Mr. and Mrs. Dursley, of number four, Privet Drive, were proud to say that they were perfectly normal, thank you very much. They were the last people you'd expect to be involved in anything strange or mysterious, because they just didn't hold with such nonsense.
The Dursleys had a small son called Dudley and in their opinion there was no finer boy anywhere. The Dursleys had everything they wanted, but they also had a secret, and their greatest fear was that somebody would discover it. They didn't think they could bear it if anyone found out about the Potters. Mrs. Potter was Mrs. Dursleys sister, but they hadn't met for several Years because her sister and her good-for-nothing husband were as unDursleyish as it was possible to be. The Dursleys knew the Potters had a small son too, they also had adopted a baby girl a few days after their son was born. The girl was of African descent, which made the Dursleys even more upset. This boy and that girl were another good reason for keeping the Potters away, they didn't want Dudley mixing with two children like that.
One evening the Dursleys sat in the living room watching the news when they suddenly started to talk about owls, shooting stars, and people in cloaks.
"Er-Petunia, dear- you haven't heard from your sister lately, have you"? Mr. Dursley asked hesitantly. As he had expected, Mrs. Dursley looked shocked and angry. After all, they normally pretended she didn't have a sister.
"No", she said sharply. "Why"?
"Funny stuff on the news", Mr. Dursley mumbled. "Owls…… shooting stars……..people in cloaks".
"So"? snapped Mrs. Dursley.
"Well, I just thought……maybe…..it was something to do with…..you know…….her crowd".
"Their son……and daughter, they'd be about Dudley's age now, wouldn't they"? He asked.
"I suppose so", said Mrs. Dursley stiffly.
"What were their names again? Howard and Annie, isn't it"?
"Harry and Abby. Nasty, common name, if you ask me".
"Oh yes," said Mr. Dursley. "Yes, I quite agree".
"Hagrid". Dumbledore said, sounding relieved. "At last. And where did you get that motorcycle"?
"Borrowed it, Professor, sir". Said the giant, climbing carefully off the motorcycle as he spoke. "Young Sirius Black lent it to me. I've got them, sir".
"No problems, were there"?
"No, sir- house was almost destroyed, but I got them out all right before the Muggles started swarming around. They fell asleep as we was flying over Bristol"?
Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall bent for over the bundle of blankets. Inside, just visible, was a baby boy with crème color skin and a baby girl with light brown skin, both fast asleep. On the boy under a tuft of jet black hair over his forehead they could see a curiously shaped cut, like a bolt of lightning. Same with the girl, only hers was on her right temple.
"Is that where-"? McGonagall whispered.
"Yes," said Dumbledore. "They'll have those scars forever".
Dumbledore set the bundle of blankets down on the porch in front of the Dursleys door and placed a letter on top of the blankets. The two babies found the letter and clutched it in their tinny hands, holding it together.
"Good luck, Harry and Abby ". He murmured. He turned on his heel and with a swish of his cloak, he was gone. Some where in the distance people chanting,
"To Harry and Abby Potter. The Boy and Girl who lived".