The twins who lived
On a quite, cold night at privet drive, number four's lights went out, indicating that Vernon and Petunia Dursley were making their way up to bed.
It had been a strange day for Mr Dursley. He kept seeing weird people in cloaks everywhere, kept hearing the dreadful name of "Potter" nearly everywhere he went. He even had to ask his wife if she'd heard anything from her sister lately. They made an oath to pretend that she never even had a sister, but she replied anyway with, "Nothing at all." At that, the conversation was dropped.
Before Mr Dursley went to sleep, he peered out of his bedroom window to see no one on the streets and the lights shinning brightly in the distance. He disappeared from the window and crept into bed.
Only a few minutes later, an elderly man with a snow white beard appeared from round the corner. He was wearing an emerald green cloak and hat and was merrily humming his way down the path of Private drive while looking through his half-moon glasses.
He stopped at number 2 and then pulled out a strange sort of lighter. He clicked a button, and the nearest light to him went out and into the lighter. He clicked it again, and again, and again until it was nearly pitch black. The only light that could be seen was from the moon.
A loan black cat was sitting on a brick wall nearby, watching the man intently. The cat made it's presence known and meowed.
The man turned, eyed the cat suspiciously for a few moments and chuckled lightly to himself. He walked over the brick wall and carefully sat down on it.
"I should have known you would be here," The man started. He looked over to the cat. It had markings around it's face as if it was wearing glasses, it's back was black with the very tip of it's chest as white. "Professor McGonagall."
The cat meowed again. The crack and crunches could be heard from the other side of the street.
The man looked at the cat again, but… it wasn't a cat sitting next to him anymore. It was a stiff looking woman.
She wore a hat, like the man did, a cloak the same colour as his, and was wearing glasses in the same place the tabby's markings were. This was the cat.
"Evening, Professor Dumbledore." The woman called McGonagall got off of the wall and sighed. "I've been sitting there all day…"
"All day? When you could have been celebrating?" Dumbledore said.
"No, nobodies been celebrating, everyone been raving mad. It may be a joyful time, Albus, but you would have thought they would have been more careful. Owls have been flying left right and centre in broad day light, shooting stars over Kent. I heard it all on the muggle news. I bet it was Dedalus Diggle! He never had any sense!"
"Calm yourself, Professor." Dumbledore said gently.
The woman sighed again and then muttered, "Are the rumours true, Albus?"
"Im afraid so, Professor. The good… and the bad."
"So… Lily… a-and James-" McGonagall was cut of by Dumbledore nodding silently. He got up and began walking down the street again.
"And the children?" McGonagall questioned again.
"Hagrid is bringing them." Dumbledore replied calmly.
"Do you really think it's safe? Trusting in Hagrid with something as… as important as this?"
Dumbledore chuckled again and ended with, "I would trust Hagrid with my life, Professor."
In the distance, a white light in the sky could be seen. It was speeding towards the two professors at full sped and ended up crashing into the numerous flowers in front of the houses. The light belonged to a motorbike, a flying motorbike. On this motorbike was a giant of a man with a great bushy beard and hair.
The giant took off the goggles he wore and greeted the two in front of him. "Professor Dumbledore, Sir. Professor McGonagall."
"No problems I trust, Hagrid?" Dumbledore said as Hagrid got down from the bike. Under both his arms, he carried two bundles.
"No Sir. The pair of 'em wen' ter kip as we where flyin' over Bristol." Hagrid said, handing one of the bundles to Dumbledore and the other to McGonagall. "Try not ter wake 'em… there we go."
Both the Professors looked down to what was in the bundles. In the one Dumbledore was holding, was a small baby boy and in the other was a tiny baby girl, both with jet black hair. The boy had a strange scar on his forehead, it was in the shape of a lightning bolt. The girl had a scar as well, but it looked normal. It was going across her face, from her forehead to her cheek. Both scars were fairly new and quite deep. The girl fluttered her eyes open and peered up at her carrier.
"Albus… she's awake." McGonagall said.
"Not to worry, professor." Hagrid said. "Ran in ter young Sirius Black. Said the lass weren't much of a crier."
McGonagall nodded and smiled at the small girl. She cooed and gargled in response.
Dumbledore started making his way down the path again, but turned at number four, the Dursley's residence.
"Albus? Do you really thinks it's safe, leaving them with these people? I've watched them all day, they're the worst sort of muggles imaginable, they really are-"
"The only family they have left." Dumbledore said softly, resting the boy on the doorstep. He gestured for the girl and McGonagall handed her to him.
"These two will be famous. There wont be a child in our world who wont know their names-"
"Exactly." Dumbledore whispered coldly. "They're far better of growing up away from all of that, until they are both ready to take it all in, don't you think so?"
McGonagall just stared at Dumbledore before finally saying, "Yes… Yes, your right."
Dumbledore leant down and placed the girl beside the boy. She peered up at them with light shinning in her eyes. Her fathers eyes.
"Just like James." McGonagall whispered fondly.
From behind, Hagrid sniffled lowly, forbidding his threatening tears to drop.
"There, there, Hagrid. It's not really good bye after all." Dumbledore said.
Hagrid only nodded as Dumbledore withdrew a letter from his cloak.
"I have instructed Mr and Mrs Dursley to explain everything to them when the time comes." Dumbledore said. He bent down once again and placed the letter on one of the bundles. The letter said:
Mr and Mrs Dursley
4 Private Drive
Little Whinging
Surrey
He got up again and looked down at the babies.
"I'd better be goin' now. See you in Hogwarts, Professors." Hagrid said as he got back on the motorbike and kicked it into life once again.
"Farewell, Hagrid." Both the professors said.
"I'd better be going too, headmaster." McGonagall said. She said goodbye to Dumbledore and soon the woman was not there, but the tabby. The cat jogged down the street and out of sight.
Dumbledore looked down at the pair one more time and whisper, "Good luck, Harry and Rachel Potter."
He then walked from the house and out of sight.
The baby boy and girl stayed there the rest of the night. The girl stayed wide awake, making sure that nobody would come near them as the images of the previous hours ran through her mind. The boy, however, slept peacefully well until morning and was awakened by the screams of his Aunt Petunia.
