Disclaimer: Sabrina is my OC, she's Harry's sister. I write most of my fan fictions with her in them, so… this is her history.
It was a warm night on Private Drive, no one was out at this hour, except for one lone figure. He was tall, old, but wise looking, and wore a royal blue cloak, strange clothes. He pulled out what looked like a lighter, he pointed it at the nearest street lamp, and the light went out.
He did this to the other street lights. When he was finished he returned the put-outer back in his robes. The man walked to a nice house with a perfectly trimmed lawn, he walked up the garden path and sat on the low wall. There waiting for him was a cat.
The cat then morphed into an elderly woman with a stern face, she also wore a cloak, but green. She held herself with a posture that demanded respect.
"Where are the twins?" She asked immediately.
"Patience, Professor McGonagall, Hagrid is bringing them," Replied the man, while he pulled out a bag, "lemon drop?"
McGonagall waved the offer aside.
"Do you think it wise, Dumbledore? Trusting Hagrid with the twins?"
"I would trust Hagrid with my life," Dumbledore said simply, choosing another lemon drop and popping it into his mouth.
"Are the rumors true?" McGonagall asked, this was what she had been wanting to discuss the most, "are James and Lily really dead?"
"I'm afraid so," Dumbledore said sadly.
"Then why couldn't he kill the twins, Harry and Sabrina?" She asked, McGonagall was devastated about the Potters, but dumbfounded by the idea that the powerful dark lord couldn't kill two infants.
"No one really knows," answered Dumbledore, sadly looking at another lemon drop, as if it may give him answers.
"Dumbledore, you can't leave them here, these are horrible people!" McGonagall said urgently, "that boy in there is a brat, and they're as far from us as one can get! Those children are legends, any wizarding family would be willing to take them in!"
"It is best to leave him with his family. I have explained everything in a letter," Dumbledore replied.
"A letter?!" Exclaimed McGonagall, "everything that's happened can't be explained in a letter!"
"I trust them," was all that was said.
Then, quit suddenly, there was an engine roar, it popped out of nowhere, and didn't come from the street, but from the sky.
It was a motorcycle, a flying motorcycle, and It landed right in front of number four were McGonagall and Dumbledore were waiting.
Hagrid killed the engine and climbed off the motorcycle (which wasn't hard, for he was twice the size of the bike), he was holding a large bundle of blankets as if it were the finest china.
"Hagrid," said Dumbledore relieved, "where did you get the motorcycle?"
"Sirius Black lent it to me, sir. I've got 'em, sir"
"Any Problems?" Dumbledore asked.
"No, sir - house was nearly destroyed, I was able to get these two out though, sir. They fell asleep as we was flyin' over Bristol."
Dumbledore and McGonagall bent over the bundle, there, just visible, was a baby boy and girl, twins. They were fast asleep. On their foreheads was a curiously shaped cut, like a bolt of lightning.
"Is that where-?" Whispered Professor McGonagall.
"Yes, they will have those scars forever." Said Dumbledore, "well, Hagrid give them here let's get this over with."
Dumbledore took Harry and Sabrina in his arms and stepped over the low garden wall. He set the bundle in front of the door, and took a letter out of his robes and placed it on the blankets.
"Well," said Dumbledore finally, "that's that."
"Yeah," said Hagrid sadly in a muffled voice, "I'll be taking Sirius his bike back, night Professor McGonagall - Professor Dumbledore, sir."
Wiping his eyes, Hagrid got back on the bike and kicked the engine into life; with a roar it rose into the air and off into the night.
Dumbledore walked down the street and returned the light to the street lamps. In the new light he could see a tabby cat slinking off. He turned once more to the bundle of blankets.
"Good luck, you two." And with that he was gone.
Harry Potter rolled on his side and one little hand closed around his sister's shirt. They slept on not knowing they were special, not knowing they were famous, not knowing they would be woken by Mrs. Dursley's scream as she opened the front doors to put out the milk bottles…they couldn't even know that at this very moment, people were toasting them, toasting the "twins who lived."
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