The screen came on showing a street on Private Drive. It then quickly showed a house with the number four on it. A man appeared on the corner where a cat had been sitting silently watching. he walked over the street silently, the cat's tail twitch and its eyes narrowed.
" Minnie,'' the marauders cheered causing Minerva rolled her eyes but had a fond smile on her face.
" How many times have I told you not to call me that?'' she asked the group of boys curiously.
Remus respond before James or Sirius could come up with a sarcastic remake, " Many times professor.''
A man could be seen on Privet Drive, he was tall, thin, and very old. The man also had a very long grey bread. He was wearing long rodes and a purple cloak that swept the ground. His eyes were light, bright, and sparkling behind his glasses. The man was Albus Dumbledore, a man who was busy rummaging through his cloak.
He chuckled and muttered, " I should have known,'' he found what he was looking for inside his pocket. it seemed to a silver cigarette lighter. He flicked it open, held it up in the air, and clicked it. The nearest street lamp went out with a slight pop.
" I want it,'' Sirius said a with a mischievous smirk, a smirk that caused a smile to grace Ursa's face.
Minerva shook her head at his words though, " No,'' she told him bluntly making him pout.
He clicked it again- the next lamp flickered into darkness, " Fancy seeing you here, Professor McGonagall.'' He turned to smile at the tabby cat, but it had gone. In it's a place was a rather severe-looking woman. She, too, was wearing a cloak, and emerald one. Her hair was drawn into a tight bun yet she looked distinctly ruffled.
" How did you know it was me?'' she had asked Albus.
Albus chuckled lightly, " My dear professor, I've never seen a cat sit so stiffly.''
Professor McGonagall grew annoyed at his words, " You'd be stiff too if you'd been sitting on a brick wall all day.''
" All day?'' he questioned, " When you could have been celebrating? I must have passed a dozen feasts and parties on my way here,'' he admitted causing McGonagall to glare at him angrily.
" What was everyone celebrating?'' Fleamont asked confused.
Ursa shook her head and sighed, " Not everyone was celebrating,'' she admitted making everyone look at her, as Oliver tightened his hold on her.
Sirius grew more confused by the girl, he could tell she knew him on some level from the way she hugged him. But what he couldn't figure out was how.
" Oh, yes everyone's celebrating, all right,'' she replied impatiently, " You'd think they'd be a bit more careful, but no-even the muggles have noticed something's going on. it was on their news,'' She jerked her head back at the Dursley's dark living room window, " I heard it. The flock of owls... shooting stars... Well, they're not completely stupid. They were bound to notice something. Shooting stars down in Kent- I'll bet that was Dedalus Diggle. He never had much sense.''
" You can't blame them,'' Dumbledore told her gently, " We've had precious little to celebrate for eleven years.''
She threw a sharp, sideways glance at Dumbledore, as though he was going to tell her something, so she went on, " A sine thing it would be if, on the very day You-Know-Who seems to have disappeared at last, the muggle found out about us all. I suppose he has gone, Dumbledore?''
" It certainly seems so,'' Dumbledore replied, " We have much to be thankful for. Would you care for a lemon drop.''
" It is not possible,'' Walburga breathed out in shock, " It is not.''
" Walburga,'' Orion sighed in slight annoyance, which shocked many, " Now is not the time or place.''
" The truth is, he was wrong,'' Ursa admitted, " He wasn't gone that night.''
Everyone turned back to the screen, the Death Eaters with hope their Lord was still alive and everyone else in hope that the young Potter girl was lying.
" A what?'' McGonagall asked him confused.
" A lemon drop,'' he repeated before explaining, " They're a kind of muggle sweet I'm rather fond of.''
" No, thank you,'' the female professor said coldly, as though she didn't think now was an appropriate moment, " Are the rumors true, Albus?''
" Afraid so, professor,'' Dumbledore finally admitted, " The good and the bad.''
" What rumors?'' James asked confused.
Many around them looked down sadly knowing what had happened that night.
Professor McGonagall sighed, " And the children?''
Dumbledore nodded in acknowledgement, " Hagrid is bringing them.''
" Is it wise to trust Hagrid with something this important?'' She asked him worriedly.''
" Ah, I would trust Hagrid with my life,'' Dumbledore admitted.
" Just not my secrets,'' The golden trio joked to each causing the family around the to snicker.
Aquila saw the sad look that crossed Ursa's face, causing the blonde to grab her friends hand reassuringly. Everyone at school knew that Ursa and Harry Potter were siblings, but everyone also knew that they never got along.
A loud rumbling noise could soon be heard coming closer and breaking the silence of the night. The professors looked up towards the sky when suddenly a blinding light lit up the sky above them.
A large man came flying in on a motorbike and only stopped at the end of the street not far away from where the two others were standing. McGonagall was holding on to Dumbledore's arm tightly, before letting go a placing it over her heart.
The man wore a heavy-duty coat, it was larger than himself even, he had an untidy mess of hair as it fell to his chin, he also wore glasses that made it easier for him to fly. two bundles of clothes were resting peacefully in the giant's arms.
" Professor Dumbledore, sir. Professor McGonagall,'' he greeted as carefully got off the bike.
" No problems I trust, Hagrid?'' Dumbledore asked him.
" No sir,'' He responded quickly, " The little tyke fell asleep just as we were flying over Bristol. Try not to wake him, and here you go,'' Hagrid said handing the boy over to Dumbledore,'' The girl cried for a while, but once we got in the air she was fine,'' he added handing the girl over to McGonagall.
" You were so cute,'' Marlene gushed happily.
Harry enjoyed the praise, having grown used it in their short time at Hogwarts. Ursa, however, was bright red, clearly embrassessed by the words. Oliver took full advantage of it, causing her to turn a brighter shade of red as he continued to compliment her.
The three of them walked towards one of the houses, and while they did Professor McGonagall could not help but try and reason with the headmaster, " Albus, do you think it's safe to leave them here with these people? I have watches them all day, they are the worst sort of muggles imaginable. They really are...''
" The only family they have,'' Dumbledore finished for her, yet no one noticed the slight glint in his eyes.
" Why?'' McGonagall asked, " They will be famous. There won't be a single child in our world who won't know their names.''
Dumbledore shook his head, " It's for the greater good.''
They stopped in front of a door, and hagrid tried desperately to not cry. Dumbledore took a quick look around, before looking down at the bundle in his arm, " Until he's ready...''
Professor McGonagall was shocked at what Dumbledore was about to do. She looked down at the girl in her arms, whose eyes were wide awake as if she were pleading with McGonagall to stop this. Sadly though, Dumbledore placed both babies on the doorstep of the house. And the girl started crying again.
Many people's heart broke at the sound, the sound of a child crying for their parents. Parents that many knew would never come, the cries would go unheard.
" You left babies on a doorstep,'' Euphemia Potter started slowly before growing louder, " In the middle of autumn!?" she yelled having to be calmed down by husband.
Walburga spoke next shocking everyone, " With muggles who will have no idea what their going through.''
Ursa had tears running down her face as her small group tried their best to console her. But sadly, they weren't Sirius, nor were they her parents, they didn't understand the loss of family or feeling like an outcast they way the two of them did. So Oliver sat there holding Ursa as close as he could as the young brunette cried.
Professor Dumbledore looked down at the children, only laying a letter on the blanket for those in those to look at in the morning. They walked toward Hagrid, " There, there Hagrid. It's not goodbye.''
They looked back towards the babies, McGonagall was about to speak when Dumbledore turned to both of them with icy stare, " Obliviate,'' he said, feeling no remorse for his actions.
" How could you?'' Minerva asked him in disbelief, wishing she had just taken the children in. Many were shocked, not knowing Minerva McGonagall to become that angried.
" Good luck, Harry and Ursa Potter,'' Dumbledore said as a goodbye to the children. Closing in on the children many could plainly see lightning bolt scars on both children. Ursa continued to cry wanting nothing more than to be held by her parents. Cries rang out, piercing through the velvet night.
Sirius and the rest of his family froze at the sight of the scars. Knowing very well, the scars might as well be a death sentence for two children.
Euphemia looked at the girl who hugged Sirius with tears in her eyes. Finally realizing that it was James' daughter, " That girl who hugged Sirius,'' Euphemia started getting everyone around them attention, " I think that's the girl on the screen,'' she admitted.
James brushed it off though, '' Mum that is absurd, if it was my daughter why would she hug Sirius before greeting her father?'' he challenged.