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The motorbike soared through the chilly night clouds, and loudly landed on a small road. Two people, both wearing long, dark colored robes, stared as the man got off. The man was carrying two bundles, both about the size of a toddler.
"Professor Dumbledore, sir. Professor McGonagall. "
The man spoke with a surprisingly sincere voice, while handing him the bundles.
"Harry fell asleep somewhere above -"
The man continued to talk until he noticed that both the lady and the old man were too busy looking at the redheaded baby girl. She was quite awake, laughing at the touch of the stern looking lady, and beaming at those all around her.
"She's jus' like 'er mother, professor."
"Indeed she is, Hagrid. Indeed she is. But I'm afraid it is, for the grater good."
"It still doesn't seem fair, this little girl, having to grow up in such a place."
"Now now Minerva, I'm sure Severus will prove to be quite a responsible parent."
"But surely there must have been someone else, Dumbledore!"
The old man with the long gray beard shook his head.
"None with as much capability as Severus, I'm afraid."
The three cloaked figures left the bundle with the sleeping baby boy with messy black hair, on the steps of number four, privet drive. Another bundle which held a blazing redheaded baby girl was left in the warm hands of a quiet, soon to be potions master.
Two yet to open, two already beaming, the beautiful almond shaped, emerald eyes of Lily Potter, were divided into separate worlds. The day they will meet is so far, yet so close at hand.
The half giant Hagrid, the professors Dumbledore and Minerva departed that night with hope in their chests.
"Good luck Harry, and good luck Clara."