I, Troy Bolton had just travelled back to the year 1986, it was dark outside, I could tell that I was in England since the roads didn't look like they followed the grid system.
I had spotted a playground, I don't know what made me walk towards it, but when I did, I found a little boy sitting on the swings.
"Hey buddy, what are you doing out at this time of the night?"
"My cousin Dudley was 'Harry hunting', but he couldn't catch me so he gave up"
"Where's your Mom and Dad?"
"They're dead"
"So who do you live with?"
"Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon"
"Are they going to pick you up?"
"I don't think they are sir"
Even with the bad lighting I saw that Harry had a few cuts and bruises on his body, I don't know why but I felt the need to protect Harry from the world, and so I avapourated to St Mungos
The staff at were very nice, not quite as nice as the trainee healers in Ilvermorny.
It was at this moment that I decided to adopt Harry, no matter how much hassle it's going to be.