"Hagrid," Dumbledore said, looking relieved. "You have Harry?"
" 'Fraid not, sir," Hagrid replied, slightly nervous. Dumbledore narrowed his eyes. "I would trust you with my life, Hagrid," he muttered. "Don't tell me I've put my trust in the wrong place."
Hagrid's eyes widened at that, shocked. "O-o' course not, Dumbledore, s-sir!" he stammered worriedly, his arm going up in a clumsy salute. "I jus' wasn't able to bring Harry 'ere, is all!"
Dumbledore just stared at Hagrid impatiently. "And why, Hagrid, were you not able to bring Harry here? And why-" he continued, staring at the motorbike as if noticing it for the first time, "did you come here on a motorbike? And why is it-"
"Enough!"
Dumbledore and Hagrid turned from where they were to see that McGonagall had risen from where she'd sat on the wall, glaring shrewdly at Dumbledore. "Really, Albus, calm down. I'm sure there's a reason as to why Hagrid couldn't bring Harry here. Am I right, Hagrid?" the professor asked, turning to face Hagrid.
Hagrid, still a bit shaken from the outburst, nodded. "Er- yea, I got 'im out o' the house alright before the muggles started swarmin' around, bu' then i ran into young Sirius Black, an-"
"Hagrid, Sirius was their secret keeper. Please tell me you didn't give Harry to the man who revealed the Potters' location to Voldemort," Dumbledore forced out, fighting to remain calm, rage starting to build behind his half-moon glasses.
"N-no, not at all, sir!" Hagrid stammered out. " When I saw him, he told me wha' really happened. He wasn' even their real secret keeper! They jus' said that so tha' you-know-who wouldn' go after their real secret keeper, Peter Pettigrew, their other friend. Turns out he was workin' for you-know-who all along!
"Tha's when Remus Lupin showed up, so o' course when Sirius told 'im what he told me, he thought of checking 'is wand for spells, an' it turns out he really is innocent!"
During all of this, Dumbledore had only half-heard, his blood still boiling, but when Hagrid said that Sirius was innocent, he started to calm down, as he realized what Hagrid was about to say. McGonagall just sighed, also realizing what this meant.
"I dread the day when i have to teach a child raised by Sirius," McGonagall groaned, already envisioning what new kinds of mayhem would ensure at Hogwarts once Harry got there.
"Now, Minerva, I'm sure Remus will at least manage to make the boy manageable," Dumbledore chuckled, the twinkle in his eye a bit brighter than usual. "Now, I really should be heading back to Hogwarts. Goodnight, Hagrid- Minerva," he said, nodding to each of them in turn.
" Well, I'd best this bike away. G'night, Professor McGonagall- Professor Dumbledore, sir," Hagrid replied, swinging one of his enormous legs over the enchanted motorbike. McGonagall nodded to the two, then stepped back as Hagrid took off into the air.
Once Hagrid had left, Dumbledore pulled the Put-outer out of his robes and clicked it once. Immediately 12 orange balls of light sped back to their places left, so that you could just make out a cat slinking behind a corner of the wall.
"Good luck, Harry," Dumbledore muttered, and with a swish of his cloak he was gone.