR LORD AND SAVIOR DOBBY

Rain tapped the concrete outside of #4 Privet Drive. On the steps just outside the door was a basket, inside it sat a baby with a mess of ginger locks on its head. He was fast asleep, sucking on a purple binkie even through his deep slumber.

Farther from the house, on the sidewalk right by the road, stood three figures. One was giant and had long brown hair and a beard, he was sobbing into his hands. Comforting him was an older woman. She wore an emerald-green robe and spectacles on her face. On the other side of the sobbing man was and old man. He wore an odd hat and half-moon spectacles. He was tall and had a long, white beard and wore a periwinkle robe.