Fiction 1
Dumbledore stared out at the street. It was his second stop that night. The first had been to privet drive and now… to a street in Olympia, at least soon he would go there. It was a sad thing, that two children had lost their lives that night, from two different murderers, and even from two different continents.
A shame that four murders had to happen on the same night. Four parents and two very prominent parents in the wizarding world, along with two very loving parents, one who had used to be a wizard.
The first was Harry Potter, a boy killed by British wizard Lord Voldemort. The second was Alex Russo, a girl killed by the American wizard Sir Smith. Americans were very strange, is what was being thought by the kindly English Professor, Dumbledore. Dumbledore had just dropped Harry off at his Aunts house on privet drive. Now he must pick up Alex Russo, and deliver her to her Aunt in Olympia. Dumbledore paused at the red stop sign and looked at the street sign, with recognition he pulled out his putter-outer and turned off the street lights. Something was strange, Dumbledore felt that he ought not to be in America, he felt like something else should have happened, and then the feeling quickly died away. Dumbledore walked to the door of the house. The house was in ruins. He then walked up the steeps of the porch and he retrieved Alex Russo. It was odd that they were both an only child. Dumbledore turned back on the street lights and apparated to Olympia. When he arrived the girl began to cry. She was only one, the same age as Harry was after all. McGonagall was waiting at the steps of a muggle house. "Hello Albus," he said briefly. "Hello Minerva, I should of known that you would follow me here." "Ah, you did, didn't you? But I had to see after all she seems to be just as important as Harry." "Perhaps even more important," Dumbledore murmured under his breath. "What was that?" she said straining her ear. "Oh nothing. Do these muggles seem batter than the last ones?" Dumbledore asked. "I would not know I just arrived after dropping off Harry with you. Now there are to 'child who lived' in Eangland," McGonagall said thoughtfully. "Yes… and this is the girl who lived."