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"Yeah," said Hagrid in a very muffled voice, "I'll be takin' Sirius his bike back. G'night, Professor McGonagall - Professor Dumbledore, sir." Wiping his streaming eyes on his jacket sleeve, Hagrid swung himself onto the motorcycle and kicked the engine into life; with a roar it rose into the air and off into the night.
"I shall see you soon, I expect, Professor McGonagall," said Dumbledore, nodding to her. Professor McGonagall blew her nose in reply. Dumbledore turned and walked back down the street. On the corner he stopped and took out the silver Put-Outer. He clicked it once, and twelve balls of light sped back to their street lamps so that Privet Drive glowed suddenly orange and he could make out a tabby cat slinking around the corner at the other end of the street.
He could just see the bundle of blankets on the step of number four. "Good luck, Harry," he murmured. He turned on his heel and with a swish of his cloak, he was gone.
End Excerpt From Harry Potter and The Sorcerers Stone
In that late time, That witching Hour, an odd vortex appeared over Privet Drive, noticed by none, yet there nonetheless.
Out of That mysterious Vortex, an odd creature appeared. Slinking out of the vortex, The mysterious creature floated above the Street, Revealing it's appearance to any who were awake at this mysterious time. The creature looked similar to a cat, despite the fact that most cats weren't pink. Or able to float, for that matter. The cat took a customary scan of it's surroundings, taking care to make sure that it wasn't noticed by any of the humans of this world. It faintly remembered the stories about the time Latios Goofed up and was seen, leading to many a devout alien believer.
The cat took a double take as it noticed a baby human, the only one awake, on the street under it. It floated over to investigate the child, left alone with barely a rag to protect it on this cold fall night. It noticed a what appeared to be some bastardized form of destiny bond on the child, and got rid of it with but a thought. However, The leech had turned its attention to the child's psychic energy reserves. The cat's eyes widened as it saw just how vast the child's reservoirs were, having seemingly absorbed all the energy from the other side of the destiny bond. It did a quick scan of the house the child seemed to have been left and was amazed, once again, of how cruel some humans could be.
The cat, at a mere 114 years old, barely the equivalent of a human teenager for its species, made a split second decision. It took the child with him.
