A.N: I do not own the Harry Potter series. I only own Carina Fawley. Also, if anyone would like to beta read this, I would be extremely happy.
Chapter 1
The old man sighed as he settled on the stone wall of Privet Drive. He glanced at the tabby cat that had been perched on the wall all day and gave it a strained smile.
"Didn't expect to see you here Professor McGonagall, I'd expect you to be out celebrating our latest victory," he said, before turning his gaze on the house across the street. The house, looked the same as any other on the street. Perfectly cut lawn, flower bushes and hedges perfectly trimmed, and a perfectly washed car out in the driveway. Everything looked perfect. Nothing out of place or there without a reason.
The only person out of place was the man himself. Dressed in a purple cloak with crescent moons and a long silvery beard which placed himself far out of the normal that was Privet Drive.
"Well, Albus I had other things to do then risk letting out the secret of our world." Albus turned to look at the cat, only it wasn't a cat. Where there once was a cat, was now a woman, dressed in an emerald cloak with the sternest expression on her face that would make a grown man or woman tremble. Albus however didn't cower, and gave her a sad smile.
"We've had little to celebrate these past years. It'll do good to rid us of these dark times so that we can move forward into the future," he said.
"But the reasons for this celebration, there's been rumors… dark rumors," said Professor McGonagall hesitantly, looking sternly at Albus. It was as if she wanted to hear from Albus about these rumors and their legitimacy.
However, Albus didn't say anything. Instead he merely rummaged around in his cloak until he produced a box that was titled "Lemon Drops". He held them out for Professor McGonagall who gave it a look of contempt.
"These rumors going around Albus… is that… last night, You-Know-Who—"
"Say his name my dear Professor. Your fear to say Voldemort's-" at this Professor McGonagall had cringed but Albus went on.
"Name does not negate the fear itself," he said, and Professor McGonagall had sighed, for she had heard him say those words to her and just about anyone else more times than she could count.
"Oh alright," she began irritably. "What people are saying, is that last night, V-Voldemort, had shown up at the Potter's house and that they're… dead." Professor McGonagall had taken a deep breath in as she had finished, waiting with baited breath as Albus slowly sucked on his lemon drop.
Instead of words, Albus merely lowered his head, not looking at Professor McGonagall who let out a soft cry. As Professor McGonagall let out her sorrows of this news, Albus looked up at the twinkling sky as if he were waiting for something.
"But what of the boy? What in Merlin's name happened to Harry?" suddenly asked Professor McGonagall, dabbing at her eyes with a handkerchief.
"It would appear that our dear Harry is alive and well," said Dumbledore, turning back to look at Professor McGonagall who looked as if she had been hit with the Silencio charm, for her mouth began to move with not sound coming out.
"How in the world did he survive?" she asked, "Where is he?" she looked Albus up and down and eyed his cloak, as if expecting Albus to have smuggled in Harry underneath it.
"Yes, well I have Hagrid bringing him over here-"
"Hagrid! I know you trust him, but Hagrid? Merlin's beard Dumbledore, how is Hagrid going to be bring Harry over here? And what for?" interrogated Professor McGonagall, her lips pressed tightly together as she waited for Albus to speak.
"I've come to bring Harry to his aunt and uncle's house. They're the only living relatives that he has left," said Albus, putting emphasizes in his words as he saw Professor McGonagall open her mouth up to speak once more.
Before either of them could speak once more, a loud roar filled the quiet neighborhood of Privet Drive. The noise did not come from any of the neighbors, nor did it come from down the street. In fact, it came from the sky where with increasing clarity, a large man with a bundle of blankets on what appeared to be a large motorcycle came flying down.
Albus took a step away from Professor McGonagall once he saw her expression, and met the man on the motorcycle in the middle of the street.
"Good evening Professor Dumbledore… professor McGonagall," said the man once he landed, tilting his head towards them as he swung a giant leg off of the motorcyle.
"Good evening Hagrid, where ever did you find such a fascinating motorcycle?" asked Dumbledore, a twinkle in his blue eyes. Hagrid looked down at the two professors and not so gently patted the motorcycle.
"Got if off of Sirius Black, met him at the Potter's when I was picking Harry up," said Hagrid.
"Is that Harry," asked Professor McGonagall, stepping closer to Hagrid to peer at the bundle of blankets.
"Yes ma'am. Little tyke fell fast asleep not too long after we left," he said, lowering the bundle so that the two professors could see. Inside, laid a tiny baby with dark black hair that was barely long enough to cover and angry red lightening scar. Professor McGonagall gasped as she saw it.
"Albus, couldn't you get rid of it?" she asked, as Dumbledore took Harry into his hands. Albus shook his head.
"Alas, even if I could, I wouldn't. I have found that scars can come quite handy. I for one have a scar of a map of London on the back of my knee," said Albus, cheerfully as he walked over to the house marked number four.
He reached the door step and gently set Harry there. From his cloak, he produced a thick envelope which he placed right by the bundle of blankets. The two professors and Hagrid stood there, gazing down at the miracle of a boy. Professor McGonagall had gone back to sniffling silently in her handkerchief, Hagrid had begun howling until stopped by Professor McGonagall. Albus however, stood their unmoving as if lost in a train of thought. He turned his back on Harry, his twinkle in his eye gone.
"Well, that's that. I suppose we should join the festivities now," he said, walking past Professor McGonagall and Hagrid who followed him miserably.
One by one, they left Privet Drive. Professor McGonagall slinking back into the shadows, transforming back into a cat, Hagrid restarting the motorcycle and flying off into the sky, and Albus taking out his Deluminator and putting the lights back into the street lights. He gazed once more at Harry, before turning on the spot, and disappearing into thin air.