Disclaimer: As I said before, I am not J.K. Rowling, so I don't own Harry Potter or, if they ever come up, any of the references.
Author's Note: Yes, I know this chapter is short and cheesy, but as I said, if you actually read what I had written, I haven't really redone this for a while. Also, like I said, it will probably get better.
Also, as a response to my first review- thanks a bunch- the change will be gradual. Very gradual.
Okay, glad I got that one off of my chest! Now, please, continue...
An odd man was waiting at the corner of Privet Drive. On the opposite side of the street, a cat was approaching him. The cat went behind a wall; from the other side walked a woman. She was a serious looking woman with black hair pulled into a tight bun.
"Why, hello, professor," the old man said. His name was Albus Dumbledore, a.k.a. Professor Dumbledore. He had a long white-silver hair and a white-silver beard just as long. He had midnight blue eyes with an odd twinkle. He was wearing half-moon shaped glasses on the bridge of his crooked nose. The woman's name was Minerva McGonagall, a.k.a. Professor McGonagall.
"Would you care for a lemon drop?" he asked politely.
"A what?" McGonagall replied, confused.
"A lemon drop," Dumbledore explained, "it's a muggle sweet I'm rather fond of."
McGonagall had a disapproving look, "No, thank you. Professor, really, I hardly think this is a time for lemon drops."
"Indeed, it isn't," Dumbledore agreed solemnly.
McGonagall gave a small sigh, "You wouldn't believe the kinds of things that the wizarding world was doing today- you'd think they'd all lost their heads! Most of them show up in the muggle world, wearing robes and cloaks, not even trying to blend in! Owls were flying everywhere!" she said this in a disapproving manner. She then added, almost slyly, "And then, there are the rumors going around."
Dumbledore said, without looking at her, "Personally, I couldn't blame them. We've had little to celebrate for years. And I would assume your mentioning the rumors would suggest that you are looking for a confirmation from me."
"Well," said McGonagall sheepishly, "I was hoping you'd enlighten me."
"The rumors are true." he confirmed.
"But-"
"I'm sorry Minerva, but Lily and James are dead." he said sadly.
McGonagall reached into her cloak and pulled out a tissue as her eyes watered. Dumbledore patted her on the back soothingly saying, "I know, I know."
She pulled herself together after a few moments and continued, "They're also saying that well- that their son, their one year old son, stopped him."
Dumbledore turned to face her, "That part is also true."
"But how? How is it possible for a little one year old to stop the darkest wizard in existence?!"
Dumbledore popped a lemon drop into his mouth, "We can only guess." he answered simply. McGonagall mumbled something that sounded a lot like "amazing."
A thought suddenly came to her, "Professor, with their parents dead, where will Lily and James' twins, Harry and Iris, go?"
"I've come to bring them here, to their aunt and uncle." he indicated the house that they were standing in front of.
McGonagall was taken aback, "What?! Here?! Dumbledore, you can't! I've been watching these muggles all day; they are by far some of the worst muggles I've seen!" Dumbledore tried to explain but she just went on, "They'd never understand them! Especially not Harry, being who he is! For, crying out loud, even Lily never thought highly of them, and she's Petunia's sister!" she had to take a breath; Dumbledore took his opportunity to speak.
"That is exactly my point, Minerva. I'm sure that Harry will become very famous later; he already is, actually. I'm also sure that there are many other magical families who'd be more than willing to take are of them.
"But, that's just it! Harry's going to be absolutely famous in the wizarding world. Can you imagine what all that attention would do to someone's head, especially a growing child's," McGonagall was absolutely silent, "Also after Voldemort's-" McGonagall flinched and Dumbledore stopped for a moment, "Really, Professor, I don't understand why people are so afraid of a name; it only brings about more fear of the person, but anyway," he continued with his original topic, "As I was saying, after Voldemort's" McGonagall didn't flinch this time, "downfall, the death eaters and his other followers will probably try to take revenge on little Harry. It's best to keep him away from that. Besides, these muggles are the only family they have left."
"Well" she mumbled, "when you put it like that, I suppose that it's best to keep him and his sister in the muggle world. But-" she motioned her hand towards the house, "why these people? I still say that they aren't the best place for two other children to grow up."
Dumbledore gave her a gentle look, "Believe me, Minerva, I do have my reasons." she didn't go any further than that.
"How are they getting here?" she asked.
"Hagrid is bringing them," he answered. She would have protested at that, but she didn't to save herself from definite embarrassment. A few moments later, there was a loud noise and a flying motorcycle landed near them. A huge, wild looking man stepped off of it carrying two bundles of blankets.
"Hello Hagrid," Dumbledore greeted, "Everything went well, I expect."
"Yessir, Professor," Hagrid said, " 'ello Professor McGonagall."
"Hello, Hagrid," McGonagall replied and then looked at the motorbike, "I can't say I'm fond of your choice of transportation, but no matter. How'd you get it?"
"Young Sirius Black lent it to me, I should probly geddit back to'em."
They looked at the bundles. In them, there were two sleeping one year old babies. The boy had a tuft of black hair and a fresh lightening bolt shaped scar on his forehead, "Is that where-" McGonagall began.
"Yes," Dumbledore answered, "That's where Voldemort cursed him, he will have that scar forever."
The girl had a small bit of red hair, but no scar could be seen. Apparently, Voldemort had only tried to kill the boy. Dumbledore took the two bundles and carried them to the Dursley's front doorstep and set them there. Along with the two toddlers, he placed a letter there. They just stood there until, finally, Hagrid broke the silence, "Well, best be getting this bike back to Sirius, g'night Perfessers."
"I suppose I better be getting on as well," McGonagall said. She turned into a cat and left.
Alone, Dumbledore muttered to the two one year olds, "Good luck," and turned away. He disappeared.
Well, that's the first "official" chapter. Love it, hate it? I know, very amateur writing- I wasn't a professional then, and I'm certainly not now.
