The Original Order reads Harry Potter Book 1.
Chapter Three: The Boy Who Lived.
Mr. Dursley may have been drifting into an uneasy sleep, but the tabby cat that was still outside and sitting on the garden wall showed no sign of sleepiness. It was sitting still as a statue and its eyes were fixed unblinkingly on the far corner of Privet Drive. It didn't quiver when a car door slammed shut on the next street, nor twitched when two owls swooped overhead in the sky.
In fact, it was nearly midnight before the cat even moved at all and it was at that particular moment when the cat spotted movement coming from the far corner, a faint silhouette of a person walking towards the street, causing the cat's tail to twitch and narrowed its eyes.
The silhouette continued to walk closer and closer towards the street before stopping near a street lamp, its light revealing what the silhouette is. It was a man, a man no one in Privet Drive has ever seen before and would certainly never be welcomed because of his physical appearance and his outfit. He was tall, thin and very old with silver hair and a beard, which were both long enough to be tucked into his belt, pale skin, a very long and crook nose that seemed to be broken twice and brilliant, twinkling blue eyes that were behind a pair of half-moon spectacles. He wore long robes with a purple cloak that swept off the ground and high-heeled, buckled boots. This man's name was Albus Dumbledore.
"Yay! Dumbledore's introduced in the story!" Everyone in the room, except Narcissa and Lily, exclaimed happily from the Headmaster's introduction, Hagrid being the loudest.
Dumbledore, like Narcissa and Lily, didn't join the exclamations but smiled slightly.
Rolling her eyes from everyone's exclamation and feeling amused, Lily resume reading.
Albus Dumbledore didn't seem to realize he had just arrived in the street he was in because he was busy digging through his robes, looking for something. However, it was a moment later that he realized he was being watch, which caused him to suddenly look up from what he was doing and spotted the tabby cat. It was still staring at him with narrowed eyes. Dumbledore seemed amused from seeing the cat instead of being shocked, which caused him to let out a soft chuckle before muttering, "I should have known…"
"It seems like Albus recognized Minerva." Frank amusingly said, getting chuckles around the room.
Dumbledore resumed digging through his robes before founding what he was looking for and pulled it out, revealing a circular, small cigarette lighter. It had a black handle with green markings on it and the top and bottom were made of silver. This item is called the Deluminator, a device that can remove any light sources and created by Albus Dumbledore.
"That's amazing!" The Prewett twins and the Marauders exclaimed, fascinated by the device's description and amazed that Dumbledore created it.
"Indeed, I've never heard such of a device before." Frank said, also fascinated by the device. "Albus, is there any more of these devices?"
"No, it's the only Deluminator I've ever created." Dumbledore replied, earning shocked looks from everyone in the room. "We can talk more about the Deluminator later. Right now, I want to listen to the rest of the chapter."
Dumbledore raised the Deluminator up in the air, flipped the top open and clicked it. Almost immediately, a small ball of light from a faraway street lamp came towards the Deluminator, resulting the street lamp to blackout. He clicked the Deluminator again and another street lamp blackout, just like the first one. Dumbledore repeated the same action to the other street lamps twelve times until the whole street was descended in total darkness. If anyone was to look out the window, they wouldn't be able to see anything because of the total darkness.
Dumbledore put the Deluminator away in his robes and set off down the street towards the Dursley's house. Once he reached the house, he walked over to the garden wall and sat down next to the tabby cat. He didn't look at it but spoke to it a moment later.
"Fancy seeing you here at this time of night, Professor McGonagall."
Dumbledore turned his head to smile at the tabby cat, but the cat was gone. Instead, he was smiling at a rather severe-looking woman who was sitting next to him. She had black hair in a tight bun, pale skin and green eyes that were behind a pair of square-shape glasses, the exact same shape the tabby cat had around its eyes. She, like Dumbledore, was wearing robes and a cloak, but the color of her robes was black, and the color of her cloak was emerald.
"How did you know it was me?" Professor McGonagall asked.
"My dear Professor, I've never seen a cat sit so stiffly."
"You would be stiff if you were sitting on a brick wall all day."
"All day? When you could have been celebrating? I must've passed by dozens of feasts and parties on my way here, and the people looked happy instead of being stiff."
Professor McGonagall sniffed angrily, not amused by Dumbledore's humor.
"Oh, yes, everyone is celebrating, alright," Professor McGonagall said impatiently. "You'd think they would be careful when celebrating but they didn't, and their actions caused the Muggles to notice something's going on in Britain. I heard what happened on the news." She jerked her head towards the Dursley's dark living room. "Flocks of owls and shooting stars. The Muggles, while not completely stupid, were bound to notice it. And I bet the shooting stars was Dedalus Diggle. He never had much sense."
"HEY!" Dedalus shouted in outrage, feeling greatly offended from what Minerva said about him.
"I apologize." Minerva said stiffly, not feeling sorry about what her future self said in the book.
"You can't blame them, Professor," Dumbledore said gently. "We had little time to celebrate for eleven years."
"I know we had no time to celebrate for eleven years, Dumbledore," Professor McGonagall said irritably. "But there's no need for us to lose our heads, become careless, walk around in broad daylight without Muggle clothes on and swapping rumors." She threw a sharp, sideways glance at Dumbledore when she said that last part, hoping he would tell her something, but he didn't, which caused Professor McGonagall to continued talking. "A field day it would be if, on the very day You-Know-Who seemed to disappear at last, the Muggles found out about us. I supposed he really is gone?"
"It certainly seems so," Dumbledore replied, pulling out something from his robes. "We have much to be thankful for. Would you care for a lemon drop?"
"A what?" Narcissa asked, wondering what a lemon drop was. Other people in the room also wonder what a lemon drop was.
"A what?"
"Cissy, try not to copy words from the book." Andromeda teasingly said, chuckling at the flushed look on Narcissa's face.
"Yeah, try not to copy words!" Nymphadora exclaimed, copying her mother's words and giggling at the gob-smack expression on Narcissa's face.
"A lemon drop, Professor. They are a kind of Muggle candy I'm rather fond of."
"No, thank you," Professor McGonagall said coldly, not finding the particular need to talk about sweets. "As I was saying, even if You-Know-Who is gone-"
"My dear Professor, surely a sensible person like yourself can call him by his name?" Dumbledore interrupted. "All this 'You-Know-Who' nonsense. For eleven years, I've been trying to persuade people to call him by his proper name: Voldemort." Professor McGonagall flinched from hearing the name, but Dumbledore, who had taken out two lemon drops, did not notice. "It becomes confusing when we keep referring him as 'You-Know-Who.' I have never seen any reason to be frightened from saying Voldemort's name."
"That's because you're different than most people, Albus." Sirius explained. "You're the only the who can go par to par on You-Know-Who."
"Thank you, Sirius," Dumbledore softly said.
"I know you haven't," Professor McGonagall said, sounding half exasperated, half admiring. "But you're different than most people. Everyone knows that you're the only one You-Know-Who – oh, alright, Voldemort – was frightened of."
"Sirius, don't pull a Narcissa." James said, snickering at the look on Sirius's face, oblivious to the death glare he was receiving from Narcissa, who was greatly offended from what he said about her.
"Want to repeat what you just said, Potter?" Narcissa asked, as she reached into her robes and slowly pulled out her wand. "I will be very happy to give you a lesson of pain."
"Cissy," Andromeda warned, placing a comforting hand on Narcissa's shoulder, which caused the blonde-hair woman to calm down and put her wand back into her robes.
"You flatter me." Dumbledore said calmly. "Voldemort had powers I will never have."
"Only because you're too, well, noble to use them."
"It's a stroke of luck that it's dark outside. I haven't blushed so much when Madam Pomfrey told me she liked my new earmuffs."
"I really didn't need to hear that at all." Marlene stated, her tanned face turning green.
"Yeah, me too." Lily said, her face also turning green, but her stomach became slightly ill.
"Mommy, I don't feel well." Nymphadora said, her face turning very green and the color of her hair changing from bubble-gum pink to sickly yellow. She looked on the verge of throwing up.
"Here's a bucket for you to throw up in, dear," Minerva said, quickly taking out her wand and conjured a bucket out of thin air before levitated it towards the young girl who grabbed it and proceeded to throw up in.
After a few minutes, Nymphadora stopped vomiting in the bucket and raised her head up to let Andromeda wiped her mouth and sweaty face with a rag, while letting Ted to vanish the bucket, along with the contents, with his wand.
"Are we ready to proceed?" Dumbledore asked, getting nods around the room, a shaky one from Nymphadora. "Alright, then let's continued reading."
"The owls are nothing to the rumors that are flying around," Professor McGonagall said, sending a sharp look towards Dumbledore. "You know what everyone's saying? About why he's disappeared? About what finally stopped him?"
It seems that Professor McGonagall had reached the point she was most anxious to discuss with Dumbledore, the real reason why she had been waiting on a cold, hard wall and Privet Drive all day. She was fixing Dumbledore a piercing stare that would make anyone caved and give her answers. Since she was a no-nonsense woman, she was not going to believe the 'rumors' that are flying around until Dumbledore confirms it. But Dumbledore didn't answer and chose to eat another lemon drop.
"What everyone's saying," Professor McGonagall pressed on. "Is that Voldemort appeared in Godric Hollow's last night and went to find the Potters. The rumor is that Lily and James Potter are…dead."
There was once again a stunned silence in the Room of Requirement, but this stunned silence was thicker and heavy than before, all because of Minerva said in the book.
"The rumor is that Lily and James Potter are dead."
"J-J-James and L-L-Lily are d-d-d-d-dead?" Remus croaked out in disbelief, tears pooling at the corner of his eyes.
What Remus said was the trigger of everyone's reaction. Marlene and Alice burst into tears and went to hug Lily, whose face was white as a ghost from what she just read before, as if a tidal wave was washed over her body, heavy tears streamed down her face. The red-hair woman couldn't believe that she, along with her husband and newborn son, was dead instead of being alive. Just when she became excited when she learned Voldemort was gone at long last.
Andromeda had silent tears streaming down her face, finding it hard to believe that her distant cousin and friend was dead in the future. While she couldn't call James her distant cousin anymore since she was disowned from the Black family, she will always consider him as a cousin.
Narcissa, seeing the silent tears on her big sister's face, reached over to wrap her arms around Andromeda and pulled her into a comforting hug.
Ted was embracing a wailing Nymphadora in his lap, his eyes showing pain and sadness as he rubbed comforting circles on his daughter's back.
Sirius let out a howl of sorrow and misery like a dog before embracing a deeply shock James, with Remus also hugging James but proceeded to sob on his shoulder. Peter Pettigrew, a small, average height, young man with short, mousy brown hair, pale skin and blue eyes, sobbed silently in his seat.
Hagrid and Filius were sobbing heavily from learning that James and Lily are dead in the future. The former thought of them as his friends since they hang out with him during James's and Lily's school days and the latter thought of them as his favorite students.
Frank turned his head away to hide the look of sadness on his face, finding it hard to believe that James and Lily are dead like Andromeda.
The Prewett twins, Dedalus, Elphias, Edgar Bones, Dorcas and Alastor lowered their heads, sad to learn that two of their most gifted members of the Order were perished by the Dark Lord.
Minerva's stern look changed into a look of deep sadness, and she covered her face with her hands, letting out muffled sobs.
'Is this how far you have fallen to the Dark Arts, Tom? To the point where you would kill newborn children for your own sadistic pleasure?' Dumbledore thought with great anger inside him, an emotion he didn't like at all, while closing his eyes to prevent the tears that were desperate to leak out. The last time he had anger inside him was when Voldemort killed ten Hogwarts students and that happened during a Hogsmeade visit. 'I was hoping to show you the error of your ways when we confront each other, but it seems you are beyond redemption for me to even show you the error of your ways. When we do meet, I will be putting you down.'
Everyone in the Room of Requirement wasn't sure how long they'd continued to sob over James's and Lily's death from the future, but they didn't care; all they cared about was mourning for the lost of two people. Eventually, it was Dumbledore who spoke after grieving.
"I know it's sad that James and Lily are dead in the future, and I want us to continued mourning for them," Dumbledore said, getting everyone's attention. "But we must remember an important fact, everyone. This hasn't happened yet, which means we can prevent their deaths from happening in the future, along with many innocents, and the only way to do that is to keep reading the book."
Everyone couldn't help but wholeheartedly agree with Dumbledore's logic about the Potter's deaths not happening yet and realized they can indeed prevent their deaths, along with many innocents who are becoming Voldemort's victims. And the only way to prevent the deaths from happening is by reading the books from the future.
It took a while for everyone to calm down since James's and Lily's deaths still affected their minds, but once they were calm and ready to listen to the book, Lily began reading the book.
Dumbledore once again didn't say anything but bowed his head, which caused Professor McGonagall to let out a horrified gasp. The rumors about the Potters and Voldemort were true but while she was happy that Voldemort was gone, she was deeply upset from what happened to the Potters.
"I-I can't believe it…" Professor McGonagall said with shock in her voice. "Lily and James…I didn't want to believe the rumors at all…I thought they were just causing me to become paranoid…but they're real…oh, Albus…"
"I know…" Dumbledore said heavily as he reached out to pat Professor McGonagall's shoulder. "I know…"
Professor McGonagall's voice trembled as she continued talking. "That's not all everyone's saying. They're saying Voldemort tried to kill the Potter's son, Harry. But…he couldn't. He couldn't kill that little boy. No one knows why or how, but when Voldemort tried to kill Harry Potter, his power's somehow broke and that's why he disappeared."
Everyone's eyes widened to the size of dinner plates from what they just heard.
"Our son…is still alive?" Lily asked, feeling a flutter of hope in her chest.
"Oh, thank Merlin!" James exclaimed, a fresh wave of tears streaming down of his face. The tears weren't sad but happy. "Our son has survived against the Dark Lord! The Potter family hasn't become extinct!" James's exclamation caused everyone to cheer loudly.
'But how did Harry survive against Tom?' Dumbledore thought, shocked that a newborn child was able to survive against the Dark Lord and the only person not cheering like everyone else. He was hoping the answer to his question can be answered in the book so that he can use it against Voldemort.
Dumbledore nodded glumly.
"So, it's true?" Professor McGonagall faltered, tears pooling at the corners of her eyes. "After everything Voldemort's has done…all the people he's killed and tortured…he couldn't kill a little boy? It's astounding – a miracle even – for such a thing to happened, but how in the name of heaven did Harry survive?"
"That is something we all want to know." Remus said, getting nods from everyone.
"We can only guess, Professor," Dumbledore replied. "We may never know."
Professor McGonagall pulled out a handkerchief from her robes and dabbed her eyes with it. Dumbledore gave a great sniff as he took out a golden watch from his robes and examined it. It was a very odd watch than normal watches. Instead of having two hands and numbers, this watch had twelve hands and little planets that were moving around the edge. Anyone who looked at the watch for the first time would never understand it, but Dumbledore seemed to understand the watch and gave himself a nod.
"Hagrid's late," Dumbledore said, putting the golden watch back into his robes. "I suppose it was he who told you I would be here?"
"Yes," Professor McGonagall replied. "And I'm amusing you are going to tell me why you're here in Privet Drive of all places?"
"I have come to bring Harry to his aunt and uncle. They're the only family he has left."
Almost immediately after the future Dumbledore replied to Minerva's question, protests began ringing in the air.
"Why leave our savior in the hands of Muggles, Dumbledore?!"
"Harry should've gone to me since I'm James's cousin!"
"This is a disgrace for the Potter family!"
Although everyone's protest was loud, Lily's protest was the loudest of them all. "Dumbledore, you cannot be serious of leaving my son with the Dursleys! You heard what they said about us; they'll never raise Harry as a nephew. They'll raise him as a slave!"
"I'm sure my future self has a very good reason on why I'm placing Harry with the Dursleys, Lily," Dumbledore defensively said, ceasing any protest. "And while I am concerned about Harry being raised at the Dursleys, I'm pretty sure they won't do anything to him."
"Bullshit!" Lily snarled, glaring fiercely at Dumbledore, while forgetting a child is in the room. "I call bullshit, Dumbledore!"
"Language, Lily! There's a child in here!" Marlene chided, giving Lily a hard slap to the arm.
"Sorry," Lily muttered, rubbing her arm and giving an apologetic look at the Tonks family.
"Let's just continue reading," Alice spoke up. "Maybe we'll find the reason Albus was talking about."
"You don't mean – you can't possibly mean these people who live here?!" Professor McGonagall cried, jumping to her feet and pointing a finger at number four. "Dumbledore, you can't leave Harry here! I've been watching them all day and was aghast from what I saw; you won't find two people who are less like us. They also have this son; he is so spoiled beyond belief. I saw him kicking his mother up the street while screaming for sweets. To have Harry Potter live here is mind blowing!"
"It is the best place for Harry, Professor," Dumbledore said firmly. "His aunt and uncle will explain everything to him when he's older. I have written a letter to them."
"A letter?" Professor McGonagall faintly repeated, sitting back down on the wall. "Really, Dumbledore? You think a letter can be explained from all of this? These people will never understand Harry! He'll be famous throughout Europe, a legend even, and I won't be surprised if this day will be called Harry Potter Day. There will be books written about him, all sorts of rubbish about what the people believe instead of getting know the real Harry Potter, and everyone in our world will know his name!"
"Now, Minerva, what does that statement about a letter remind me of?" Filius asked with a smirk on his face, sending a pointed look at a flush-looking Minerva.
"That's different, Filius!" Minerva retorted, glaring at the people who were chuckling at her.
"Sure, it is." Filius nodded his head, his smirk growing.
"Exactly," Dumbledore said, looking very serious. "The fame would be enough to turn any boy's head, making them arrogant, snobbish, narrow-mind and look down on anyone, and that is something I don't want the Potter's son to be. Imagine him being arrogant! Imagine him looking down on everyone! His fame will so large that it will be impossible for him make any friends in our world. Professor, can't you see it's better for Harry to grow up away from his fame until he's ready to take it?"
"As much as I don't like my son staying at the Dursleys for the rest of his life, I can't argue with Dumbledore's logic." Lily admitted, letting out a heavy sigh. What future Dumbledore said was true, Harry would be much better off in the Muggle World where he'll have a normal childhood like all kids should have before he enters the Magical World. It was not a good idea to let fame go to a child's head when he or she had lost their parents to the Dark Lord.
However, the fact that her son was being raised at the Dursleys made a feeling Lily couldn't described appeared in her chest and she hopes the feeling would go away.
"I agree, the fame will be enough to turn anyone's head, including a child." Marlene seconded, also thinking the same thing as Lily, but minus being raised in the Muggle World.
"But still, I think Harry should've been raised with me since I'm James's cousin and Nymphadora would have a little cousin to play with." Andromeda said, frowning that Harry wasn't going to be raised by her and her family. She can already imagine what things would be like if Harry live with the Tonks family.
Andromeda and Ted would be an excellent parental models to Harry, teaching him everything about the Muggle World and the Magical World, while Nymphadora would be an excellent older cousin to Harry, watching out for him and making sure he doesn't get hurt.
"Don't call me Nymphadora!" Nymphadora exclaimed with a cute scowl on her face. She hated her first name. Why can't her parents just call her Tonks?!
"What do you mean Harry should be raised by you, Andi? I'm the one who should raise Harry since I'm James's best friend and mate!" Sirius exclaimed, glaring at Andromeda.
"Black, if you were to raise Harry, it won't work well because you'll be highly emotional from losing the Potters." Narcissa spoke up, getting everyone's attention. "You'll just be depressed for the rest of your life and drink large amounts of alcohol."
Sirius couldn't argue with what Narcissa said because it was the truth. He wouldn't be able to raise Harry the way he was from being depressed and drinking large amounts of alcohol. Hell, he wouldn't be able to raise his own kid if he had one and the thought of not raising his own kid caused Sirius to gain a pain expression on his face.
"Would you please continue reading, Lily?" Dumbledore asked, know what Sirius was thinking at the moment.
Lily nodded and resumed reading, not before giving Sirius a sympathy look.
Professor McGonagall opened her mouth to argue more about Harry's placement but decided to change her mind since she knew she would never get Dumbledore to change his mind, though it was because she agrees that Harry was better off being raised away from his fame until he's ready to take it.
"Yes, yes, you're right, Albus. The boy would be best being raised away from his fame. But how is he getting here?" Professor McGonagall asked, eyeing Dumbledore's robes as if he was hiding Harry underneath.
"If you two say something funny about me, I'll personally hex the living daylights out of you that you'll never walk again." Minerva threatened with malice in her voice, as she glared at the Prewett twins who looked on the verge of saying something to humor themselves.
"W-w-we weren't going t-to say a-a-anything, Minerva," The Prewett twins stammered out, feeling a cold shiver running down their spines from hearing the malice in Minerva's voice.
"Hagrid's bringing him."
"Do you think it's wise to trust Hagrid with something important as this?"
"Hey! I can be trustworthy of bringing little Harry on Dumbledore's orders!" Hagrid exclaimed with a betrayed expression on his face, even though it was hard to see because of his bushy hair and beard.
"I'm sure my future self isn't doubting your loyalties, Hagrid," Minerva said with haste in her voice, trying to calm the large man down. "But you can be careless sometimes and could drop Harry."
"I trust Hagrid with my son." James stated, giving the huge man a grin.
"Me too, as long as he doesn't drop Harry." Lily said, giving Hagrid a threatening look.
"You won't have to worry about me dropping Harry, Lily, I can assure you." Hagrid said, placing a large hand over his chest, swearing that he would never do such a thing.
"I trust Hagrid with all my life." Dumbledore said with a small smile on his face.
"I won't deny Hagrid's heart is in the right place and can be trustworthy," Professor McGonagall said grudgingly. "But you must admit that he can be careless sometimes. He does tend to take an interest in – what was that?"
A low rumbling sound broken the silence in Privet Drive, making Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall stand up and look around to figure out where the sound was coming from. They didn't see a car approaching and the sound grew steadily louder, which was, apparently and unbelievably, coming from the sky. The two adults looked up in the sky when the rumbling sound changed into a roar, and they saw a huge motorcycle descending downwards from the sky, much to their surprised. They watch as the motorcycle landed on the street with a loud screech, which didn't wake up the neighborhood, and driven up towards them before coming to a complete stop.
If the motorcycle was huge, it was nothing compared to the man sitting on it. He was twice as tall as a normal man, towering over Dumbledore's and Professor McGonagall's height, and at least five times wide with massive muscular build. He was simply too big to be allowed in Privet Drive – the neighborhood would be baffled from seeing this man – and so wild. He had long tangles of bushy black and beard that hid most of his face, fair skin and beetle-black eyes. His hands were like trash can lids and his feet in leather boots were like baby dolphins. He was carrying a bundle of blankets in his arms.
"Hagrid," Dumbledore said, sounding relieved from seeing the large man. "You've finally arrived. And where did you get that motorcycle?"
"Borrowed it, Professor Dumbledore, sir," The large man said, climbing carefully off the motorcycle and walking towards Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall. "Young Sirius Black lent it to me. I've got Harry, sir."
"You have a flying motorcycle, Sirius?" Frank asked, turning to face the said man with a shock look on his face.
"I do," Sirius replied with a smug grin on his face. "I bought one after I was done with Hogwarts and spend two weeks putting magic into it."
"That's impressive," Dumbledore complimented the young man. "Maybe you'll be able to give little Harry a ride in your bike."
"No, he won't!" Lily exclaimed, shuddering at the idea. There was no way in hell she'll let Sirius take her son on that blasted bike and go ride around. She'll destroy the bike if Sirius puts Harry on it!
"There weren't any problems?"
"No, sir. The house was almost destroyed, though, but I've gotten Harry out in one piece before the Muggles started swarming around. He felled asleep when we were flying over Bristol."
Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall bent forward to look inside the bundle of blankets. Inside was a baby boy, fast asleep. He had a tuft of jet-black hair and a lightning bolt shape scar on his forehead.
"Aw! He's so cute!" All the females in the Room of Requirement cooed, gushing how cute little Harry was.
"Is that where Voldemort struck Harry?" Professor McGonagall whispered, pointing out the scar while ignoring the Hagrid's flinch.
"Yes," Dumbledore replied with a nod of his head. "He will have that scar forever."
"Can't you do something about it?"
"Even If I did find a solution to get rid of the scar on Harry's forehead, Professor, I couldn't. Scars can come in handy; I have one above my left knee that is a perfect map for London's Underground. Well, give him here, Hagrid. We'd better get this over with."
Dumbledore took Harry in his arms and turned towards the Dursley's house.
"Can I – can I say goodbye to him, sir?" Hagrid asked with a bit of plead in his voice. When Dumbledore gave him a gentle nod for confirmation, Hagrid bent his great head over Harry and gave him a very scratchy, whiskered kiss. After he'd done that, Hagrid suddenly let a howl like a wounded dog.
"Shh!" Professor McGonagall hissed, startled at the howl. "You'll wake the Muggles!"
"S-s-sorry!" Hagrid sobbed, pulling out a large handkerchief from his coat and buried his face in it. "But I c-can't stand it! Lily and James dead and l-little Harry going t-to be raised by Muggles…"
Everyone looked down at that statement, feeling sad the last Potter being raised in the Muggle World instead of the Magical World.
"Yes, yes, it's very sad for Harry to grow up here, Hagrid, but get a grip or we'll be found." Professor McGonagall whispered, patting Hagrid gingerly on the arm as they watch Dumbledore step over the garden wall and walked up to the front door. From there, he gently laid Harry on the doorstep, took a letter out of his cloak, tuck it inside the bundle and walked back to where the others were standing.
For a full minute, the three adults just stood and stared at the bundle in silence. Hagrid's shoulders shook from sobbing, Professor McGonagall dabbed her eyes again with the handkerchief she used, and Dumbledore's eyes lost its twinkle.
"Well, that's that." Dumbledore said, breaking the silence. "We have no business of staying here anymore. We might as well go join the celebrations."
"Right," Hagrid said in a very muffled voice, putting his handkerchief away. "I better get this bike out of here. Good night, Professor McGonagall and Professor Dumbledore, sir." Wiping his streaming eyes on his jacket sleeve, Hagrid swung himself on the motorcycle and kicked the engine into life. With a loud roar, the motorcycle rosed into the air and shot off into the night.
"I expect I'll see you soon, Professor McGonagall?" Dumbledore asked, turning to look at the server-looking woman who nodded her head before blowing her nose on the handkerchief. "Then let's go our separate ways."
Dumbledore turned and walked back down the street he had came from. Once there, he stopped and pulled out the Deluminator from his robes. He clicked it and the twelve balls of light sped back to their street lamps so that Privet Drive won't be in total darkness. With the street having light again, Dumbledore saw a tabby cat slinking around the corner on the other side of the street and he can now see the bundle of blankets of number four's doorstep.
"Good luck, Harry." Dumbledore murmured
A breeze ruffled the neat hedges of Privet Drive, which lay silent and tidy under the black sky, the last place you would expect astonishing things to happened. Harry Potter rolled over in his blankets without waking up, a small hand closed on the letter beside him. He slept on, not knowing he was special, not knowing he was famous, not knowing he was going to be awaken in a few hours by Mrs. Dursley's scream when she opens the front door to put out milk bottles and not knowing he was going to spend the next few weeks being pinched and prodded by his cousin, Dudley.
Harry didn't even know that at the 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!"
"That's the end of the first chapter." Lily stated after she read the final sentence.
"To think this happens in just two years." James said, taking note of the year the war ends. It started in 1970 and ended in 1981.
"I hope we can prevent the Potters deaths from happening and learn about Voldemort's secrets." Dumbledore said, ignoring everyone's finches.
"Should we get started on reading the next chapter and learn about Harry's life?" Emmeline asked with enthusiastic in her voice.
"Yeah, I want to learn about little Harry!" Nymphadora exclaimed happily.
Lily smiled at the enthusiasm in Nymphadora and if she was honest with herself, she wanted to learn more about her son. "Sure, we can read more, but who's going to read the next chapter?"
"Can I read?" Andromeda offered, making Lily nod her head and passed the book over. "Thanks."
"What's the chapter's title called, Andi?" Sirius asked.
"It's called The Vanishing Glass."
I'm just going to go ahead and say I am very, very glad that I got the second part of the Boy Who Lived chapter done. This took me long to write and it actually caused me a bit of stress. There was just so many words I had to copy from the book, edit the sentences I want to change, and I had to write the Order's reactions. All in all, this chapter was long to write. But I hope you guys enjoy it.
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