"Hagrid's bringing him."
"You think it - wise - to trust Hagrid with something as important as this?"
"I would trust Hagrid with my life," said Dumbledore.
"I'm not saying his heart isn't in the right place," said Professor McGonagall, "but you can't pretend he's not careless. He does tend to - what was that?"
"Hagrid," said Dumbledore, sounding relieved. "At last. And where did you get that motorcycle?"
"Borrowed it, Professor Dumbledore," said the giant, climbing carefully off the motorcycle as he spoke. "Young Sirius Black lent it to me. I've got him, sir."
"Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall bent forward over the bundle of blankets. Inside, just visible, was a baby boy, fast asleep. Under a tuft of jet-black hair over his forehead they could see a curiously shaped cut, like a bolt of lightning.
"Is that where -?" whispered Professor McGonagall.
"Yes," said Dumbledore. "He'll have that scar forever."
"There's another child; I never knew they had twins…"
"They did not." Dumbledore said absently.
"Then who-"
"We must get young Aisha to Arabella Figg and Harry to the Dursleys, shouldn't we, Hagrid?"
"Hagrid looked hesitantly down at the two sleeping babies. He reached towards Harry then, picked up Aisha handing her towards Dumbledore. Dumbledore held Aisha gingerly with a worried look looming over her. He placed her on the doorstep of Mrs. Figg's door with a letter. He returned to Professor McGonagall and Hagrid and did the same with Harry. Only after Hagrid gave a Harry a scratchy kiss.
"Well," said Dumbledore finally, "that's that. We've no business staying here. We may as well go and join the celebrations."
"Yeah," said Hagrid in a very muffled voice, "I'll be takin' Sirius his bike back. G'night, Professor McGonagall - Professor Dumbledore, sir."
Wiping his streaming eyes on his jacket sleeve, Hagrid swung himself onto the motorcycle and kicked the engine into life; with a roar it rose into the air and off into the night.
"I shall see you soon, I expect, Professor McGonagall," said Dumbledore, nodding to her.
"Albus, Who was that other child?" McGonagoll whispered.
"She as what her name means: Life."
author note: im sorry if youre looking for a perfect story with perfect spelling and perfect grammar! I didn't post this story really for other people to read. i just wanted to get my idea out! and there are horrid spelling and grammar mistakes and thats because these chapters are rough drafts nothing more and they will suck cause i havent put much effort in them. and even less effort in the author note. sorry but you'll have to find a new story if you cant deal with it.
I recently went to Diagon Alley. It was fucking wicked! It was the thrid day it was open so it really packed. I imagine it still is now but it I got the early admission and was the one of the first on the Gringotts ride. Which was amazing by the way!
Disclaimer: I AINT OWNIN NOTHIN. all belongs to Rowling