The Hand

Harry sits on the corner of number four Privet Drive, waiting for Mrs. Figg to come along. She’s going to take Harry to The Borrow, where he is staying the rest of the summer and will catch the train to Hogwarts with Ron, Ginny, and Hermione, who’s staying at Ron’s also.
Harry looks around at all the houses and wonders what the neighbors would think if they knew there was a wizard living among them. He laughs softly as he hears Mrs. Cardigan in his head shrieking. “We have a WHAT? I always knew that Potter boy was abnormal!”
Harry turns his head when he hears the sound of approaching footsteps. A shadow crosses over him and he looks up.
He sees a floating pair of spectacles in front of him and a moment later focuses on the last person he thought would be around.
Albus Dumbledore.
“Harry,” Dumbledore says, reaching out his hand to take Harry’s.
“Professor Dumbledore!” Harry says, accepting his hand and standing up. “What are you doing here? Where’s Mrs. Figg?” Harry looks around, expecting to see Mrs. Figg walking around the corner.
Dumbledore sighs, “I regret, Harry, that Mrs. Figg is no longer with us.”
Harry’s eyes get big, “What? What do you mean? What happened to her?”
Dumbledore turns away for a moment and then turns back towards Harry, “Voldemort found out she was watching you and got rid of her. If there’s anything I don’t understand about him, it’s why he chooses who he does to kill,” Dumbledore trails off and looks at birds, while Harry wipes his eyes on his sleeve.
“Ummm, Professor Dumbledore, sir,” Harry says, looking at Albus, “How am I going to get to The Borrow now?”
Dumbledore looks back at Harry and smiles, “Why, my dear boy. That’s why I’m here!”
“It . . . it is?” Harry asks, aw-struck.
“Yes. I’m taking you to The Borrow. I have to talk to Author anyway,” Dumbledore smiles at the pleased look on Harry’s face. But then Harry’s face falls.
“But, Professor Dumbledore, what about Mrs. Figg’s cats?”
Dumbledore chuckles, “It’s kind of you to ask Harry. Only the truly brave would put aside their grief to think of others at a time like this. Yes, about her cats. Well, as I seem to recall, a good friend of yours took them and is keeping them now. Though I’m not to sure his dog is very fond of them.”
“Hagrid took her cats?!” Harry asks in disbelief, “I can just imagine what Fang’s doing to them.” Dumbledore and Harry chuckle at this. “How are we getting to The Borrow, sir?”
“We’ll be flying, of course,” Dumbledore says, rummaging through his pockets. “Ah! Here it is!” he shouts, bringing out his wand. He wiggles it in the air and lowers it toward Harry’s trunk and then towards Harry himself. Harry feels himself rise off the ground and begin to fly faster and faster towards The Borrow.
Moments later, they land with a soft thud on the ground outside of The Borrow, where everyone is gathered to greet them.




I know these chapters sho short, but I don\'t like to jump around to much from one thing to another in the same chapter, so most of the chapters will be like this. Please Review! This is my first fanfic ever and I will try my best to answer all of you guys, but I need Reviews first!