POSTER KID, oc

001. doorstep delivery

ACT ONE, CHAPTER ONE

DOORSTEP DELIVERY

'Well, I'm a cute bundle of blankets'

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[We open on a dark street, the only light coming from the street lamps dotted on the pavement. A man materializes out of thin air. The man is tall with a long silver beard. He wears a purple cloak. It is Albus Dumbledore. Dumbledore pulls a silver object from his robe; he extends his hand and the street lamp goes out. He continues until all the lamps go out. He turns, spying a cat on the wall. He smiles knowingly.]

"Minnie!" The Marauders cheer causing the professor to roll her eyes.

Dumbledore: I should have known you'd be here, Professor McGonagall.

[The cat leaps forward, transfiguring into a stern looking woman in an emerald cloak.]

McGonagall: Are the rumours true, Albus?

"What Rumours?"

Dumbledore: I'm afraid so. The good and the bad.

McGonagall: And the girl?

"The girl? Is that you?" Lily asks her daughter who nods.

Dumbledore: Hagrid is bringing her.

McGonagall: You think it is wise to trust Hagrid with something as important as this?

Dumbledore: I would trust Hagrid with my life, Professor.

Hagrid smiles at the professor.

[A low rumble is heard. The two professors look up, a huge motorcycle races through the sky, and then hits the ground with a roar. A figure climbs off, Hagrid. In his hands he holds a bundle of blankets.]

Sirius dramatically gasps. "I want. No, no. I need."

While Sirius fangirls over the bike, many women and James coo at baby Belle.

"I'm quite cute, aren't I?" Belle asks Apollo.

"Love, you're currently a bundle of blankets." He counters, wrapping his arm over her shoulder. James stares at the two disapprovingly.

"Well, I'm a cute bundle of blankets."

Hagrid: Ev'ing, Professor Dumbledore, sir. Professor McGonagall.

Dumbledore: No problems, I take it, Hagrid?

Hagrid: No sir. Little tyke fell ter sleep as we was flying' o'er Bristol.

[Hagrid steps forward, passing the bundle to Dumbledore who turns towards the door step.]

McGonagall: Albus, do you really think it's best to leave her here, with these people? I've been watching them all day. They're the worst sort of muggles imaginable. They're-

Dumbledore: The only family she has.

"Wait, what about Lily and I?" James asks.

"And Remus and I for that matter?" Sirius adds.

McGonagall: But this girl will be famous. There won't be a child in our world who doesn't know her name.

"Famous? For what?"

Dumbledore: Exactly. It would be enough to turn any girl's head. Famous before she can walk and talk. Famous for something she won't even remember. No. She'll be much better off growing up away from all that. Until she's ready. [Dumbledore lays the bundle on the doorstep. Hagrid sniffles.] There, there, Hagrid. It's not really goodbye, after all. [Dumbledore tucks an envelope addressed to Mr and Mrs Dursley into the blankets.] Good luck, Belle Potter.

"YOU LEFT HER ON A DOORSTEP?" Lily roars.

[The camera dollies forward onto the baby, showing the still fresh lightning bolt scar. Light protrudes from the scar revealing the title 'Belle Potter and The Philosopher's stone.']