Chapter 1
An owl was perched on the sign naming the street Privet Drive. It flew off, past a man with an exceedingly long white beard, adorning robes that would look strange to Muggles. He continued on, walking past a grey cat sat to the side, and raised his arm, Deluminator in hand. It took the light from the lamp posts and the grey cat meowed, catching the mans attention.
"I should have know that you would be here," He said, looking down at the cat. "Professor McGonagall."
The grey cat morphed and changed to take the form of woman with a pointy hat.
"Good evening, Professor Dumbledore." McGonagall said, walking to join him. "Are the rumours true, Albus?"
"I'm afraid so, Professor." He said, as the pair walked at a somewhat quick pace. "The good and the bad."
"And the twins?" She asked, looking at him.
"Hagrid is bringing them." He replied, glancing at her.
"You think it's wise to trust Hagrid with something as important as this?" She asked, looking a little alarmed.
"Ah, Professor." Dumbledore said, turning to face her as they came to a stop. "I would trust Hagrid with my life."
Before she could say anything in return, a bright light and an incoming noise caught their attention. A large man on a flying motorcycle came skidding to a stop in front of them.
"Professor Dumbledore, sir." The man said, as he lifted his goggles. "Professor McGonagall."
"No problems, I trust?" Dumbledore asked.
"No, sir." He replied, carrying something. "The little tykes fell asleep just as we were flying over Bristol. I tried not to wake 'em. There you go." He said, staring intently at the little boy and girl in his arms as he passed them both to the older man.
Dumbledore walked with the small children in his arms, with McGonagall scurrying along.
"Albus," She asked, in a hushed voice. "Do you really think it's safe? Leaving them with these people. I've watched them all day. They're the worst sort of muggles imaginable. They really are-"
"There the only family they have, besides each other." Dumbledore said, looking down at the soundly sleeping twins, as they approached a door.
"These two will be famous." She explained, almost frantically. "There won't be a child in our world who won't know their names."
"Exactly." Dumbledore said, his mind made up. Hagrid blinked back tears, knowing the departure soon to come. "They are far better off, growing up away from all of that." Hagrid nodded, as if trying to reassure himself. Dumbledore gazed at the twins, as did McGonagall. "Until they are ready."
McGonagall and Hagrid watched as Dumbledore lowered the twins wrapped in blankets to the stone of the doorstep. Hagrid sniffed and could no longer supress his tears, as some escaped. Dumbledore caught on and turned to him.
"There, there, Hagrid." He said. "It's not really goodbye after all."
Hagrid managed a little smile and the two older people turned back to look down at the sleeping twins. McGonagall looked to be holding back tears as well. There story certainly was a sad, unfortunate one. Dumbledore bent down and placed a letter addressed to a Mr and Mrs Dursley softly on top of the blanket.
"Good luck," He said, in a firm whisper. "Harry Potter and Addison Potter."
The lightning bolt scars marking their skins, very prominent.