Hagrid revs the flying motorbike one last time before he descends into Privet Drive, coming to a bumpy stop.
"Professor Dumbledore, Professor McGonagall," he greets the two wizarding folk waiting for him on the street as he pulls off his driving goggles.
"No problems, I trust, Hagrid?" Professor Dumbledore asks, starting to extend out his arms.
"No sir, Little tyke fell asleep just as we were flying over Bristol. Heh. Try not to wake him. Here you go," he hands a swaddled baby, Harry Potter, over to the older wizard.
Dumbledore starts to walk over to the doorstep of one of the houses, number 4. McGonagall speaks up, worried.
"Albus, do you really think its safe, leaving him with these people? I've been watching them all day. They're the worst sort of Muggles imaginable. They really are-"
"The only family he has left," Dumbledore cuts in.
"This boy will be famous. There wont be a child in our world who doesn't know his name!"
"Exactly. He's better off growing up away from all that. Until he is ready."
Hagrid sniffles, starting to cry.
"There, there, Hagrid. It's not really good-bye, after all." Dumbledore takes out a letter from his pocket and places it with the baby. He stands up and away from the boy.
"Good luck, Harry Potter."
He starts to walk away with the other two, when a hawk swoops down at baby Harry and tries to pull him away. Hagrid hears the hawk's movements and turns around. He yelps and starts to go shoo the bird away, when the hawk's mate comes along and helps. Together, the birds grab the baby and fly off, leaving Hagrid to run after them yelling. Dumbledore stares after Harry, his mouth set into an o.
McGonagall face-palms and gives chase too. But it's too late, the birds are gone over the treetops and Harry Potter, The Boy Who Lived, is gone.
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that's why you wake people up when giving them their newly orphaned nephew dammit don't just leave him out on the stoop where it can rain on him honestly