Professor Minerva McGonagall looked into the young face of her baby boy. What Albus was making her do was harder than anything in her life. To let her baby go, to leave him on the doorstep of some magic-hatting muggles, to claim that Lily and James were his parents, and to deny all association with the boy, was going to crush her, she was certain of it. As Harry opened his eyes, the once black eyes that her baby once had were now green, a carbon copy of Lily's. She had noticed that Albus had also changed his raven locks to those untidy ones of James Potter. The only thing he HAD kept was the boy's fresh lightning-shaped scar on his forehead. When she had asked him about it, he had said that the scar could prove to be very useful one day. "Uh-huh." She had thought. "Not when the scar is the connection between you and the darkest wizard alive."
Harry smiled up at Minerva.
"Hello, Baby." she cooed. Albus coughed slightly. She glared at him.
"Do you expect me not to say good bye to him? Did you think that doing this would be easy for me?" she asked. She didn't even wait for an answer before turning her face back to her boy. He gurgled at her, making her smile. Then, she looked into his eyes, and a tear rolled down her cheek. "I'll never see his BLACK eyes again." she thought rather unhappily. She kissed his nose. And she reached into her pocket and pulled out a chain with a lion cub pendant hanging from it. She clasped the necklace around her son's neck.
" Here, Albus, take him." Minerva said. As Albus took her baby, she transformed into a tabby cat and ran down the street.
"If only cats could cry." she thought bitterly.