A small black dog jogged along the street chasing after a beaten-up orange and white cat, seemingly oblivious to the lights that were flickering off all around him. After all of the lights had been collected, an old man in a worn black cloak turned to the two animals, "All right you two, show's over."
A young man with long curly black hair and blue eyes suddenly appeared where the dog had been a moment before. Sirius shrugged, "I had to see where you were taking the boy. Surely you can't mean to take him here, to an orphanage?" the young man exclaimed in a harsh whisper.
The small cat had transformed into a small majestic woman, with auburn hair, who whispered, "Certainly there is someone in the wizarding world who could care for the boy…" Her soft brown eyes bore concern as she looked down at the boy, studying his incredible scar. It was crooked but seemed to almost shape a cross when looked at correctly. It was that very spot where Voldemort's curse had been reflected, not killing the boy, but instead wounding the attacker.
"Minerva, Sirius…. You have no right to judge the decisions I make. I have my reasons for not wanting the boy to be raised by wizards. In this world, he will not be famous, he will not be pampered, and he will have a chance at a normal life. I don't believe Voldemort is dead yet, and the boy needs to be strong if he wishes to survive once Voldemort regains his power, as I fear he will. Now leave us, so I may do what I need to in order to protect this boy."
With those final words the cat and dog chased each other off the street and into a nearby alley, before disappearing with a poof. The old man's wizened blue eyes stared gently at the young man's sleeping smile. He stroked his cheek and then placed the small carrier basket on the orphanage's doorstep. Albus knocked lightly on the door, stepped away and released the street lights. He stopped at a safe distance to watch a middle-aged woman collect the child, before apparating away.
The curvy blonde woman bent down and scooped up the baby boy, reading the note left in his carrier, "Neville, eh?" she asked him sweetly, "Well, Neville, welcome home…" she softly commented, before carrying the small child and his blanket inside.