History repeats itself
It was a regular Sunday afternoon in the Dursley household. Private Drive was quiet, and so it had been since the day Mr and Mrs Dursley and their son arrived back from their so called ''vacation''. Mrs Dursley was a an old woman living on her own, her husband, Vernon was long gone, died of a heart attack and her son Dudley had moved out to start a family of his own in Scotland. On this quiet Sunday afternoon in mid spring when Mrs Dursley woke from her sleep she felt herself remembering her sister Lily and nephew Harry, it had been years since she seen Harry and Lily, oh her lovely baby sister Lily how she missed her so she remembered that frosty November morning when she woke to her nephew on her doorstep and a letter addressed to her saying her sister and her husband were killed by a dark wizard, yes wizard indeed Mrs Dursley never let herself get involved in such nonsense but when Lily herself got accepted into Hogwarts Mrs Dursley was pulled into a world which she hated, a world which took her sister forever, and little Harry she remembers those great big emerald eyes staring up at her it was like a ghostly shadow of her sister and it pained her too much to care for the boy so she hated him and neglected him until he left to fight a war and her family and her were taken into protection that was the last night she ever saw him. After having her usual tea and toast Mrs Dursley went to put the milk bottles out and as she opened the door she could have screamed, NO! How could this be? After all these years it was happening all over again, she looked down and there she saw it, a child no older than one was fast asleep in piles of blankets on her doorstep it was like dajavu the child even looked like her nephew, that messy black hair , the same features and there rested a letter on the child's chest a letter with the same yellow parchment and green ink that was on that letter all those years ago, fearing the worst she scooped up the child and took in him. She paced and she paced, the child had woken frightened by his new surroundings and started to cry the noise was too much for Mrs Dusley, ''SHUP UP, YOU STUPID CHILD!'' she screamed, the child immediately stopped crying, shocked with herself she went forward and took the letter , hands shaking she opened it and read,
Dear Mrs Dursley,
I have much regret to tell you that your nephew Harry Potter and his wife Ginny Potter were killed last night when an attack took place at their home in Godrics Hollow, I know this must quite a shock for you but indeed Mrs Dursley history has indeed repeated itself. Harry and his wife were attacked by death eaters who are voldemorts followers although voldemort himself has gone his followers remain and wanted revenge, Harry's child James Sirius Potter survives and it was in Harry's wishes that if something were to happen you were to look after his child. Mrs Dursley I speak to you now as an old friend of your sister Lily and nephew Harry, I beg you to take the child and care for him with love such love you never gave Harry please Mrs Dursley find it in your heart to take in Lily Evans Grandson, your great Nephew and love him.
My deepest regards,
Professor Minerva McGonagall
Headmistress of Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry
For once Mrs Dursley was shocked and speechless, this was all too much for her Harry dead, son lives, Lily! although Mrs Dursley was speechless Lily kept popping into Mrs Dursley's head begging her to take her grandchild and care for him, but this child would be magical like Lily like Harry who both were gone because of magic but for once Vernon was not here to tell Mrs Dursley what to do and for the first time in her life Mrs Dursley made a proper decision.
''I'll do it''.