Hello, Harry
Hagrid roared in on the motorcycle. "What happened?" The wreckage of the Potter's home lay around his feet. He felt a tear rolling down. And them just getting ready to enjoy Harry's birthday. He sobbed and heaved, cursing whoever did this to his dear friends. Lily, always ready to listen to the half-giant, and James, a friend when no one else would be. And Harry. Since he first met the little tyke, Harry had taken a liking to old Hagrid, cooing and giggling when tossed high in the air, with Lily anxiously watching nearby; he could practically hear the child now. He looked up. He ran through the rubbage towards the sound, and saw Harry lying there, obviously confused. Wait, where had this scar come from? How was Harry still alive?! Harry giggled and reached his tiny arms towards his friend.
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"I don't really know what we should do with him, Albus." Minerva McGonagall paced through the office, tiring Dumbledore's eyes. He thought for a minute, and finally said, "He has family. His mother had a muggle sister, who is now married with a child of her own. I'm sure they would gladly take him in."
Hagrid stopped playing "got-yer-nose" with Harry, much to the baby's annoyance, and looked up. "Are you sure they will take good care of him, though? I couldn't bear anything happening to James and Lily's son," as Harry grabbed the half-giant's thumb.
"I will investigate if you insist, my friend," Dumbledore sighed. "One of us should keep him tonight, though."
Hagrid smiled at the baby in his arms. "I'll do it, professor."
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"Are you sure about this, Albus?" McGonagall wrung her hands.
"We'll see Minerva." Dumbledore smiled.