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"NOT HARRY! NOT HARRY! PLEASE NOT HARRY!" Lily Cried out in utter terror. James' body was lying right at the front door, and she was clutching her son to her chest; begging the Dark Lord for mercy.
"Stand aside you silly girl!" His voice was cold and unrelenting, not an ounce of sympathy leaks through.
"NOT HARRY! HAVE MERCY!" She's begging, already knowing it's a lost cause. She glances at the body of her husband, and in a last ditch effort to protect her son, she shields him with her own body.
The last thing that Lily Potter hears is the merciless laughter of her murderer, and the incessant sobbing of the infant in her arms; a flash of green engulfs her from behind, and then she's gone.
*
There's a dead, eerie quiet that looms over Godric's Hollow, the screams of a desperate infant cut through the night like a skythe. A crescent moon dangles in the night sky above the scene, the peaceful night is misleading to the horrors that lie beneath it.
A blinding light flashes, and a large automobile lowers from the sky. It could easily be mistaken for a helicopter in the night, but upon closer inspection, you would see that it is a flying motorcycle; with an abnormally large man residing on the back of it.
With a crunch that is almost deafening in the silence of the night; the motorcycle lands in the ruins of what was previously the home of Lily and James Potter. The man slowly gets off of the craft and walks toward the sound of the distressed infant.
"Shhhhhh. Shhhhhh. There there 'Arry, it'll be alrigh' , Hagrid's 'ere for ya." he soothes. Harry slowly calms down and eventually falls asleep. He carefully climbs back onto the motorcycle, and while holding Harry in one hand, he starts the machine up and gradually ascends into the night sky.
The Last Will and Testament of Lily and James Potter firmly states that Harry is required to be given to his godparents, just in case a scenario like this were to arise. Therefore, Hagrid has been ordered by Dumbledore to meet these demands.
The infant slightly stirs as the motorbike rises higher and higher into the night sky, Hagrid wraps Harry up in his leather jacket to keep him from freezing. Afterwards, he directs the handlebars North, and sets off in the direction of the home of Remus Lupin and Sirius Black.
*
When Hagrid arrived outside the house, located in a muggle sub division in London, he can immediately tell that something is off. Before he can even reach the front porch, the door swings open and a figure dashes up to him. It's hard to tell who the shadow belongs to in the dark, but on closer inspection, Hagrid can make out the grave expression of Remus Lupin.
He then hears the voice of Albus Dumbledore saying, "Hagrid, may we have a word inside please?"