Oliver Night and the Philosopher Stone

The Boy who Live Part 3

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A man appeared with a woman and a man on the corner the cat had been watching, appeared so suddenly and silently you'd have thought they popped out of the ground. The cat's tail twitched and it eyes narrowed.

Nothing like these people have ever been seen on Private Road. The woman who appeared on the side of the street was a beautiful woman with thick, dark red hair that fell to her shoulders, and almond-shaped, bright green eyes.She was carrying a small baby with black hair. She was wearing a red cloak over her green shirt and brown pants. This woman's name was Lily Potter and her son Harry Potter. The man who appeared with the woman was a tall, thin man with hazel eyes with glasses and untidy black hair that stuck up at the back. He was wearing a black cloak over his black shirts and black pants. The mans name was James Potter. The older looking man was tall, thin, and very old, judging by the silver of his hair and beard, which were both long enough to tuck into his belt. He was wearing long robes, a purple cloak that swept the ground, and high-heeled, buckled boots. His blue eyes were light, bright, and sparkling behind half-moon spectacles and his nose was very long and crooked, as though it had been broken at least twice. This man's name was Albus Dumbledore.

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Albus Dumbledore didn't see, to realize 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 dud seem to realize he was being watched, because he looked up suddenly at the cat, which was still staring at him from the other end of the street. for some reason, the sight of the cat seemed to amuse him. He chuckled and muttered, " I should have known." The Potters looked up at Albus Dumbledore with confusion until they looked where he was looking. James Potter smiled and waved at the car. 

Albus Dumbledore found what he was looking for in his inside pocket. It seemed to be 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 little pop. He clicked it again --- the next lamp flickered into the darkness. Twelve times he clicked the Put-Outer, until the only lights left on the whole street were two tiny pinpricks in the distance, Which were the eyes of the cat watching him. If anyone looked out of their window now, even beady-eyed Mrs. Adams, they wouldn't be able to see anything that was happening down on the pavement. Dumbledore slipped the Put-Outer back inside his cloak and set down the street with the Potters toward number twelve, where he sat down on the wall next to the car with the Potters. he didn't look at it, but after a moment he spoke to it. 

"Fancy seeing you here, Professor McGonagall."

He turned to smile at the tabby, but it had gone. Instead he was smiling at a rather severe-looking woman who was wearing square glasses exactly the shape of the markings the cat had around its eyes. She, too, was wearing a cloak, and emerald one. Her black was drawn into a tight bun. She looked distinctly ruffled. 

"Minnie it's grate to see you again!" said the Potter with glasses while smiling and hugging her.

"Ah James its shocking to see you." McGonagall or Minnie as James called her. She was smiling at them and hugged James and then hugged Lily being mindful of the baby.

"How did you know it was me?" she asked while looking at Albus Dumbledore.

"My dear Professor, I've never seen a cat sit so stiffly."

"You'd be stiff if you'd been sitting on a brick wall all day." said Professor McGonagall.

"All day? When you should be celebrating? I must have passed a dozen feasts and partied on my way here."