"Are you sure about this Albus?" McGongall asked as Dumbldore placed harry on the Dursleys doorstep.
"Yes Minerva. Quite sure."
None of the three wizards noticed a peculiar raven perched on the rooftop, watching the interaction. The raven spread it's wings landing a couple yards away, transforming into a young woman no older than 20, yet easily clearing the 6' range her hair was as dark as the ravens feathers, her shoes making a soft clack against the pavement as she walked to the quartet.
"Ah, Ivene, It's been what? Six years since you attended Hogwarts?"
"Closer to seven now." The woman replied. "Are you sure he'll be safe?" She asked, glancing at the baby bundled up in blankets.
"Yes dear. This is the only family he has left." She nodded.
As the three elder wizards left to celebrate, the younger witch leaned down and whispered,
"Your mama and dada and your godfathers, your uncles moony and padfoot, loved you so much, with every breath they took, and every. single. beat. of their hearts, but something bad happened, so they can't be here anymore, but they still love you." She stood up and rang the doorbell until she heard someone coming down the stairs, then took off running, jumped, then turned into a raven mid-jump.