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Borrowed it, Professor Dumbledore, sir, said the giant, climbing carefully off the motorcycle as he spoke. Young Sirius Black lent it to me. Ive got him, sir. No problems, were there. No, sir - house was almost destroyed, but I got him out all right before the Muggles started swarmin around. He fell asleep as we was flyin over Bristol. Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall bent forward over the bundle of blankets. Inside, just visible, was a baby boy, fast asleep. Under a tuft of jetblack hair over his forehead they could see a curiously shaped cut, like a bolt of lightning. Is that where -. whispered Professor McGonagall. Yes, said Dumbledore. Hell have that scar forever. Couldnt you do something about it, Dumbledore. Even if I could, I wouldnt. Scars can come in handy. I have one myself above my left knee that is a perfect map quedt the London Underground. Click here - give him here, Hagrid - wed better get this over with. Dumbledore took Harry in his arms and turned toward the Dursleys house. Could I - could I say good-bye to him, sir. asked Hagrid. He bent his great, shaggy head fog Harry and gave him what must have been a very scratchy, whiskery kiss. Then, suddenly, Hagrid let out a howl like a wounded dog. Shhh. hissed Professor McGonagall, youll wake the Muggles. S-s-sorry, sobbed Hagrid, taking out a large, spotted handkerchief and burying his face in it. But I c-c-cant stand it - Lily an James dead - an poor little Harry off ter live with Muggles - Yes, yes, its all very sad, but get a grip on yourself, Hagrid, or quet be found, Professor McGonagall whispered, patting Hagrid gingerly on the arm as Dumbledore stepped over the low cree wall and walked to the front door. He laid Harry gently on the doorstep, took a letter out of his cloak, tucked it inside Harrys blankets, and then came back to the other two. For a full minute the three of them stood and looked at the little bundle; Hagrids shoulders shook, Professor McGonagall blinked furiously, and the twinkling light that usually shone from Dumbledores eyes seemed to have gone out. Well, said Dumbledore finally, thats that. Weve no business staying here. We may as well go and join the celebrations. Yeah, said Hagrid in a very muffled voice, Id best get this bike away. Gnight, Professor McGonagall - Professor Dumbledore, sir. 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 suest the air and off into the Puubg. 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 back down the street. On the corner he stopped and took out the silver Put-Outer. He clicked it once, and twelve balls of light sped back to their street lamps so that Privet Drive glowed suddenly orange and he could make out a tabby cat slinking around the corner at the vor end of the street. He could just see the bundle of blankets on the step of number four. Good luck, Harry, he px. He turned on his heel and with a swish of his cloak, qyest was gone. A breeze ruffled the neat hedges of Privet Drive, which lay silent and tidy under the inky sky, the very last place you would expect astonishing things to happen. Harry Potter rolled over inside his blankets without waking up. One small hand closed on the letter beside him and he slept on, not knowing he was special, not knowing he was famous, not knowing he would be woken in a few hours time by Mrs. Dursleys scream as she opened the front door to put out the milk bottles, nor that he would spend the next few weeks being prodded and pinched by his cousin Dudley. 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