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Chapter 1: The Boy Who Lived
There was nothing about the starry that night on Privet Drive, to suspect that strange and mysterious things would soon be happening.
At Number Four Privet Drive, Mr. Dursley was about to go to sleep when he a strange cat just sitting on the brick wall staring a spot on the road. So he went to bed very uncomfortably thinking about the cat.
As soon as it was midnight, a man appeared right where the cat was looking. He was Albus Dumbledore. It seemed like he just popped up out of the ground. This man would probably not be welcomed in this type of neighborhood because if someone took a look at him right now, because he wore long purple robes, he had half-moon spectacles on, and his long white beard was long enough to put through his belt. He pulled a sort of cigarette lighter and he opened it and the first lamp near him went out. He did that until all the lights were out except the porch lights.
He walked forward and saw the cat staring at him, "I should have known you would be here", he said to the cat. But a minute later, he looked at the cat and it wasn't a cat, it was a woman who was also wearing robes but this time hers were green and she also wore spectacles.
"Professor McGonagall" Dumbledore said. "Hello Professor Dumbledore" replied McGonagall. "Albus are you sure we should leave him with these people, they're the worst sort of muggles imaginable, They really are- " "The only family he has." Dumbledore cut in.
Dumbledore looked at his watch, but unlike a normal watch, this one has twelve hands on it and it has little planets where the numbers should be. But apparently Dumbledore could understand it because he said "Hagrid is late." " Do you really think we should have had had Hagrid bring him?" "Ah Professor", Dumbledore started, "I would trust Hagrid with my life. Lemon Drop?" "A Lemon Drop," Asked Professor McGonagall. Dumbledore replied, "They are a type of muggle food I have come accustomed to like." "I don't think you should be eating at a time like this," replied McGonagall. "Ah, here's Hagrid," Said Dumbledore as a low sound started to fill the air.
Then came a huge motorcycle out of the air. There was a giant astride it. The giant, who was Hagrid, had a bundle in his arm. He landed and said, "Professor Dumbledore, sir, Professor McGonagall." "Ah, Hagrid, where is he?" asked Dumbledore. Hagrid replied, "Right here, little tyke fell asleep jus' as we was flyin' over Bristol."
They put him on the doorstep of Number Four and Dumbledore put a letter on the bundle, which was a baby with a scar on his forehead. Hagrid started to cry and Dumbledore said, " There, there Hagrid, it's not really goodbye after all." So they started to leave and Dumbledore said, "Good luck, Harry Potter." And as they left, everyone in the wizarding world was raising their glasses and toasted, "To Harry Potter, The Boy Who Lived."