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CHAPTER ONE – The Boy Who Lived
It was a cold, dark night.
A tabby cat sat on a fence in a deserted street.
It was staring fixedly at a spot on the ground in front of it.
Occasionally a car would pass, but that was the only sound on the street.
A pair of high-heeled, buckled boots appeared in the cat's line of vision.
Its tail twitched.
The cat looked up into the eyes of the man.
The man was tall, thin, and very old, judging from the silver of his beard and hair, which were both long enough to tuck into his belt. He wore long robes, and a purple cloak. His eyes were light, bright and sparkling. He wore half moon spectacles. His nose was long and crooked. It looked as though it had been broken at least twice. This man's name was Albus Dumbledore.
Albus Dumbledore reached into his pocket, and drew out what looked like a silver cigarette lighter. He flicked it open, held it up, and clicked it. The nearest street lamp went out with a little pop. He clicked it again, and the same thing happened to the next street lamp. He clicked it fourteen times, and then placed it back in his pocket.
He marched over to where the cat was sitting, his cloak dragging along the ground behind him. He sat down on the wall.
"Good evening, Professor McGonagall", he ejected.
He turned to smile at the cat, but it was no longer there. Instead there was a woman. She was wearing square glasses, which looked just like the markings around the cat's eyes. The woman was wearing an emerald cloak, and her black hair was tied up in a tight bun.
"Good evening Professor Dumbledore", replied the woman.
"How long have you been waiting?"
"Only about fifteen minutes"
Dumbledore nodded. "I'm not too late then. I went past several parties on my way here. One of them had a tremendous display of fireworks, which held me up"
"Fireworks?"
"Muggles use them when they're celebrating. They're like bombs which shoot up into the sky, and explode in a variety of colours. They're quite noisy however, and police were blocking the road, because of complaints of noise control" explained Dumbledore.
McGonagall shook her head. "You think they'd be more cautious. What would happen if the muggles found out what was going on?"
"I'm fairly sure they already know something's being celebrated, but I highly doubt, Professor, that they will find out what", Dumbledore's eyes twinkled, "would you care for a sherbet lemon?"
McGonagall's eyebrows shot up.
"It's a muggle sweet I'm rather fond of" he explained
"No, thank you", she replied sternly, "there are a few questions that have been on my mind"
Dumbledore nodded, to show he was listening, while he unstuck two sherbet lemons.
"The first is…is he really gone?" she asked nervously.
Dumbledore nodded, again. "I believe so"
McGonagall looked relieved. "Can he come back?"
"Dumbledore nodded.
"I'm afraid, it is possible, that Voldemort will return in the future", he replied, solemnly.
McGonagall flinched at the name, Voldemort, and nodded, again.
"But for now", he announced, "we must celebrate."
He offered her one of the sherbet lemons, which she turned down, with a shake of her head.
Dumbledore shrugged, and popped in into his mouth.
"Are the rumours true?" she questioned.
"Well, that depends, Professor, on the rumour of which we are speaking"
"The rumour…about…how You-Know-Who turned up at-"
"Professor, I encourage you to use his proper name. For many years I have been trying to convince people to use his proper name. You of all people, I would think would already use it"
"Oh, all right. The rumour is that Voldemort showed up at the Longbottom's place, and tortured them into insanity…"
"That, I'm afraid, is true. However, Neville Longbottom, their son, managed to get away unharmed. I believe he is living with his Grandmother, now"
Dumbledore chose another sherbet lemon.
McGonagall nodded, and continued. "He was looking for information on where to find the Black's…they told him, so he showed up at Godric's Hollow, and murdered Pettigrew and Potter…"
She fetched a handkerchief from her sleeve, with which she dapped at her eyes. Dumbledore nodded.
"I'm afraid that rumour is also true. He did go to Godric's Hollow, and Peter and James are dead. However, Remus, Lily, Sirius and Asher got away, unharmed. I believe they'll be undercover as muggles for a while. I'll have to speak to them about changing their identities…" muttered Dumbledore.
A low rumbling sound was growing steadily louder. They looked into the sky as it swelled to a roar, and a huge motorbike came down, and landed on the road in front of them. The huge man who got off it was twice as tall and five times as wide as any ordinary man. He had very bushy black hair, and a beard hid most of his face.
He wore a long brown coat, which seemed to be made up of pockets.
He stomped over to where Dumbledore and McGonagall were standing.
"Good evening, Hagrid", commented Dumbledore.
"Even'n Professor Dumbledore, sir"
"Where did you find, such a magnificent motorbike?"
"Young Sirius Black lent it to me", Hagrid replied, retrieving something from his pocket. He handed it to Dumbledore.
"I gotta go, sir", announced Hagrid. "Better return the bike", he explained, climbing aboard the bike.
He started it up, and roared off into the sky.
Dumbledore watched him go.
He turned over the letter Hagrid had given him. There was no return address. He opened the envelope, and read the letter.
"The Black's are safe. They say they will be sending me more details at a later time. Well, this concludes our little meeting, Professor", announced Dumbledore, placing the letter back into its envelope, and into his pocket.
McGonagall nodded.
Dumbledore took out the silver cigarette lighter, and clicked it once. All fourteen balls of light returned to their rightful places, in the street lamps.
"Goodnight, Professor McGonagall", he exclaimed.
"Goodnight, Professor Dumbledore", she replied.
Dumbledore turned on his heel, and was gone. The cat sitting on the fence leapt off, and bounded into the night.
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Author's Note: Yay! It's up! This is only chapter one, so it's quite dull...but there's more coming! I'm only up to chapter 7, writing it. I just prefer to put it up slowly, so that if I find something that I've missed out, I can add it in before I post it, rather than having to repost all the time...