Harry Potter belongs to JK Rowling.
I mix the movie and the novel
The darkness of the night surrounded an ordinary looking street. One barn owl sat on a sign with the words 'Privet Drive'. The lights of passing car's headlights, stoplights and street lamps were visible through the darkness.
Gracefully, the owl flew from its stand on the sign and disappeared through the darkness of the night, above the dark treetops.
Suddenly an old man with a long white beard and dressed in long, robes, spectacles and a pointed hat appeared. He was old and frail, slowly walking along the street. His dark robes trailed on the ground.
As he passed an old hut, a gray tabby was visible, sitting on the sidewalk calmly, as though she was waiting for someone. As the old man passed, the tabby looked towards him.
The man just strode slowly past the old cat, withdrawing something from within his robes. He held it above his head and flicked it open with a small snap. He held it higher yet then turned it to face each individual the street light. The street was now dark except from the glowing light of the full moon beaming down on the earth below.
As the old man snapped his old stick‐like‐thing shut with a loud click. The sound of a cat's meow made him turn to look down at the ground. The tabby cat was still sitting in the same spot.
He spoke in a deep, frail voice. "I should have known that you would be here," His voice changed and he spoke the name with deep meaning behind it, "Professor McGonagall."
The cat meowed once more then stands and takes a step. In the cat's shadow against the old hut, it turned into a hunched over figure then a perfectly postured figure was visible and there were footsteps.
Professor McGonagall had glasses that were perched at the very end of her slightly pointed nose. She looked frail but still had a lot of fight left inside of her. She wore an emerald green robe which was held together with a silver fastening. She had a dark pointed witch's hat.
"Good evening, Professor Dumbledore." She walked forward and they began to walk slowly down the sidewalk.
"Are the rumors true, Albus?" she inquired worriedly, hoping with all her heart they weren't.
Not breaking his stride, Albus Dumbledore answered gravely, "I'm afraid so, Professor." Professor McGonagall looked horrified and Albus Dumbledore went on, "The good, and the bad."
"And the children?" Professor McGonagall questioned restlessly.
"Hagrid is bringing them."
"Do you think it is wise to trust Hagrid with something as important as this?" Asked Professor McGonagall.
"Ah, Professor, I would trust Hagrid with my life," He responded, trying to show her how much trust he had in the man.
Both Professors turned at the sound of the motor of a motorcycle. Both turned and looked up to see a large flying motorcycle coming down from the air. It skidded across the street and came to a halt not far from the two humans. A large man, with a lot more facial hair than a normal human would, took off his goggles and spoke in a deep, husky, cracking voice.
"Professor Dumbledore, sir, Professor McGonagall." He carefully adjusted the bundle that hung from around his neck then with great care, he swung his leg over the motorcycle, making sure it was balanced then strode slowly towards them
"No problems, I trust, Hagrid?" Dumbledore spoke softly.
"No sir," Hagrid responded. He was much, much taller than the two, forcing them to look up at him. "Those little tykes fell asleep just as we were flying over Bristol. Heh. Try not to wake them. Here you go."
Hagrid, with great care, handed a small bundle over to Dumbledore. Dumbledore held the baby close, moving the fluffy blue blanket so he could gaze down at the baby's face that looks about one year old while Hagrid handed Professor McGonagall the second baby who looks just two months old wrapped up in a gentle green and pink plaid blanket.
"Albus," Professor McGonagall carefully cradled the baby she was holding in her arms. "Do you really think its safe, leaving them with these people? I've been watching them all day. They're the worse sort of Muggles imaginable. They really are—"
"The only family they have," Dumbledore finished off her sentence with warning behind his words. They stop right on the porch of an ordinary looking house.
"These children will be famous. There won't be a child in our world who doesn't know their name," McGonagall spoke in a soft voice, not wanting to wake the babies.
"Exactly," Dumbledore agreed. "They're better off growing up away from all that," He hesitated. "Until he is ready."
Close behind them, Hagrid coughed and sniffled. He was crying as Professor Dumbledore and Professor
McGonagall placed the sleeping children on the cold stone front steps of the house.
"There, there, Hagrid," Dumbledore comforted the large man as the two Professors turned away to face him.
"It's not really good‐bye after all."
Hagrid nodded in sad agreement, tears still falling from his eyes as both Professors looked down on the sleeping children. Dumbledore takes a letter and places it between the two children where it wouldn't be blown away by the cold night winds.
Dumbledore looked down on the children; a unreadable look crossed his face as he murmured ever so softly that Professor McGonagall, who was standing right next to him, could barely hear, "Good luck…Harry and Emma Potter."