The girl who lived
A neighborhood on a street called Privet Drive. An owl, sitting on the street sign flies off to reveal a mysterious appearing old man walking through a forest near the street. He stops at the start of the street and takes out a mechanical device and zaps all the light out of the lampposts. He puts away the device and a cat meows. The man, ALBUS DUMBLEDORE, looks down at the cat, which is a tabby and is sitting on a brick ledge.
“ I should have known that you would be here...Professor McGonagall.” Dumbledore said.
The cat meows, sniffs out and the camera pans back to a wall. The cats shadow is seen progressing into a human. There are footsteps and MINERVA MCGONAGALL is revealed.
“ Good evening, Professor Dumbledore. Are the rumor's true, Albus?” McGonagall questioned. “I'm afraid so, Professor. The good, and the bad.” Dumbledore said. “And the girl?” McGonagall questioned. “Hagrid is bringing him.” Dumbledore said. “Do you think it wise to trust Hagrid with something as important as this?” McGonagall asked. “Ah, Professor, I would trust Hagrid with my life.” Dumbledore said.
There is a motor sound, and the two professors look up to see a flying motorcycle coming down from the air. It skids on the street and halts. A large man, RUBEUS HAGRID, takes off his goggles.
“Professor Dumbledore, Sir. Professor McGonagall.” Hagrid said. “No problems, I trust, Hagrid?” Dumbledore asked. “No, sir. Little tyke fell asleep just as we were flying over Bristol. Heh. Try not to wake her. There you go.” Hagrid said.
Hagrid hands a baby in a blanket over to Dumbledore.
“Albus, do you really think its safe, leaving him with these people? I've been watching them all day. They're the worst sort of Muggles imaginable. They really are.” McGonagall said. “The only family he has.” Dumbledore said.
They stop outside a house.
“This girl will be famous. There won’t be a child in our world who doesn't know her name.” McGonagall said. “Exactly. She's better off growing up away from all that. Until she is ready.” Dumbledore said.
Hagrid coughs and sniffles, he is crying. He clears his throat.
“There, there, Hagrid. It's not really good-bye, after all.” Dumbledore said.
Hagrid nods. Dumbledore takes a letter and places it on the baby, who is now at the foot of the door. The baby has a visible lightning-bolt shaped scar on his forehead.
"Good luck... Ruby Potter." Dumbledore said.