This chapter involves another original character of mine, and is the scene where Hagrid is bringing Harry to the Dursley’s house. It was supposed to be longer, but a lot of it ended up having spoilers, and I did not want to ruin anything for you. And you can probably tell a lot of dialogue is missing, and that is because there was far too many lines to copy from the book, and it would have taken me too long to type it all, and I didn’t want to be copy too much, you can either read it the way it is, or get out your copy (I’m assuming the page numbers are different in America than they are everywhere else, and I’m not exactly sure what edition, I think it is second or third, well just get your book and go to the page where Dumbledore is at Privet Drive, and then try to mix them together in your head or something. Hope you enjoy it J
November 1st 1981, Privet Drive
It was a cold autumn night when a woman appeared on the corner of Privet Drive dressed in what seemed to be black robes. As she walked down the street she approached two figures who she knew to be Albus Dumbledore and Minerva McGonagall. They appeared to be arguing, something about a letter and books. They turned when they heard her footsteps.
“Nice to see you Elizabeth, it’s been quite some time sense the last time we spoke.” Dumbledore said with a smile as she approached.
“If only I can say the same for you, considering the circumstances.” She replied with a smile that did not quite reach her eyes.
“Where is he?” She questioned.
“Hagrid will be bringing him.” He answered.
“You think it is prudent to trust Hagrid with an important task, such as this?” McGonagall cut in.
*”I would trust Hagrid with my life” said Dumbledore.
“Tell me Professor, why are we bringing him here?” Elizabeth asked.
“I’ve come to bring Harry to live with his aunt and uncle on his mother’s side.”
“Why must he live here? These people will never understand him; you can’t possibly think he would be better off here!” Elizabeth asked him in an almost frantic tone.
“This is why I did not think you should come; I knew you would never agree. You should be home with your family.” Dumbledore told her.
“It’s hardly a family anymore, Professor.”
“Very well then.”
They soon fell silent as they waited for Hagrid to arrive. The silence was soon broken by a rumbling sound that steadily grew louder as they looked up and saw flying headlights, and then suddenly a motorcycle fell out of the sky and landed in front of them.
“At last Hagrid. and how did you acquire get that motorcycle?” Dumbledore asked him in a relieved tone.
*”Borrowed it, Professor Dumbledore, sir,” said the giant, climbing carefully off the motorcycle as he spoke. “Young Sirius Black lent it to me. I’ve got him, sir.”
“Sense when can he even drive one?” Elizabeth questioned. Hagrid was startled at the question, as he had not realized she was there.
“A lot has changed sense you left the order, Elizabeth.” Dumbledore replied.
“Well it was your idea in the first place, Dumbledore.” She said in a sad tone.
And with that Albus Dumbledore took little Harry Potter into his arms and turned towards the Dursley’s house and laid him gently on the doorstep. Elizabeth just watched, savoring the moment, for she knew this could very well be the last time she ever saw Harry Potter.
“Fare well, Harry Potter.” She whispered. And then she was gone.
*= Borrowed from page 14 of Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone