Chapter One- The Boy Who Lived

"Mr. and Mrs. Dursley, of number four Privet Drive, were proud to say that they were perfectly normal, thank you very much."

There were some sniggers in the room.

They were the last people you'd expect to be involved in anything strange or mysterious, because they just didn't hold with such nonsense.

"You know that types of person are the first that have something to hide". - say Hermione with a mater-of-fact tone.

"No really ´Mione?"- Harry asks sarcastically and Hermione only stuck her though which he gladly stuck in return.

"Mr. Dursley was the director of a firm called Grunnings, which made drills.

"What are those?" asks too much of the surprise of the kids of 1999 Malfoy.

"There are tools that muggles use to make holes." – answer Lily.

"He was a big beefy man with hardly any neck, although he did have a very large mustache. Mrs. Dursley was thin and blond and had nearly twice the amount of neck, which came in very useful as she spent so much of her time craning over garden fences, spying on the neighbors."

"Hey that sound like my sister and her husband"- Lily exclaimed.

"I feel sorry for you Lily"- says Sirius.

"Yeah me to"- she replay.

The Dursley's had a small son called Dudley and in their opinion there was no finer boy anywhere."

"They have problems with their eyes" James and Harry say at the same time.

They look at each other and then laugh.

"Weird…" –say Sirius and Ron, who for a change just shrug.

The Dursley's had everything they wanted, but they also had a secret, and their greatest fear was that somebody would discover it. They didn't think they could bear it if any one found out about the Potters. Mrs, Potter was Mrs. Dursley's sister.

"The Potter is the best family"- Sirius say. And Remus, McGonagall and Albus nodded in agreement.

But they hadn't met for several years in fact, Mrs. Dursley pretended she didn't have a sister, because her sister and her good-for-nothing-husband were as unDursleyish as it was possible to be.

"Undursleyish is not even a world. Is it?"- say Alice for first time.

Everyone in the room just nod negative their head.

"Lily you do know that you are perfect don´t you? - ask Severus looking direct to her eyes.

"Thanks Sev." She says with her eyes a little wet.

"She´s gonna be mad with him when we get to Howgarts"-Ron whisper to Harry who nod in agreement.

"The Dursley shuddered to think what the neighbours would say if the Potters arrived in the street. The Dursley's knew that the potters had a small son, too, but they had never seen him. This boy was another good reason for keeping the Potters away; they didn't want Dudley mixing with a child like that."

"HARRY IS BETTER THAN YOUR PIG OF SON"- all the teens except Draco yell.

"er… guys you know you are yelling at a book ´bout something that already happen?"- Harry asks them.

Everyone that had yelled just look at everything except the book and Harry.

When Mr. and Mrs. Dursley woke up on the dull, grey Tuesday out story starts,there was nothing about the cloudy sky outside to suggest that strange and mysterious things would soon be happening all over the country. Mr. Dursley hummed as he picked out his most boring tie for work, and Mrs. Dursley gossiped away happily as she wrestled a screaming Dudley into his high chair. Non of the noticed a large, tawny owl flutter past the window.

"The muggles are blind"- Draco mutter.

At half past eight, Mr. Dursley picked up his briefcase, pecked Mrs. Dursley on the cheek, and tried to kiss Dudley good-bye but missed, because Dudley was now having a tantrum and throwing his cereal at the walls. "Little tyke," chortled Mr. Dursley as he left the house. He got into his car and backed out of number four's drive. It was on the corner of the street that he noticed the first sign of something peculiar– a cat reading a map".

"MINNIE". – The Marauders say at the unison but shut up when McGonagall gave them her stern look.

"Hey professor what happen if hypothetically in an animagus dog form I try to chase your animagus cat form could you play also?"- ask Sirius.

"Hypothetically.… Maybe." She answers and was trying hard not to laugh at the faces that was left in the Marauders.

for a second, Mr. Dursley didn't realize what he had seen– then he jerked his head around to look again. These was a tabby cat standing on the corner of Privet Drive, but there wasn't a map in sight. What could he have been thinking of? It must have been a trick of the light. Mr. Dursley blinked and stared at the cat. It stared back. As Mr. Dursley drove around the corner and up the road he watched the cat in his mirror it was now reading the sign; cats couldn't read maps or signs. Mr. Dursley gave himself a little shake and put the cat out of his mind. As he drove toward town he though of nothing except a large order of drills he was hoping to get that day."

As he sat in the usual morning traffic jam, he couldn't help notice that there seemed to be a lot of strangely dressed people about. People in cloaks. Mr. Dursley couldn't bear people who dressed in funny clothes — the getups you saw on young people! He supposed this was some stupid new fashion. He drummed his fingers on the steering wheel and his eye fell on a huddle of these weirdos standing quite close by. They were whispering excitedly together. Mr. Dursley was enraged to see that a couple of them weren't young at all; why, that man had to be older than her was, and wearing an emerald-green cloak!"

"Moron" – the majority of people say.

"But why the wizards are so careless?"- Remus asks.

"I´m sure you will find at the end of the chapter"- Hermione answer looking at Daphne and Destiny, who smile and nod.

The nerve of him! But then it struck Mr. Dursley that this was probably some silly stunt — these people were obviously collecting for something...yes, that would be it. The traffic moved on and a few minutes later, Mr. Dursley arrived in Grunnings parking lot, his mind back on drills."

"This guy has the best memory that I know"-Frank say with sarcasm in all his voice.

Mr. Dursley always sat with his back to the window in his office in the ninth floor. If he hadn't, he might have found it harder to concentrate on drills that morning. He didn't see the owls swooping past in broad daylight, though people sown in the street did; they pointer and gazed open-mouthed as owl after owl sped overhead. Most of them had never seen an owl even at night time. Mr. Dursley, however, had a perfectly normal, owl-free morning. He yelled at five different people. He made several important telephone calls and shouted a bit more. He was in a very good mood until lunchtime, when he though he'd stretch his legs and walk across the road to buy himself a bun from the bakery.

"He´s very boring"- Tonks say.

"Yep"- Harry say

He'd forgotten all about the people in cloaks until he passed a group of them next to the baker's. He eyed them angrily as he passed. He didn't know why, but they made him uneasy. This bunch were whispering excitedly, too, and he couldn't see a single collecting tin. It was on his way back past them, clutching a large doughnut in a bag, that he caught a few words of what they were saying.

"The Potters, that's right. That's what I heard —"

"— yes, their son Harry —"

"Hey Harry they are talking ´bout you!"- Ron say

"And when not?"

"Mr. Dursley stopped dead.

"YES"-James

"THANK GOD"- Harry

"Merlin love us"- Sirius

"Hurray"-Ron

"Yey"- Lil… wait, nop it was correct it was Lily.

Fear flooded him. He looked back at the whisperers as if he wanted to say something to them, but thought better of it.

He dashed back across the road, hurried up to his office , snapped at his secretary not to disturb him, seized his telephone, and had almost finished dialing his home number when he changed his mind. He put the receiver back down and stroked his mustache, thinking... no, he was being stupid. Potter wasn't such an unusual name. He was sure there were lots of people called potter who had a son called Harry."

"Uh-uh I´m the godfather" - Padfoot exclaimed.

"Maybe"- the golden trio say at the same time with a grin in their faces that means I-know-something-but-I'll-not-tell-you.

Come to think of it, he wasn't even sure his nephew was called Harry. He'd never even seen the boy. It might have been Harvey. Or Harold.

"Yuck the names"- Lily say

There was just no point in worrying Mrs. Dursley; she always got so upset at any mention of her sister. He didn't blame her — if He'd had a sister like that...but all the same, those people in cloaks...

He found it a lot harder to concentrate on drills that afternoon and when he left the building at five o' clock, he was still so worried that he walked straight into someone just outside the door.

"Sorry," the grunted, as the tiny old man stumbled and almost fell.

"Wow he know the world"- Harry murmur.

It was a few second before Mr. Dursley realized that the man was wearing a violet cloak. He didn't seem at all upset at being almost knocked to the ground. On the contrary, his face split into a wide smile and he said in a squeaky voice that made passers-by stare, "Don't be sorry, my dear sir, for nothing could upset me today!"

"Do you think is that day?"- Hermione whispers Harry.

"dunno, probably"

Yo…Y…You-Know-Who has gone at last! Even Muggles like your self should be celebrating, this happy, happy day.

The teens from 1978 were celebrating until they notice the looks in the other persons.

"Why are not celebrating?"- Sirius asks them

"Yes Voldemort is gone"- James stay the obvious.

"Why don´t we wait until the end of the chapter?"- Ginny say.

And the old man hugged Mr. Dursley around the middle and walked off."

"Eww he hug him"- Nymphadora scream.

Mr. Dursley stood rooted to the spot. He had been hugged by a complete stranger. He also thought he had been called a Muggle, whatever that was. He was rattled. He hurried to his car and set off for home, hoping he was imagining things, which he had never hoped before, because he didn't approve of imagination.

As he pulled into the driveway of number four, the first thing he saw — and it didn't improve his mood — was the tabby cat he'd spotted that morning. It was now sitting on his garden wall. He was sure it was the same one; it had the same markings around its eyes.

"Minnie why are you there?"- Sirius asks

"Don´t call me that Mr. Black"- The professor say.

"What ´bout Pr. Mcgee?"- But she just looks at him without word.

"He like me prongs"- he say shoving James of his sit.

Shoo!" said Mr. Dursley loudly.

"As if that works"- Say Severus.

The cat didn't move. It just gave him a stern look. Was this normal cat behavior?

"Yes"- the Marauders say.

There was a faint humph from Minerva.

"Mr. Dursley wondered. Trying to pull himself together, he let himself into the house. He was still determined not to mention anything to his wife.

Mrs. Dursley had a nice, normal day. She told him over dinner all about Mrs. Next Door's problems with her daughter and how Dudley had learned a new word ("Shan't"). Mr Dursley tried to act normally. When Dudley had been put to bed, he went into the living room in time to catch the last report on the evening news:

"And finally, bird-watchers everywhere have reported that the nations's owls have been behaving very unusually today. Although owls normally hunt at night and are hardly ever seen in daylight, there have been hundreds of sightings of these birds flying in every direction since sunrise. Experts are unable to explain why the owls have suddenly changer their sleeping pattern." The news caster allowed himself a grin. "Most mysterious. And now, over to Jim McGuffin with the weather. Going to be anymore showers of owls tonight, Jim?"

Well, Ted," said the weatherman, "I don't know about that. But it's not only the owls that have been acting oddly today. Viewers as far as Kent, Yorkshire, and Dundee have been phoning in to tell me that instead of the rain that I promised yesterday, they've had a downpour of shooting stars."

"Bet it was Dedalus Diggle, he´s an irresponsible"- Minerva says angry.

"Imagine that"- say Sirius with a far look.

"Don´t even think ´bout that Black"- Lily scream.

Perhaps people have been celebrating Bonfire Night early — it's not until next week, folks! But I can promise a wet night tonight."

Mr. Dursley sat frozen in his armchair. Shooting stars all over Britain? Owls flying by daylight? Mysterious people in cloaks all over the place? And a whisper, a whisper about the Potters…

Mrs. Dursley came into the living room carrying two cups of tea. It was no good. He'd have to say something to her. He cleared his throat nervously. "Er — Petunia, dear — you haven't heard from your sister lately, have you?"

As he had expected, Mrs. Dursley looked shocked and angry. After all, they normally pretended she didn't have a sister.

"How dare she?"- Lily cries silently and James put an arm around here and murmured something in her ear.

No," she said sharply. "Why?"

"Funny stuff on the news," Mr. Dursley mumbled. "Owls…shooting stars…and there were a lot of funny-looking people in town today…"

"So?" snapped Mrs. Dursley.

"Well, I just thought…maybe…it was something to do with…you know…her crowd."

"WITH HER CROWD"- almost everyone yell in the room except Harry and Dumbledore who just have an angry look in his eyes.

"Ah yes"- Harry said as if that was nothing.

Mrs. Dursley sipped her tea through pursed lips. Mr. Dursley wondered whether he dared tell her he'd heard the name "Potter." He decided he didn't dare. Instead he said, as casually as he could, "Their son — he'd be about Dudley's age now, wouldn't he?"

"I suppose so," said Mrs. Dursley stiffly.

"What's his name again? Howard, isn't it?"

"Harry. Nasty, common name, if you ask me."

"HEY HARRY IS A PERFECT NAME"- Lily and Ginny yell at the same time.

Harry just felt the blush in his face.

Oh, yes," said Mr. Dursley, his heart sinking horribly. "Yes, I quite agree."He didn't say another word on the subject as they went upstairs to bed. While Mrs. Dursley was in the bathroom, Mr. Dursley crept to the bedroom window and peered down into the front garden. The cat was still there. It was staring down Privet Drive as though it was waiting for something. Was he imagining things? Could all this have anything to do with the Potters? If it did ... if it got out that they were related to a pair of - well, he didn't think he could bear it.

The Dursleys got into bed. Mrs. Dursley fell asleep quickly but Mr. Dursley lay awake, turning it all over in his mind. His last, comforting thought before he fell asleep was that even if the Potters were involved, there was no reason for them to come near him and Mrs. Dursley. The Potters knew very well what he and Petunia thought about them and their kind ... He couldn't see how he and Petunia could get mixed up in anything that might be going on. He yawned and turned over. It couldn't affect them ...How very wrong he was.

"How very wrong are a lot of people"- Harry sighed looking at Snape who decide not to notice.

Mr. Dursley might have been drifting into an uneasy sleep, but the cat on the wall outside was showing no sign of sleepiness. It was sitting as still as a statue, its eyes fixed unblinkingly on the far corner of Privet Drive. It didn't so much as quiver when a car door slammed in the next street, nor when the two owls swooped overhead. In fact, it was nearly midnight before the cat moved at all.

"Only Professor Mcgee could sit so stiffy that long"- Sirius exclaimed.

A man appeared on the corner the cat had been watching, appeared so suddenly and silently you'd have thought he'd just popped out of the ground. The cat's tail twitched and its eyes narrowed. Nothing like this man had been seen in Privet Drive. He was tall, thin and very old, judging by the silver of his hair and beard, which were both long enough to tuck into his belt.

"I bet my broom that is Dumbledore"- James yell

"Prongs, my friend no one is so stupid to bet for that"- Sirius exclaimed.

He was wearing long robes, a purple cloak which swept the ground and high-heeled, buckled boots. His blue eyes were light, bright and sparkling behind half-moon spectacles and his nose was very long and crooked, as though it had been broken at least twice.

"It has"- the trio and Dumbledore exclaimed, which surprise the other present and Dumbledore himself ´cause if they knew this, the possibilities they knew the reason behind that were 99%.

This man's name was Albus Dumbledore. Albus Dumbledore didn't seem to realize that he had just arrived in a street where everything from his name to his boots was unwelcome. He was busy rummaging in his cloak, looking for something. But he did seem to realize he was being watched, because he looked up suddenly at the cat, which was still staring at him from the other end of the street. For some reason, the sight of the cat seemed to amuse him. He chuckled and muttered, "I should have known."

"Know what?"- Sirius and Ron ask

He had found what he was looking for in his inside pocket. It seemed to be a silver cigarette lighter. He flicked it open, held it up in the air and clicked it. The nearest street lamp went out with a little pop.

"It´s so cool"- Ron said taking it out of his pocket.

That made the interest of the headmaster. Why he give his invention to the young man? And Why him? But before he could ask Daphne continue reading.

He clicked it again - the next lamp flickered into darkness. Twelve times he clicked the Put-Outer, until the only lights left in the whole street were two tiny pinpricks in the distance, which were the eyes of the cat watching him. If anyone looked out of their window now, even the beady-eyed Mrs. Dursley, they wouldn't be able to see anything that was happening down on the pavement. Dumbledore slipped the Put-Outer

"Wicked"- Sirius and James sighed.

Back inside his cloak and set off down the street towards number four, where he sat down on the wall next to the cat. He didn't look at it, but after a moment he spoke to it."Fancy seeing you here, Professor McGonagall."

There were some sniggers at the fancy but Harry stop when he though why Professor McGonagall could be doing there but probably even she didn´t know.

He turned to smile at the tabby, but it had gone. Instead he was smiling at a rather severe looking woman who was wearing square glasses exactly the shape of the markings the cat had had around its eyes. She, too, was wearing a cloak, an emerald one. Her black hair was drawn into a tight bun. She looked distinctly ruffled.

"How did you know it was me?" she asked.

"My dear Professor, I've never seen a cat sit so stiffly."

There were more chuckles at that but were silenced with a look of McGonagall.

You'd be stiff if you'd been sitting on a brick wall all day," said Professor McGonagall.

"Why could you be there and sit all stiffly in the house of such borings muggles Professor"? - Draco asks looking puzzled at her.

"Maybe Mr. Malfoy I want some new at thought this family had the answers"- she respond coldly

"All day? When you could have been celebrating? I must have passed a dozen feasts and parties on my way here."

Professor McGonagall sniffed angrily.

"Oh yes, everyone's celebrating, all right," she said impatiently. "You'd think they'd be a bit more careful, but no — even the Muggles have noticed something's going on. It was on their news."

"They were being really careless"- Remus murmur.

She jerked her head back at the Dursleys' dark living-room window. "I heard it. Flocks of owls… shooting stars… Well, they're not completely stupid. They were bound to notice something. Shooting stars down in Kent — I'll bet that was Dedalus Diggle. He never had much sense."

"Wow you´re a seer"-Sirius exclaimed.

"Obviously not, it was clear if you know your former students to know their reactions at some things.

"You can't blame them," said Dumbledore gently. "We've had precious little to celebrate for eleven years."

"It´s going to happen soon then"- Frank say in a low voiced but everyone hear it.

"I know that," said Professor McGonagall irritably. "But that's no reason to lose our heads. People are being downright careless, out on the streets in broad daylight, not even dressed in Muggle clothes, swapping rumors."

She threw a sharp, sideways glance at Dumbledore here, as though hoping he was going to tell her something, but he didn't, so she went on. "A fine thing it would be if, on the very day You-Know-Who seems to have disappeared at last, the Muggles found out about us all. I suppose he really has gone, Dumbledore?"

"It certainly seems so," said Dumbledore

"Liar"- Ron, Ginny and Neville say at the same time to the surprise of the other people present except for Harry and Hermione.

We have much to be thankful for. Would you care for a lemon drop?"

"You really have a very bad obsession with that candies professor"- Harry said shooking his head.

"mmm… they are very good candies Mr. Potter. Anyone want one?- Albus answer taking a bag of them.

Only Sirius took one.

"A what?"

"A lemon drop. They're a kind of Muggle sweet I'm rather fond of."

"No, thank you," said Professor McGonagall coldly, as though she didn't think this was the moment for lemon drops. "As I say, even if You-Know-Who has gone —"

"My dear Professor, surely a sensible person like yourself can call him by his name? All this 'You-Know-Who' nonsense — for eleven years I have been trying to persuade people to call him by his proper name: Voldemort."

Some people like Frank and Tonks flinch but the majority stay still.

Professor McGonagall flinched, but Dumbledore, who was unsticking two lemon drops, seemed not to notice. "It all gets so confusing if we keep saying 'You-Know-Who.' I have never seen any reason to be frightened of saying Voldemort's name." "I know you haven't," said Professor McGonagall, sounding half exasperated, half admiring. "But you're different. Everyone knows you're the only one You-Know- oh, all right, Voldemort, was frightened of."

"You flatter me," said Dumbledore calmly. "Voldemort had powers I will never have."

"Only because he is too noble to use them," Severus talked for the third time that day.

Only because you're too — well —noble to use them."

It's lucky it's dark. I haven't blushed so much since Madam Pomfrey told me she liked my new earmuffs."

The marauders chuckled a little at that.

Professor McGonagall shot a sharp look at Dumbledore and said, "The owls are nothing next to the rumors that are flying around. You know what they're saying? About why he's disappeared? About what finally stopped him?"

It seemed that Professor McGonagall had reached the point she was most anxious to discuss, the real reason she had been waiting on a cold, hard wall all day, for neither as a cat nor as a woman had she fixed Dumbledore with such a piercing stare as she did now. It was plain that whatever "everyone" was saying, she was not going to believe it until Dumbledore told her it was true. Dumbledore, however, was choosing another lemon drop and did not answer.

"What they're saying," she pressed on, "is that last night Voldemort turned up in Godric's Hollow. He went to find the Potters.

There were some gasps for understanding from all the room but everyone stay silent.

The rumor is that Lily and James Potter are — are — that they're — dead."

"What! No they can not die"- Sirius exclaimed.

"But that means we have just 4 years alive"- James say

There were more comments but no one from Lily who was looking intently to Harry.

"You went with them don´t you?"- she asked him and everyone felt silent understanding who them were.

"Yeah, not the best lot they could be"- he said looking at the ceiling of the room.

Lily was going to ask other thing but decide to let it go for the moment.

Dumbledore bowed his head. Professor McGonagall gasped.

"Lily and James… I can't believe it… I didn't want to believe it… Oh, Albus…"

"I could say thanks for care"- James said trying to lighten the mood.

"And I could say your welcome Mr. Potter"- McGonagall answer with a sad smile.

Dumbledore reached out and patted her on the shoulder. "I know… I know…" he said heavily.

Professor McGonagall's voice trembled as she went on. "That's not all. They're saying he tried to kill the Potter's son, Harry.

"Hey no. why?"- Sirius, James, Lily shout at the same time.

"Again you're asking at a book"- Harry remember them with amusement in his eyes.

But he couldn't. He couldn't kill that little boy. No one knows why, or how, but they're saying that when he couldn't kill Harry Potter, Voldemort's power somehow broke — and that's why he's gone."

"You kill him?"- Frank asks him

"Not really"- various people answer him.

"It's — it's true?" faltered Professor McGonagall. "After all he's done… all the people he's killed… he couldn't kill a little boy? It's just astounding… of all the things to stop him… but how in the name of heaven did Harry survive?"

"Yes how?"- The people form the seventies ask

"Love"- Luna answer with a dreamy voiced

"We can only guess." said Dumbledore. "We may never know."

"Bet he knew," Sirius said. Harry smiled at his godfather, which just seem to annoy him. "Would you stop doing that, it's hard enough with the book, I don't need your knowing smug smiles."

"Sorry, Padfoot, I'll try," Harry smiled.

Professor McGonagall pulled out a lace handkerchief and dabbed at her eyes beneath her spectacles. Dumbledore gave a great sniff as he took a golden watch from his pocket and examined it. It was a very odd watch. It had twelve hands but no numbers; instead, little planets were moving around the edge. It must have made sense to Dumbledore, though, because he put it back in his pocket and said, "Hagrid's late. I suppose it was he who told you I'd be here, by the way?"

"Yes," said Professor McGonagall. "And I don't suppose you're going to tell me why you're here, of all places?"

"I've come to bring Harry to his aunt and uncle. They're the only family he has left now."

"You said other thing"- McGonagall recall

"I was going to oblivated you"

There was no answer except a lot of comets in low voiced form the Professor.

You don't mean – you can't mean the people who live here?" cried Professor McGonagall, jumping to her feet and pointing at number four. "Dumbledore — you can't. I've been watching them all day. You couldn't find two people who are less like us. And they've got this son — I saw him kicking his mother all the way up the street, screaming for sweets. Harry Potter come and live here!"

"It's the best place for him," said Dumbledore firmly. "His aunt and uncle will be able to explain everything to him when he's older. I've written them a letter."

"You try to explain everything on a letter"- to the surprise of almost everyone it was Severus and Draco who yell at the headmaster.

A letter?" repeated Professor McGonagall faintly, sitting back down on the wall. "Really, Dumbledore, you think you can explain all this in a letter?

These people will never understand him! He'll be famous — a legend — I wouldn't be surprised if today was known as Harry Potter day in the future — there will be books written about Harry — every child in our world will know his name!"

"It all depends in the family who you send me with Professor"

"Yes like with my mom, she would take care and love him but don´t let him pass without a punishment if he do wrong"- Tonks said happily.

There were nods of agreement.

"Exactly." said Dumbledore, looking very seriously over the top of his half-moon glasses. "It would be enough to turn any boy's head. Famous before he can walk and talk! Famous for something he won't even remember! Can you see how much better off he'll be, growing up away from all that until he's ready to take it?"

Professor McGonagall opened her mouth, changed her mind, swallowed, and then said, "Yes — yes, you're right, of course. But how is the boy getting here, Dumbledore?" She eyed his cloak suddenly as though she thought he might be hiding Harry underneath it.

"Hagrid's bringing him."

"You think it —wise — to trust Hagrid with something as important as this?"

"hey I could trust Ginny´s live with him".- Harry say faintly and the ones that weren´t form his year look at him puzzled but his friends and girlfriend knew how much she meant to him.

I would trust Hagrid with my life," said Dumbledore.

"Yep" and "yeas" could hear from the room.

"I'm not saying his heart isn't in the right place," said Professor McGonagall grudgingly, "but you can't pretend he's not careless. He does tend to — what was that?"

A low rumbling sound had broken the silence around them. It grew steadily louder as they looked up and down the street for some sign of a headlight; it swelled to a roar as they both looked up at the sky — and a huge motorcycle fell out of the air and landed on the road in front of them.

"Cool, I want one," Both James and Sirius said.

"I bet it mine," Sirius said, he looked at James but he just shook his head.

"I'm not going to bet you again," James said.

"Remus," Sirius asked.

"Not a chance."

"I'll take that bet," Frank said, come on what was the chance that this flying bike was Sirius.

"Cool, a Galleon yeah," Sirius said and Frank nodded.

If the motorcycle was huge, it was nothing to the man sitting astride it. He was almost twice as tall as a normal man and at least five times as wide. He looked simply too big to be allowed, and so wild — long tangles of bushy black hair and beard hid most of his face, he had hands the size of trash can lids, and his feet in their leather boots were like baby dolphins. In his vast, muscular arms he was holding a bundle of blankets.

"Ah baby Harry"- Hermione mocked. Harry looking at her just stuck his though.

"Hagrid," said Dumbledore, sounding relieved. "At last. And where did you get that motorcycle?"

"Borrowed it, Professor Dumbledore, sir," said the giant, climbing carefully off the motorcycle as he spoke. "Young Sirius Black lent it to me. I've got him, sir."

"Pay up"

"But how do you could have got something like that?"

"Maybe with the money that my uncle Aphard left me"

No problems, were there?"

"No, sir — house was almost destroyed, but I got him out all right before the Muggles started swarmin' around. He fell asleep as we was flyin' over Bristol

"Cute"- almost all every girl in the room cooed.

Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall bent forward over the bundle of blankets. Inside, just visible, was a baby boy, fast asleep. Under a tuft of jet-black hair over his forehead they could see a curiously shaped cut, like a bolt of lightning.

"Cool"- Sirius exclaimed.

"Is that where —?" whispered Professor McGonagall.

"Yes," said Dumbledore. "He'll have that scar forever."

"Couldn't you do something about it, Dumbledore?"

"Even if I could, I wouldn't. Scars can come in handy. I have one myself above my left knee that is a perfect map of the London Underground. Well — give him here, Hagrid — we'd better get this over with."

Dumbledore took Harry in his arms and turned toward the Dursleys' house.

"Could I — could I say good-bye to him, sir?" asked Hagrid. He bent his great, shaggy head over Harry and gave him what must have been a very scratchy, whiskery kiss. Then, suddenly, Hagrid let out a howl like a wounded dog.

"Hey I resent that". - Sirius yelled.

"The chase between the dag and the cat was hypothetical right Mr. Black?"- McGonagall ask looking at the Marauders warily.

"Yep"- the three marauders say with very innocent faces and the golden trio snorted, but the professor decided not to ask.

Shhh!" hissed Professor McGonagall, "You'll wake the Muggles!"

"S-s-sorry," sobbed Hagrid, taking out a large, spotted handkerchief and burying his face in it. "But I c-c-can't stand it —Lily an' James dead — an' poor little Harry off ter live with Muggles —"

"Yes, yes, it's all very sad, but get a grip on yourself, Hagrid, or we'll be found," Professor McGonagall whispered, patting Hagrid gingerly on the arm as Dumbledore stepped over the low garden wall and walked to the front door. He laid Harry gently on the doorstep, took a letter out of his cloak, tucked it inside Harry's blankets, and then came back to the other two.

"You just left my baby in the doorstep and left!"- Lily yelled at Dumbledore who just moved in the seat.

"How dare you left a baby just there!- McGonagall reclaimed.

"Uh now I understand why they think I was junk"- Harry murmur and only Hermione hear who gasp and hug him.

For a full minute the three of them stood and looked at the little bundle; Hagrid's shoulders shook, Professor McGonagall blinked furiously, and the twinkling light that usually shone from Dumbledore's eyes seemed to have gone out.

"Well," said Dumbledore finally, "that's that. We've no business staying here. We may as well go and join the celebrations."

"Yeah," said Hagrid in a very muffled voice, "I best get this bike away. G'night, Professor McGonagall — Professor Dumbledore, sir."

Wiping his streaming eyes on his jacket sleeve, Hagrid swung himself onto the motorcycle and kicked the engine into life; with a roar it rose into the air and off into the night.

"I shall see you soon, I expect, Professor McGonagall," said Dumbledore, nodding to her. Professor McGonagall blew her nose in reply.

Dumbledore turned and walked back down the street. On the corner he stopped and took out the silver Put-Outer. He clicked it once, and twelve balls of light sped back to their street lamps so that Privet Drive glowed suddenly orange and he could make out a tabby cat slinking around the corner at the other end of the street. He could just see the bundle of blankets on the step of number four.

"Good luck, Harry," he murmured. He turned on his heel and with a swish of his cloak, he was gone.

"I´ll would need it".

A breeze ruffled the neat hedges of Privet Drive, which lay silent and tidy under the inky sky, the very last place you would expect astonishing things to happen. Harry Potter rolled over inside his blankets without waking up. One small hand closed on the letter beside him and he slept on, not knowing he was special, not knowing he was famous, not knowing he would be woken in a few hours' time by Mrs. Dursley's scream as she opened the front door to put out the milk bottles, nor that he would spend the next few weeks being prodded and pinched by his cousin Dudley… He couldn't know that at this very moment, people meeting in secret all over the country were holding up their glasses and saying in hushed voices: "To Harry Potter — the boy who lived!"

"But hey they mention me, but shy I´m not an option of taking control of him, or Remus and Peter or even Alice we are friends of the family and even the last one have a baby to take care of"- Sirius ask looking very confuse.

"Well we can´t tell you why you can´t take him, Remus is an werewolf and law didn´t let him, Peter is another out of discussion, Alice was in hiding also…"- Daphne answer him.

"Now we need to check on some things returning the favor so Daphne and I are going out, Remus is in charge. Bye."- And with that both disappear.

"So I think is my turn to read."- Lupin say taking the book.