Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone: Remix Edition of Chapter 1

Chapter One

The Boy and Girl Who Lived

The chilly, autumn night of October 31st, 1981 was upon number 4, Privet Drive. The cool breeze carried the rustling of leaves and the haunting hoots of owls. The houses stood tall with their tiled rooftops, casting long shadows on the streets below. Halloween was in full swing, with the sound of distant laughter and spooky decorations hanging from the windows of some of the houses. As the night wore on, a man suddenly appeared on the corner of the street, where a curious cat had been watching. He appeared out of nowhere, with not a sound to be heard. The cat's tail twitched in response, and its eyes narrowed as if it had sensed something strange was happening.

On Privet Drive, a man was standing who appeared to be unlike any other. He was tall and thin, with long and flowing silver hair and beard that suggested he was of a very advanced age. His attire was nothing short of regal - he wore long robes, a purple cloak that trailed behind him as he walked, and high-heeled, buckled boots that gave him a sense of grandeur. His eyes were a bright blue, sparkling behind his half-moon spectacles, and his nose was long and crooked, with the appearance of being broken at least twice. This man was none other than Albus Dumbledore, a figure of great importance and significance.

The old man spoke in a calm and gentle voice, saying, "It was a tough night today, Professor McGonagall." The old lady, Professor Dumbledore, agreed with him, speaking in a tender tone. She said that it was perhaps the worst night she had ever imagined and that it had been really scary. She was still waiting for Hagrid to come. Suddenly, they heard a whistle from the sky and saw a motorbike flying in the air, defying gravity. A large, beefy-looking man with a large mustache and no visible neck was riding the motorbike. He had large hands and was wearing clothes covered in buttons and keys.

"Did you finish the task that I assigned you, Hagrid?" asked Dumbledore, his voice laced with concern and urgency. 

Hagrid, with a deep sigh, replied in a nasal voice, "Yes, headmaster, I completed the task." 

Dumbledore leaned forward, his eyes searching Hagrid's face for any signs of trouble. "What happened? Was it difficult?" 

Hagrid hesitated for a moment, his eyes downcast, before he spoke again. "It was the worst night for the wizarding world. I encountered many unforeseen challenges, but I managed to overcome them." 

Dumbledore nodded gravely, relieved that the task had been completed, but still worried about the potential consequences. "And what about the Muggles? Did they see you?" 

Hagrid's face broke into a smile. "Rest assured, headmaster, I was not sighted by any Muggles. I made sure of it."

Hagrid, the giant man, was carefully clutching onto two small and peaceful babies, swaddled in soft and warm baby clothes. One of the babies had a remarkable scar in the shape of a lightning bolt on his forehead, while the other baby had the same scar on her palm. "The little tykes have fallen asleep," Hagrid whispered gently, his voice as soft as a lullaby. Little do these babies know that their parents were murdered by He Who Must Not Be Named also known as The Dark Lord. They babies were all-time famous in the wizarding world known as The Boy and The Girl Who Lived. 

Professor McGonagall expressed her concern to Professor Dumbledore about giving the babies to the muggles. She feared that the muggles would mistreat the babies and treat them like vermin. However, Professor Dumbledore reassured her that Harry Potter and Hannah Potter would one day return to the wizarding world as heroes. Dumbledore's throaty voice added a sense of gravitas to his words.

On a dark and windy Halloween night, two sleeping babies were left on the doorstep of Mr. and Petunia Dursley's house by professors from an unknown world who then vanished into thin air. For Muggles, it was just another spooky Halloween, but for the wizarding world, it was a night to remember, perhaps even the scariest they could imagine. The sounds of hooting owls and rustling leaves added to the spooky atmosphere of the night.