THE BOY WHO LIVED

After two days of Harry staying at hagrid's small hut, Professor Dumbledore was still to decide who to take care of little harry.a day ago professor McGonagall had offered to take care of the child but Dumbledore disagreed saying it was too suspicious that's an old lady of his age was to have a son of the age of Harry.this left Dumbledore with two option either to send Harry to the Weasleys or the Dursleys.In normal circumstances the weasleys would be perfect to take care of Harry but the only problem is that they are having financial problem for that Dumbledore doesn't want to burden them.This left Dumbledore with one option which is the Dursleys who are known for being rude and aggressive to people but Dumbledore thought that maybe because Harry was there nephew they will treat him differently to his surprise he was wrong. and like that it was decided that Harry would live with his aunt, who is a muggles (Non magic folk) Dumbledore decided that Hagrid will bring Harry since he was the one that rescued Harry.That night at the dursleys household Mr and Mrs and Mrs dursley where at the private drive.A man appeared on the corner the cat had been watching,appeared so suddenly and silently you would have thought he had just popped out of the ground. the cat's tail twitched and it eye narrowed. nothing like this man had ever been seen in private drive he was tall, thin and very old,judging by the silver of his hair and beer which were both long enough to talk into his belt. this man was Albus Dumbledore.Albus Dumbledore didn't seem to realise that he had just arrived in a street where everything from his name to his boots was unwelcome. he was busy rummaging in his cloak, looking for something but he didn't seem to mind he was being washed because he looked up suddenly at the cards which was still staring at him from the other end of the street for some reason the site of the cat seems to amaze him.he chuckled and Muttered, I should have known. he found what he was looking for inside his pocket. it seemed to be a silver cigarette lighter he flicked it open held it all up in the air and clicked it. the nearest street lamp went out with a little pop.he clicked it again and again until the only lights left on the whole street we are too tiny pinpricks in the distance, which were the eyes of the cat watching him. if anyone looked out of their window now even beady mrs Dursleys,they won't be able to see anything that was happening down on the pavement.dumbledore's slipped the deluminator inside his Cloak and set off down the street towards number four where he sat down on the wall next to the cat. he didn't look at it but after a moment he spoke to eat. "fancy seeing you here professor McGonagall.He turn to smile at the teddy but it had gone instead he was smiling at a rather severe looking woman who was wearing square glasses exactly the shape of The making the cat was wearing around its eyes. she too was wearing a cloak, an emerald one. her black hair was drawn into a tight ban . she looked distinctly ruffled"how did you know it was me? she asked. my dear professor, I have never seen a car seat so stiffly.you will be Stiff you had been sitting on a brick wall all day, said professor McGonagall what they are saying she asked, is that last night Voldemort turned up in godric's hollow. he went to find the Potter's. The rumour is that Lily and James Potter are dead. Dumbledore bowed his head. professor McGonagall gasped"Lily and James? it is a big loss. Dumbledore waited for a while and asked"Hagrid's late". I suppose it was he who told you I will be here, by the way? yes,said professor McGonagall and I don't suppose you are going to tell me why you are here, of all places? I have come to bring Harry to his aunt and uncle. they are the only family he has left now. soon Hagrid arrived with Harry in the motorcycle Sirius give him.hello Professor Dumbledore, professor McGonagall "Hagrid said"you have finally arrived "Dumbledore said"where is Harry?" Dumbledore asked"he's right here sleeping "Hagrid said"as he went to bring Henry who was sleeping silently in the basketsand handed over hairy to Professor Dumbledore as they made their way to dursleys household. he laid her gently on the doorstep, took a letter out of his Cloak, tucked it inside Harry's blanket, and then came back to the other two. for a few moments the two the three of them stood and looked at the little bundle.hagrid's shoulder shook, professor McGonagall binkined furiously and the twinkling light that usually shone from dumbledore's eyes seemed to have gone out. Well then "said Professor Dumbledore finally, that's that we have no business staying here we may as well go and join the celebration yeah said hagrid in a very muffled voice, I will be taking Sirius his bike back. goodbye Professor Dumbledore---- professor McGonagall---- wiping his streaming eyes on his jacket sleeve, Hagrid swung himself onto the motorcycle and kicked the engine into life. with a roar it rose into the air and off into the night, I shall see you soon, I expect,professor McGonagall "said Dumbledore"nodding to her. professor McGonagall blew her nose in reply. Dumbledore turned and walked down the street. on the corner he stopped and took out the deluminator. he clicked it once and twelve balls of lights sped back to their street lamps so that private drive glowed suddenly Orange and he could make out a tabby cat slinking ground the corner at the other end of the street. you could just see the bundle of basket on the steps of the number four "Good luck"Harry the murmured. he turned on his cloak and with a snap of his hand he was gone. a breeze ruffled the neat hedge of privat drive,which leads silent and tidy under the inky sky the very last place you would expect astonishing things to happen. Harry Potter rolled over inside his blanket without waking up. one small hand closed on the letter beside him and he slept not knowing he was special, not knowing he was famous, not knowing he would be working in a few hours time by Mrs Dursleys scream as she opens the front door to put out the milk bottles, know that he would spend the next few weeks being pinched by his cousin Dudley... you couldn't know that at this very moment,people meeting in secret all over the country we are holding up their glasses and saying in happy voices."To Harry Potter-----The boy who lived.