Yes, this strange motorcycle can literally fly. It's nothing fancy, but seeing something unusual, rather than my usual surroundings, is relaxing. Anyway, let me watch the dark sky while we're flying above the clouds. And I don't want to annoy Hagrid right now because he looks too focused. I bet he's very suspicious and cautious. But he hasn't been cautious enough, because a stranger like me can do whatever she wants to this precious baby.

  I put my elbow on the edge of the door of the thing I'm sitting in. Then I look around for a while. After being satisfied with the scene of darkness, I glance at the baby next to me, who is tightly covered in a blanket.

  I don't know who you are, but I feel that you will cause lots of trouble. And I can just say this by checking that lightning mark on your forehead. What kind of magic creates such a cool mark? Maybe I'll get one for myself later. If someone asks me, I can just undo that damage as well.

  Are those stars?

  I take my gaze off Harry and look up. I see shooting stars across the dark night in the distance, and weirdly acting flocks of birds. They fly above us, but they quiver their wings strangely.

  The animals, like those birds, always remind me of the humans who wear animal costumes to act like animals. Also, those humans in animal costumes remind me of the real animals that may look like humans, especially when they make their artificial limbs, such as their wings, disappear.

  I want to know about those birds - what kind of birds are they? Let me ask Hagrid, because he seems to be struggling with his thoughts. He looks tough on the inside but melts on the inside due to fear. I don't like this. Maybe this innocent question may help alleviate his fear?

  "Do you have any idea about those birds?" I ask.

  Hagrid, without moving his head, says, "They're not just birds, they're owls, and they're acting strangely. This must be due to He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named."

  I say, "Is it just me, or are those stars shooting a little fast across the sky? Do all stars move like this?"

  Hagrid says, "That's strange; we'd better meet him quickly."

  I don't know why, but he looks like a bomb ready to explode. I think he's still angry about the latest murders. Are those Potter people friends of his?

  He suddenly hits the throttle with his fist. He would have shouted out in fury, but he doesn't want to lose control.

  I can feel the radiant fear of uncertainty from him. His thoughts must be devouring the hope that remains in him.

  Hagrid says, "Why don't you move any faster!?"

  I say, "Hagrid, we've just met, but would you trust me?"

  Hagrid says, "No, but I have to trust my luck. If you survived after seeing him, you must mean something. That may be fate."

  I better check his inner thought as well because he is suppressing some of his emotions.

  "My friends, they are gone," he thinks to himself, "how am I going to protect this little one, while I can't even use any spell. I fear, what if they attack now, what if--"

  I will do something strange to help him escape the depths of his thoughts, and I hope he won't take this seriously.

  I lean forward and kiss him on the cheek. After kissing him, I sit back next to Harry.

  I did this because I sense a dangerous helplessness swirling within him. This kiss must calm his mind, because I wish it so. It should bring him calm, even if only for a short time, and give him a sense of peace, even in the face of death.

  Let me provide a meaningful explanation for my action, so he won't think I'm some kind of pervert or something. I don't want to be seen that way, even if my intention is intimate.

  "We suffer more in our imagination than in reality," I say, smiling. "And sometimes, crying out for help isn't a bad thing."

  After hearing those words, he smiles and thanks me.

  "Would you trust me if I say we can go to the meeting point faster?" I ask.

  "Don't take this seriously, but you're still a stranger to me. Thanks for calming me back there with that kiss. I don't want to do anything now; I just want to rescue Harry and fulfill my mission. So, if you have anything to suggest, I can listen. But that doesn't mean I can approve what you say."

  "I'll just teleport Harry and myself to the meeting point before you. That would be faster than this old motorcycle."

  "If you can do such things, why don't you just bring me with you as well?"

  "My powers have limits as well. I can teleport only two people at once," I reply.

  That was a huge lie, but I just want to roll with my decisions. I just kissed him; I'd better stay away from him for a while. And I'll bring Harry to the meeting point he's heading to now. What is this place? Let me ask him.

  Hagrid says, "Private Drive street is where we'll meet Dumbledore. He's in charge here for this rescue mission. I cannot continue any further."

  "I can just go next to him now, with Harry as well," I say.

  Oh, this will take time. Hagrid is really slow at deciding. Let me just speed this up a little. Let there be anything that scares Hagrid, so he can listen to me.

  Suddenly, a few shooting stars in the dark sky above us start to fall. They directly and keenly change their natural direction and head in our direction. As they near, they scratch the surface of motorcycle. I lean my head over and look downwards, and watch as those stars fall to the ground.

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  I hope they don't fall onto people's heads. Nope, I couldn't allow this. I couldn't handle the idea of causing the death of people before I even touch them physically. So, I will erase those falling stars from existence.

  Suddenly, they disappear, and Hagrid doesn't notice this because he is busy with the conflicts in his head.

  I shout out, "Hey, Hagrid, before you decide, they will shoot us in the air! Don't you see? That murderer magician may be behind all of this."

  "Don't talk about him like this!" Hagrid yells.

  What was that? I talk any way I want. But most important question is: Am I believable now?

  After a while, Hagrid remained silent, but then he accepts my offer.

  Hagrid: "Fine. Take Harry to Dumbledore."

  I smile after hearing this, but Hagrid seems to continue.

  Hagrid: "If I don't find you at the meeting point, you will pay for it! Do you understand?"

  I nod. "Yes, sir."

  It's time for me to do my thing. I wish for Harry and me to be next to Dumbledore. Suddenly, I find myself on a pavement under a street lamp, with Harry next to me. He is lying down, still wrapped in the blanket.

  Where is Dumbledore man, I can't see him. I wanted to be next to him. He will be here soon, my wishes never fail me. Instead, I may fail them.

  Someone appears silently, right before me, as if they have popped up from the ground. One moment there is nobody, and now he is right here. I realize that he can use magic to move across locations. Also, I sense that someone is watching us from across the street. I can feel it. A cat is watching us, but I know that the cat is watching us from the wall in the distance, and she sits stiffly because she is perplexed.

  I am done with this limited view of a fellow creature. I want to allow myself to see everything. Suddenly, I come to realize that the person who has just appeared is none other than Dumbledore, and that cat over there is someone called Minerva McGonagall.

  Now, Dumbledore looks down at me, then at Harry. After looking over at me, he looks at Harry again. His eyes open wide as he sees the lightning mark on Harry's forehead.

  Dumbledore says, "Minerva, don't come."

  I sense that the cat is walking near me. I turn around to look at the cat and see her beautiful, naked physique with markings around her eyes. Suddenly, the cat disappears, and someone different reappears instead of her. It is Minerva.

  Dumbledore and Minerva wear their long robes, with their cloaks sweeping the ground. Minerva's cloak is emerald, while Dumbledore's is purple. Dumbledore wears half-moon glasses, while Minerva's are square-shaped. They are both taller than me, and I like Dumbledore's high-heeled, buckled boots. However, I prefer walking barefoot instead.

  I sense that Dumbledore's hand is in his pocket, searching for something. He pulls it out suddenly, and his hand holds a silver lighter, which I know he will use to put out all the lights of the street lamps. And, as I expect, he quickly clicks the lighter, and one of the nearby street lights goes out with a pop. Before he can click to put out the rest of the lights, I wish for all of the street lights to disappear. The street lights suddenly sink into the ground, twisting around and disappearing. Seeing what I have just caused, Minerva and Dumbledore pull out their wands and point them at me.

  Minerva asks, "Dumbledore, what is going on here?"

  Dumbledore, not answering Minerva, directly starts to speak. I decide that I will not read their minds, nor do I want to study their intentions. I will just follow their lead and react to their actions.

  "I beg your pardon," Dumbledore says, "but we may liken your companion to someone else, someone we are after."

  "Oh, you mean Harry," I say. As I say the name, Minerva's eyes open wide, while Dumbledore seems still calm. "Hagrid wanted me to bring him to you, sir."

  "Her? Harry is a boy," Minerva says. "Dumbledore, he said Hagrid."

  I realize I have been using the wrong pronoun for him. I need to correct this.

  "I heard him well, Minerva," Dumbledore says. "I haven't lost my focus with old age."

  As I finish my thoughts, a motorcycle drops from the sky and lands on the road next to the pavement. That is Hagrid. He jumps off the vehicle and runs near us. As he stops to catch his breath, he starts to introduce me.

  "Professors, I will introduce my new friend, Starch," Hagrid says. "And Starch, they are venerable Professors. And this man is Dumbledore, whom I praised enough while we were flying across the sky."

  "So, you have fulfilled your secret mission," I say.

  Hagrid, hearing me say this, starts to blush in shyness. He is going to speak to ask for forgiveness because he thinks he has made a mistake, while no one cares about this. Instead, Dumbledore's eyes are fixed on Harry. Minerva is waiting for him to speak. But he doesn't speak; he seems to be thinking. Hagrid suddenly begins to apologize for revealing the secret mission. But Dumbledore silences him with a sudden voice.

  "Enough, Hagrid," he says, looking directly at me, "we are still in the middle of something here. Today we were going to celebrate our victory, but it seems we have a guest here. I hope he is on our side, because if he is, we have a lot to share with him in celebrating."

  "Everyone's celebrating?" Minerva says. "I knew we had to be more careful on this day. People started to celebrate too early. And I hope this person is not with... You-Know-Who."

  Hagrid jumps between me and Minerva and talks about me.

  "No, Starch saw him... You-Know-Who," he says. "And he protected Harry from the ruins of the house." He starts to cry. "He even witnessed the death of his family!"

  Dumbledore says, "Please, sensible people like you can call him by his name. His name is--"

  "His name is Voldemort," I say. "What? I just guessed his name. I would have liked him though if he wasn't a killer."

  Minerva says, "What do you mean by this?"

  Hagrid suddenly weeps, but hides his face with his hands.

  Dumbledore says, "We have to be calm and thank this person for taking care of Harry."

  I shrug. "No big deal."

  Dumbledore pulls out a watch and examines it.

  He says, "It is getting too late; let us leave Harry with his family, with his aunt and uncle."

  Hagrid lifts Harry off the ground and starts to carry him. Dumbledore and he walk to a house. Meanwhile, I stay with Minerva. I would like to chat with her, but she doesn't seem to like me. She is a severe-looking woman. I like severe punishments, but this time I will not think aloud. She is not even looking at me. I look at Dumbledore and Hagrid. I see that Hagrid puts Harry on the stairs of the house, and Dumbledore puts a letter on the blanket Harry is in. After that, they walk back to us.

  Dumbledore says, "Okay, it is time for us to leave. If we are quick, we can join some feast for celebration. I have seen some on the way. We deserve this after eleven years of struggle. Hagrid, Harry will be fine; you don't have to cry anymore."

  Hagrid says, "I know. I know. I better give the motorcycle back. Farewell, all of you."

  He walks to the motorcycle, gets on it, and flies away. After him, Dumbledore looks across the street, then at me.

  "I leave those street lamps to you," he says, then nods to Minerva. "Goodbye, Professor."

  Minerva nods, then transforms back into her cat form and walks away. Then Dumbledore looks at me.

  "Did you see him?" he asks.

  I nod.

  "Again, you helped us. Thank you," he says. He hands me a letter, and I take it. "If you consider it, I invite you to my school of wizards. A little help from a stranger in the near future would be soothing. I feel that you can find me if you need to. So, farewell."

  Suddenly, he turns around on his heel and disappears from my sight. After he is gone, I wish for the street lamps to come back, and they suddenly pop up from the ground and return to their original positions. Then, I look at the letter in my hands.

  You know what, I am done with this life. I want to leave now. I have been a really passive observer ever since I came here. So, let me leave this place. I don't care about this letter. And before I leave, I wish for something strange to happen in this life, so I might have a little fun.

  After I make this wish, I throw the letter away, and as it drops down, a breeze blows it off the ground. It flies across the road and slides through a manhole.

  I say, "I forgot to read it. Let me take it back."

  I walk to the manhole and look down at its lid. Then, I crouch down and lift the lid open. As I push the lid to the side, I see her. A clown is looking right into my eyes, with my letter between her lips. She slowly smiles at me. I blink in surprise.

  That's an invitation I can't refuse.

  I jump into the manhole and hear the lid close behind me.