"Would you like to see him?" A motherly voice asked as she looked down at her daughter she held in her arms. She stalked through the misty streets of England; her child whined slightly due to the cold in the dark of the night. "We're almost there, Dear."
The figure waltzed down Privet Street to house number four. Had the numbers marking the houses disappeared you would never be able to find the right one, for they all looked the same. The figure took slow, quiet steps toward the doorstep of the house. A small boy with vibrant emerald eyes sat wrapped in a blanket on the doorstep of the house.
The figure daintily lowered herself onto the the the paved step where the boy was coddled. He let out a small cry which the figure quickly hushed. Tears formed in the eyes of the figure sitting on the porch of the house on Privet Street. "You look so much like your father."
Attempting to gather herself, the figure sat her daughter down next to her and the boy. The figure managed to choke out a few words to her daughter. "Isn't he charming?" she asked, smiling through her tears. "This is your Handler, Vinyl." A pause passed through the cold air of England before the figure continued.
"This is Harry Potter."