-------------------------- (if you ever feel confused, please read the foreword. Thanks)

Harry and Cherry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone

In front of a normal house, in a quiet, normal street of the suburbs of London, on the very late night, a strange meeting was taking place. There were an old white-bearded man, and a slightly younger lady, both wearing what can only be called "abnormal" clothing.

"Are you sure that this is a good idea, Professor Dumbledore? I have been watching then all day long, and they are the muggle equivalent to the Wizards' League for Blood Purity!"

"I know, Professor McGonagall, but I will not deny these children the opportunity to live with all they have left of their living family."

"But Albus, they are already being hailed upon by our people. Every child on our world will know its names. It wouldn't even be surprising if this day is named "Potter day"!"

"And that's and even better reason to keep them away from our world until they grow old enough to handle their fame, Minerva. Our people would spoil them if they grow up like heroes, and here they won't know until they are old enough to bear the responsibility. Oh, I think I see Hagrid coming."

Dumbledore was looking up into the horizon, were a point of light was moving and getting brighter.

"And Albus, are you sure it's wise to trust this kind of responsibilities to Hagrid? You know who he is."

"Minerva, I would trust Hagrid with my life."

By now, the point of light had touched down on the opposite extreme of the street and was getting closer. Now it was also obvious the thundering noise of a motorcycle coming from it, and a few seconds later, a large black motorcycle pulled over by the two professors. From it stood a huge man on a moleskin coat, who bent over the motorcycle's sidecar and picked up a couple of bundles. Once he safely got them on his arms, he walked towards the professors.

"Did you have any trouble, Hagrid?" -Dumbledore asked.

"None, professor. The house had already collapsed when I got there, but fortunately Sirius Black had already taken the two kids out. After I got him calmed down he asked me to keep them, but when I explained your instructions, he even gave me his bike. Told me he wouldn't need it any longer."

"Well, and how are the babies, Hagrid?" - Dumbledore said, while taking one of them from Hagrid. McGonagall did the same with the other.

"They are didn't have a scratch, except for those lighting bolt shaped scars. Sirius managed to heal the wounds, but somehow their scars didn't disappear. Can you remove them, professor?" - Said Hagrid, while pointing the forehead of the baby carried by Dumbledore.

"I don't think it would be wise, Hagrid. Magical scars many times come in handy during life, and I know they are magical as they are mirror images on the scar on the other, so much that I suspect the two of them are destined to be mirror images of each other." - . . . - "Well, now we leave them and hope the best for them. Good bye, children of Potter."

He walked up to the entrance and deposited his baby on the step, and then motioned to McGonagall to do the same. Once she had done so, he took out from his robes a letter addressed to "Mr and Mrs Dursley", and a small pouch, both things he left by the sleeping pair of twins. Then he walked away, followed by McGonagall.

"And what is in the pouch, Albus?"

"Oh. That's a deal I made with Gringotts this morning. Every week they will take five galleons from my vault, and they will apparate its equivalent in muggle money into that pouch, and twenty five the week before their birthdays or Christmas. Gold happens to have a much greater value among muggles than among us, so that should be more than enough to pay for the kids' expenses as they grow up.*" - . . . - "Hagrid, please don't feel bad for the kids."

[* I wouldn't really know, but I'm calculating that five galleons would weight a ounce, and since historically the value of gold has always been independent to inflation, that should be a decent allowance either today or in a hundred years. And heck, this year's value of gold (per ounce) hasn't been below US$320 for more than two days straight.]

The huge man took a handkerchief from somewhere in his coat and wiped the silent tears that were rolling down his face. Dumbledore looked up his face, and patted him as high as he could up his arm.

"Sorry professor, but I just can't contain my sorrow. These two lads have lots everything, and they are just so fragile!"

"That they are not, Hagrid, as far as they have each other. Now please lets all of us go to one of the parties, as of course this is a day of happiness."

They walked into the shadows. Soon a motorcycle roared again, and lost itself in the distance. And the next morning, a scream broke the peace of Privet Drive, when Petunia Dursley went out to get the milk...