Location: Private Drive. London, United Kingdom.
Albus is walking down the street while having his Deluminator ready in hand. He opened the cap and the lights on the street went out one by one. As he continued to walk down the street, he looked up to the sound of an engine coming towards number 4 Private Drive.
As Hagrid touched down into the street in the middle of the night, Little Harry Potter was fast asleep in a sling bag for babies. Albus looked down and noticed a orange tabby cat sitting so stiffly. "I should have known you would be here, Professor McGonagall." The the orange tabby cat shadow's began to change back into a human.
With only leaving one light lamp on, Hagrid took off his goggles, and put them a top his head. "Professor Dumbledore, Professor McGonagall", Hagrid said. "Ah, Hagrid, I trust you didn't have any trouble on the way here" Albus asked Hagrid.
"None, sir." Hagrid contemplated a while before remembering a run-in with some creepy ghost-like creatures. They badgered him with flurries of attacks, which hurt not only him but also the motorcycle. And they would have hurt poor little Harry, too, had a different group of ghost-like creatures not come to his aid. Hagrid counted his lucky stars for those good guys, and hoped that the enemies would stay out of his hair for a while. "Actually, scratch that. There were some odd ghost thingies that attacked us."
"What? What is the meaning of this?" Albus exclaimed. He had never heard of ghosts attacking anyone in the wizarding world or the Muggle world or anyone else for that matter. That kind of thing just simply didn't exist… did it? "Do you mean to tell me that Voldemort has created a new kind of enemy?"
"I honestly can't say." Hagrid frowned, not because he himself was hurt, but because he worried over how the odd enemies could attack baby Harry, without warning. "At least Harry is safe. We should give him to the only family he has left if we want no harm to come to him."
"I concur," Albus remarked as he gestured for Hagrid and Professor McGonagall to follow him to the Dursleys' doorstep. "The situation regarding our new enemy can wait; I'll be sure to inform the Ministry later. But for now, our primary concern should be to give Harry to his family."
"Are you certain about this, Albus? They're the worst kinds of Muggles imaginable – they really are!" Professor McGonagall knew the Dursleys far too well. They were pompous buffoons who were known to ridicule anyone whom they deemed to have even a mere fewer luxuries than they did. Rumours even flew around that they were spotted kicking emaciated dogs and spitting at beggars. And now they were to be the guardians to Harry Potter, a child from a relatively average household, with that low level of compassion?
"They're the only ones who can do this, Minerva." Albus looked at Harry one last time before setting him down on the Dursleys' doorstep. The wind blew somewhat harshly, so Albus knew that time was of the essence. He had to make his stay brief, not only because he and his friends didn't want to suffer poor weather, but also because they all had to be out of there before the Dursleys answered the door after the doorbell rang. "Dear child… I'm sure we'll meet again someday… Farewell, Harry Potter."
It had been three years since that fateful night. A ton of time for a child so young as Harry, but not so for the Dursleys. They made sure to get Harry into housekeeping as soon as he could hold a broom in his hand. If they were stuck caring for this child, who just came onto them by surprise, why not make use of him? Especially considering how his work took up a great portion of his time, Vernon didn't want that child to get in his way. He had hoped that his efforts would pay off, as he had to admit that the work was beginning to get to him…
And his prayers were answered.
"Petunia! Petunia! Petunia!" Vernon came home ecstatic.
"What is it, dear?" Petunia had to admit she was surprised at her husband's enthusiasm. It wasn't like him to act like this.
"Guess who just got promoted at work!"
"You… You mean it?" Petunia began to understand why her husband was so joyous. "Congratulations!"
As the couple danced about in the kitchen, with their young son Dudley joining them, Harry just simply stared as he swept the nearby hall. More adult stuff, he reckoned. Nothing interesting.
"Although there is somewhat of a catch…" Vernon spoke up, bringing the celebrations to a temporary halt.
"And what might that be?" Petunia asked.
"We have to go to Japan for it. There are a bunch of Japanese businessmen that I have to meet, and we'll be there for quite some time."
"That isn't going to be a problem at all! In fact…" Petunia looked at Harry with a smirk on her face. "I think I've got an idea."
"Aunt Petunia?" Harry called out to a wide space. "Uncle Vernon? Where are you?"
Harry wasn't one for creepy ghost-like towns such as the one in which his aunt and uncle carelessly abandoned him. Such an atmosphere reminded Harry of how empty that cupboard under the stair felt, and how the Dursleys paid him no more heed than they would the air. If only there was a person kind enough to at least tell him where he was…
By the time Harry finally found other humans, his tiny sneakers had begun to erode at the soles. In a squeaky voice, he asked a young woman, "Miss? Please, I need help! My auntie and uncle have left me here, and-"
"Eek!" the young woman squealed. "It's a street urchin!"
"Shoo!" The young woman's husband threatened Harry with a shoe. "Get out of here before you give us fleas or something."
As people caught on to the little intruder, more exclamations against Harry's scrawny appearance sounded, scaring the poor child away from civilization. It didn't help that the only people he encountered treated him no differently than his aunt and uncle did at home. Heck, that place hardly felt like a home at all – there was no love whatsoever, only scorn. Harry wasn't sure whether he wanted to see another human being that could either give him some kind of shelter or would only berate him further.
Little did Harry know that fate would not give him a choice in the matter, for as he approached a building labeled "Urahara Shop," a tall man of a somewhat disheveled appearance waved a fan, almost as if to hide his face. What a weird guy, Harry thought. The man seemed even scragglier than anyone Harry encountered – not exactly the kind of person from whom he should seek help. But what choice did he have?
"Eh?" The man finally took notice of Harry. "You lost, kid?"
"Sniff…" Harry began to cry. "Mister… Please… Please help me…"
"Hey, hey!" The man, not used to dealing with kids in distress, began to panic slightly. "Calm down! What's the matter?"
"My auntie and uncle… They just left me here for no good reason. I'm so hungry and tired… Sniff…"
"And nobody bothered to help a poor kid like you? The nerve! You're in luck, because I've got plenty of good eats in my store, and all the candy you could ever hope for. Tell me, what's your name?"
"I'm Harry. Harry Potter."
"Nice to meet you, Harry! I'm Kisuke Urahara. Come on in." Kisuke beckoned for Harry to enter Urahara Shop – an offer that Harry took with glee. He didn't know why, but something about the boy interested him greatly, almost as if he exuded a mysterious power. It seemed almost unbelievable for a child that age to have the makings of greatness, but with the proper training, Harry could develop remarkable skill in Kido spells and Shunpo. For now, though, all those major goals could wait. What Kisuke needed to focus on was getting the kid some food – he really needed it.