It was a crisp, cool, summer night on Privet Drive in London. A lone figure was standing in the middle of the street.
He has silvery hair, half-moon glasses and a crooked nose. His attire was a midnight blue robe and a cone shaped hat that had said, "Madonna is sexy!"
The man walked down the street when suddenly there was a faint rumbling behind him. He turned as the bright head lights of a cement-maker blinded him. The last thing he heard was a blaring loud automobile horn before he blacked out.
"Albus. Albus, wake up," A sharp voice said.
"Huh?" The man, Albus, blinked heavily.
"I just found you here, I though you were dead!"
"No, Minnie, I'm not dead." Albus sat up.
"Don't call me Minnie! My name's Minerva!"
"Sorry, force of habit."
"How can it be force of habit! We haven't been dating for over 45 years!" Minerva screeched.
"Keep it down, Minerva." Albus reached up to adust his Madonna hat.
"AAHHH!! Where's my Madonna hat!" Albus jumped up and began running in circles.
"R-right here, Albus." Minerva pulled it from behind her back.
"Thank you! Thank you!" Albus jammed it on his head.
"So where is--!"
"With Hagrid." Albus awnsered.
"Are you sure that is wise?"
"I trust Hagrid with Madonna." Albus said confidently.
Soon a rumbling filled the air and a massive bike flew down to the street. But it was empty.
"Out of a small compartment came a tiny man. He had twinkling brown eyes and a black beard that reached down to his ankles. He was merely three feet tall.
"Do you have it, Hagrid?"
"Yep." The little man Hagrid, said.
"Good." Albus took a little bundle from Hagrid.
"Albus, don't leave it with them. They can't be trusted."
"My dear, Minnie," Albus told her gently, "Not and 'it.' Something much greater then that." He set the bundle down at the steps of #137, Privet Drive.
Hagrid then pulled a bucket of water from the back of the bike, and Albus dropped what looked like ice into it. Smoke then erupted from the bucket and the trio ran away to make it look like they had disappeared.