October 31st 1981 was a dark and dreary night. The air was cold, almost as if it had sensed the tragedy that had unfolded. On a small suburban street in Little Whinging in Surrey, was very tall and unusually dressed man. The man was Albus Dumbledore. He made his way down the streets and just as he passed the sign that read Privet Drive, his long silver hair (that matched his equally as long silver beard) blew in the breeze. Behind his half moon spectacles that where perched upon his crooked nose, his blue eyes twinkled as he pulled out a peculiar, cylinder shaped contraption.

To many, this would be a strange sight to see, but to some, it would be perfectly normal. Albus Dumbledore was a wizard. The cylinder was called a Deluminator. With the magic it possesed he was able to, one at a time, pinch the light from each street lamp. It left the well lit street in a dark shadow. As he pocketed the device, there was a quiet "meow."

Albus Dumbledore looked to the ground to find a grey tabby cat looking right back up at him "I should've known you would be here...Professor McGonogall."

He he watched as the cat transformed and in its placed stood a tall and slender witch, Minervra McGonogall "Good evening, Professor Dumbledore." She greeted, adjusting her small, oval framed glasses "Are the rumours true, Albus?" She questioned, stepping into place beside the male wizard as they headed down the street.

He nodded solemnly "I'm afraid so, Professor. The good and the bad."

"And the children? The boy and the girl." She asked, looking up at the man.

Albus glanced at his companion "Hagrid is bringing them."

Minerva frowned "Do you think it - wise - to trust Hagrid with something as important as this?"

The male smiled "Ah Professor, I would trust Hagrid with my life."

The pair came to a stop as the rumble of an engine sounded near by. Spinning in their heels they could see a bright light in sky, approaching between the trees. As it got closer, it became clear that it was a motorcycle, flying through the air, been ridden by one Rubeus Hagrid.

It's tires screeched as it was lowered to the ground, skidding to as top in front of the elder witch and wizard. Hagrid pulled his goggles off his round face, and rested them on top of his bushy, black hair. "Professor Dumbledore sir... professor McGonogall." He greeted, his bushy beard, twitching as he smiled and threw his long, large leg over the bike and stepped off.

As he stood, the pair strained to looked up at him. Hagrid was a very large man. He stood over 8 feet tall and was three times as wide as the average person. "You had no problems I trust, Hagrid?" Albus questioned.

Hagrid shook his head "No sir, little tykes fell asleep just as we were flying over Bristol." He chuckled, glancing down at the two babies, swaddled to his chest in a large sling "Try not to wake them." He said, passing the two children over. He gave the boy to Professor Dumbledore and the girl to Professor McGonogall before the three continued down the empty street.

Minervra frowned as she looked down at the sleeping baby in her arms "Albus, do you really think it safe, leaving them here with these people? I've watched them all day, they're the worst sort of Muggles imaginable... They really are."

Albus sighed as they made their way up the driveway of Number 4, Privet Drive "The only they have." He reminded the witch.

She shook her head "These children will be famous. There won't be a child in our world that doesn't know their names." She protested.

"Exactly." Albus nodded "They are far better off, brought up away from all of that... Until they are ready." He told the witch before gently, placing the boy in the doorstep mat.

Minervra reluctantly set the baby girl beside him. Hagrid sniffed gaining attention the elder wizard "There, there Hagrid. It's not really goodbye after all." Hagrid nodded before Albus bent down and placed an envelope addressed to Mr and Mrs Dursleys on top of the children's blankets "Good luck, Harry and Phoebe Potter."