Prologue
On a cold night, on the first of November, when everybody in the neighborhood had already settled for the night, strange figures stood in the middle of the road. One old man, and a woman, with her hair in a tight bun, both wearing clothing unusual, standing right under the street light, so that the shadows hid their faces.
”I’m telling you, it’s not a good idea.”
Says the woman, not moving an inch. It was clear the stood there for a while, as there was a pile of snow on their hats, and snow clung to the old mans knee long beard, it wasn’t clear what color it was underneath.
“And I’m telling you, that it is, don’t you trust me?”
The man answered, his tone almost jovial, not bothered by the snow or their unusual circumstances.
Before the woman could react, there was a sound of a motorcycle, heard from above. Conversation cut short, the man turned to greet the newcomer. The large man, with a bundle in his arms, was clearly distraught, shaking and wiping his eyes.
“Is he alright? The blanket looks rather thin.”Asked the woman, as a face of a baby peeked out of the bundle.
”I tried to warm him as much as I could, and we didn’t fly for long, so I think so”
Answered the man, just as the baby in his arms sneezed.
“Well, we need to get going.”
Interrupted the old man, and took the child out of the formers hold. He placed it in a basket, that stood at his feet, placed a letter on to of the blankets, and strode onto the porch of a house in front of him. Then he pit the basket on the front step, turned around, and went back to the group.
“Well, it’s time to leave.”
He told his companions.
“Surely we cant leave him in the cold.”
Said the woman
“He’ll be alright, children are stronger than you think, especially children like him.”
Answered the old man, and with that, he was gone. With the last snif, the large man sat back on the motorbike, and also took off.
The woman didn’t leave. Instead, she walked up to the house, and calmly picked up the basket. It wasn’t kidnapping it the guardians weren't aware if the child, right?She didn’t give herself time to think qbput the legality of her doing. She knew the people who lived there, and they wouldn’t love the child like they were supposed to.
And with that last thought, she was gone.
The next morning, in the house number 4 on Privet Drive, life carried on as usual, the inhabitants unaware or the strangeness of last night.