Disclaimer and AN: I don't own Harry Potter or Star Wars...I posted this story a while back but took it down. I've edited it and decided to repost it. Enjoy!
A man with messy black hair and glasses, slowly walked down a path towards the iron gate, with a tiny bundle in his arms. He softly kissed the forehead of a sleeping baby before of tearfully handing over a small bundle to three shrouded figures.
"Take care of her please," the man softly said.
"As if she was my own," one of the shrouded figures said.
"And she will be brought back won't she?" the man asked next.
"When it is safe or the time is right," another figure said.
The man nodded in agreement as the three shrouded figures disappeared into the night….