One might think a muggle neighborhood ought to be serene; empty of anything out of the ordinary. That was not true of Privet Drive on this particular night. A bright light was in the sky, which was probably to compensate for the fact that all the streetlights had gone out.
With a rumbling roar, Rubeus Hagrid's flying motorcycle touched down on the street. Rolling to a stop, it arrived by a wizard and witch.
"Hagrid," Dumbledore greeted, his tone cheery as ever. "Do you have the child?"
"Ey, sir." Hagrid huffed, voice muffled by his large beard. "But are ya sure leavin' him with muggles is the best plan?"
"Why of course, Hagrid! You mustn't worry so much." Dumbledore drawled, taking the wrapped baby from the groundskeeper's arms. Making his way to the front door, Dumbledore placed the young Harry on the step. Hagrid and McGonagall watched grimly from the background.
"This shall do." Dumbledore breathed, returning to where the others were standing. "Now let's just hope this door opens inwards." He laughed quietly at his own joke.
Flicking the small item he was holding, Dumbledore returned the light to the streetlights. Hagrid saddled his motorcycle, and went hurtling up into the sky. McGonagall turned into a black cat, and slinked away. Dumbledore stood in the street for a few moments, pleased with himself.
A horn blared. Dumbledore let out a yelp as he dodged a passing car.