AN: I stole a good portion of this from HP&tSS. It belongs to JKR. I used JKR's Charecters. they belong to JKR. yay! no promises on updates.
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Professor McGonagall pulled out a lace handkerchief and dabbed at her eyes beneath her spectacles. Dumbledore gave a great sniff as he took a golden watch from his pocket and examined it. It was a very odd watch. It had twelve hands but no numbers; instead, little planets were moving around the edge. It must have made sense to Dumbledore, though, because he put it back in his pocket and said, "Hagrid's late. I suppose it was he who told you I'd be here, by the way?"
"Yes," said Professor McGonagall. "And I don't suppose you're going to tell me why you're here, of all places?"
"I've come to bring Harry to his aunt and uncle. They're the only family he has left now."
"You don't mean - you can't mean the people who live here?" cried Professor McGonagall, jumping to her feet and pointing at number four. "Dumbledore - you can't. I've been watching them all day. You couldn't find two people who are less like us. And they've got this son - I saw him kicking his mother all the way up the street, screaming for sweets. Harry Potter come and live here!"
"It's the best place for him," said Dumbledore firmly. "His aunt and uncle will be able to explain everything to him when he's older. I've written them a letter."
"A letter?" repeated Professor McGonagall faintly, sitting back down on the wall. "Really, Dumbledore, you think you can explain all this in a letter? These people will never understand him! He'll be famous - a legend - I wouldn't be surprised if today was known as Harry Potter day in the future - there will be books written about Harry - every child in our world will know his name!"
"Exactly," said Dumbledore, looking very seriously over the top of his half-moon glasses. "It would be enough to turn any boy's head. Famous before he can walk and talk! Famous for something he won't even remember! Can't you see how much better off he'll be, growing up away from all that until he's ready to take it?"
"Then for God's sake, as well as Harry's, send him to an orphanage. Anywhere would be better than here." McGonagall was getting heated, she look the headmaster straight in the eyes, and said "If you leave him here, I will be back tomorrow to take him to live with me. And so help me God, if you try to stop ME Albus Dumbledore, there will be hell to pay." She finished, breathing heavily, but kept her stern gaze on the old wizard.
Dumbledore winced. There were only two women in the world that scared him when they used his first name like that, and one was buried in his family plot. The other was glaring at him while standing in the middle of the street. "Very well Minerva, but what do you suggest. And orphanage is no place for him." Dumbledore knew that he needed to keep Harry as different from Tom as possible.
Professor McGonagall looked slightly downtrodden, and then her eyes lit up. "Why don't we take him to Hogwarts?" She suggested. "You and I are there year-round, as well as Severus and Hagrid. We could look after him." She almost appeared to be pleading.
"Minerva, what about when you or Severus had classes, I was away, or Hagrid was busy. I'm sure you are aware that raising a child is time consuming."
"The House elves could help out I'm sure. Please Albus, I have to do this, if not for James and Lily, then for Harry. You know that the staff would treat him well, but not pamper him. Plus, it would help us keep an eye on the boy." She looked up a Dumbledore. "Please Albus. We must do this."
"Very well Minerva. We will take young Harry back to Hogwarts with us. I must say, I am a little excited." He said with a grin on his face. "Never having children myself, I now find myself looking forward to being a grandfather. And look! Here is Hagrid now."
As Hagrid swooped by on a flying motorbike, Professor McGonagall looked up at her boss, smiling slightly. "Thank you Albus."
If the motorbike was huge, it was nothing to the man sitting astride it. He was almost twice as tall as a normal man and at least five times as wide. He looked simply too big to be allowed, and so wild - long tangles of bushy black hair and beard hid most of his face, he had hands the size of trash can lids, and his feet in their leather boots were like baby dolphins. In his vast, muscular arms he was holding a bundle of blankets.
"Hagrid," said Dumbledore, sounding relieved. "At last. And where did you get that motorcycle?"
"Borrowed it, Professor Dumbledore, sit," said the giant, climbing carefully off the motorcycle as he spoke. "Young Sirius Black lent it to me. I've got him, sir."
"No problems, were there?"
"No, sir - house was almost destroyed, but I got him out all right before the Muggles started swarmin' around. He fell asleep as we was flyin' over Bristol."
Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall bent forward over the bundle of blankets. Inside, just visible, was a baby boy, fast asleep. Under a tuft of jet-black hair over his forehead they could see a curiously shaped cut, like a bolt of lightning.
"Is that where -?" whispered Professor McGonagall.
"Yes," said Dumbledore. "He'll have that scar forever."
"Couldn't you do something about it, Dumbledore?"
"Even if I could, I wouldn't. Scars can come in handy. I have one myself above my left knee that is a perfect map of the London Underground. Well - give him here, Hagrid - we'd better get this over with."
"Could I - could I say good-bye to him, sir?" asked Hagrid.
"Why Hagrid, there has been a change in plans. Harry is going to stay at Hogwarts. Can I trust you to look after him for a few days while we prepare a place for him?" Dumbledore asked the giant man.
"Yes Professor, I can work that out!" Hagrid was nearly ecstatic. In order to prevent him from starting a minor earthquake by jumping up and down, Professor Dumbledore had to get the man to hold Harry while he made a Portkey to take them all back to Hogwarts.
After a muttered 'portus' Albus looked at the baby swaddled in cloth. "Don't worry Harry my boy, you'll be just fine."