This is my first fanfiction, so criticism is welcome. Sorry in advance if it sucks. Now on to the story!

Arthur Kirkland checked his watch for the seventh time that night. He was waiting at number four Privet Drive, along with an irritated witch named Professor McGonagall and a wise old wizard, Albus Dumbledore also known as the headmaster of Hogwarts, for the arrival of Hagrid. However Hagrid was late, and Hagrid was supposed to be bringing something, well more like someone, with him. A very important someone. To add to his annoyance Privet Drive was an incredibly monotonous place to be as all the houses looked nearly identical (being boring is probably a requirement to live there.

Just as Arthur began to wonder whether or not Hagrid was coming at all, and if it was possible for a nation to die of boredom, a light appeared in the distant sky. He felt relief wash over him as he recognized the half-giant's (for Hagrid was indeed a half giant) motorcycle.

The huge motorcycle landed on the street, the engine rumbling loudly. The British man scowled, about to say something as the large man dismounted, but Professor Dumbledore spoke first.

"What took you so long, Hagrid?" He asked quietly his voice not angry, only slightly curious.

"Ran in ter' some trouble, but I g'ot here al'right" the giant man replied. Shifting his arms he exposed a bundle of blankets. Noticing the wizard's fascination with his cargo, he handed the baby swaddled in rough blankets to Dumbledore. "The li'ttle tyke fell asleep while we was flyin' over Bristol."

Arthur peered at the infant taking particular notice of the lightning shaped scar on his forehead. Straightening up briskly he said, "Well, best we hurry up before we wake the neighborhood."

Suddenly Hagrid broke into a great sob. "Can i 'least say good bye to 'm first? I mean it's 'just so hard, Lilly 'n James dead 'n all." Without waiting for a reply the huge man leaned over and planted a huge slobbery kiss on the boys forehead. He drew away, and still sobbing fitfully, mounted his motorcycle flying off into the night.

After slipping a note between the folds of the blanket, Dumbledore lay Harry (for that is the infant's name) on the doorstep, and stood up.

Drawing his wand to cast some spells to make sure no harm came to the child before his relatives found him, Arthur whispered, "Best of luck, Harry."

Edited 7/22/2014

I'm so sorry for not updating for over a year! I have absolutely no excuse for leaving all the readers of the story with a cliffhanger like that. To make it up to you I shall update as often as I can, and with my new and improved spelling check and various helpful reviews I will be hopefully fix most of my mistakes.