𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐃; ʜᴘ (𝐀𝐃𝐎𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐃)

𝟎𝟎𝟐; ᴏʟ. ᴘᴏᴛᴛᴇʀ

THE SCREEN SHOWS it is nighttime in Surrey, an see an owl on the street sign "PRIVET DRIVE" and the camera pans to the street with very identical looking brown bricked houses.

The owl flies away and an elderly man with crimson robes and a long silvery white beard named Albus Dumbledore walks out of a forest near the street, past a tabby cat standing next to what looks like a shed.

He takes out his deluminator and activates it. Dumbledore zaps all the light out of the lampposts.

"WICKED!" Sirius yelled.

"I want it!" James exclaimed.

Causing many yo groan.

He puts away the device and a cat meows. Dumbledore looks down at the cat.

"I should have known that you would be here, Professor McGonagall." Dumbledore said.

"MINNIE!"

The cat silently looks at him, and the camera turns towards a wall. The cat's shadow turns into a woman with a tall hat. There are footsteps and Minerva McGonagall is revealed.

"Good evening, Professor Dumbledore. Are the rumors true, Albus?"

"Rumors? What rumors?"

"Are they the rumors of Black flirting with a portrait thinking it was Lupin while he was drunk?"

"Padfoot what??"

"I'm afraid so, Professor. The good, and the bad."

"And the girl?"

"Hagrid is bringing her."

"Do you think it wise to trust Hagrid with something as important as this?"

"I trust Hagrid with my life." Lily said.

"Ah, Professor, I would trust Hagrid with my life."

With that Lily turned redder than her hair.

There is a motor sound, and the two professors look up to see a flying motorcycle coming down from the air. It skids on the street and halts.

"I WANT IT!" Yelled Sirius.

A large man with shoulder length black hair and beard named Rubeus Hagrid takes off his goggles.

"Professor Dumbledore, Sir. Professor McGonagall."

"No problems, I trust, Hagrid?"

"No, sir. Little tyke fell asleep just as we were flying over Bristol. Heh. Try not to wake her. There you go."

Hagrid hands a baby wrapped in a bundle over to Dumbledore.

Many cooed over the little baby.

"Albus, do you really think it's safe, leaving him with these people? I've watched them all day. They're the worst sort of Muggles imaginable. They really are..."

"The only family she has."

They stop outside a house which is 4 Privet Drive.

"This girl will be famous. There won't be a child in our world who doesn't know her name."

"Famous? For what? Not like she killed
you-know-who."

"Exactly. She's better off growing up away from all that. Until she is ready."

Dumbledore places the baby on the ground slowly. Hagrid sniffles, he is sobbing a little. He clears his throat.

"Awe, Hagrid..."

"There, there, Hagrid. It's not really goodbye, after all."

Hagrid nods. Dumbledore takes a letter and places it on the baby, who is now at the foot of the door.

"Good luck... Ophelia Potter."

"Potter?" James said. "What? Is it mine?"

"Merlin, he multiplied." Said Severus Snape.

"Shut it Slytherus."