"Good night, Harry Potter."
As Albus Dumbledore uttered these words, a sense of urgency filled him. He had to go.
"Let us go now, for anyone who sees us here will be filled with suspicion."
And so, restoring the street lights, they left. Silence fell upon Privet Drive, though another man now walked on it. He went to the boy in the basket, and said in a hushed voice, "So must it be so! The one, chosen by destiny to destroy Voldemort, abandoned, on the doorstep of those who hated his parents, under the guise of protection! Irony, indeed. But I will not leave him alone; for I must protect him, for his worth is more than what these wizards imagine! This Gandalf will lend him the protection he deserves, for now this Istar is no longer bound in powers."
Saying so, he walked away noiselessly, his mind filled with thought in a language long lost, now unknown to man. The protection of Harry Potter was his prime task, but other things had greater priority. These things needed to be finished first. Gandalf disappeared suddenly, to complete these things.