Harry Potter retelling pt.2 He giggled when he noticed the cat staring at him – he knew it would be here. He used some special device to turn all the street lamps off. It became absolutely dark, so nobody could see them. They discussed the celebrations, the owls, and how careless of them it was to act like this. Of course, the death (?) of You-Know-Who was the most outstanding news ever, but nevertheless, they shouldn’t attract too much attention. Moreover, Lyly and James Potter were dead, and their son became an orphan, the boy who survived HIS magic. They both were there not without a purpose; they were waiting for something or somebody. Finally, they heard something far away and it was getting closer. In a minute a motorbike fell from the sky and they saw a really big man sitting on it. His name was Hagrid. He had a bushy hair and beard and the biggest hands on the earth. He was holding a bundle of blankets and a baby-boy in the middle of them. It was Harry Potter, son of James and Lyly. Professor McGonagall, the cat, was opposite to the idea to leave the boy here, with the Dursleys, who were the last people on the earth who would be possibly glad to raise a boy like this. The Dumbledore explained that it was better for Harry off now. He said that it was the only way for him not to lose his head. Harry was fast asleep when they left Privet Drive, but the first thing he heard in the morning was Mrs Dursley’s scream. Not the best beginning of a new life, but not the worst either.