A/N: This fic is the result of a challenge from Luvaboydan*hesmyman. Hopefully she likes it and you will, too! Please R&R!

A shrill "BRING!" from the alarm clock sounded, waking up Vernon Durseley. The large man of about fifty-one growled at no one in particular and stretched, causing his pajama shirt to ride up and a not-so-pleasant view of a hairy overhang to show. Vernon's feet found his fuzzy pink slippers, and slowly he rose out of bed.

Dursley made his way to the bedroom door, and wrapped his black bathrobe with the initials "DR" embroidered on the chest, around himself, as if to be protected from the wind. Clutching the robe to himself, Dursley stepped out into the hallway and headed downstairs. (This man is one of the unnatural few who does not have the sudden urge to pee as soon as they wake up.) He trudged into the kitchen and switched on the coffee maker. This was the moment when Vernon Dursley's life changed forever.

A slight "beep" was heard from the door. Dursley rolled his eyes and muttered- "What crazy fool would want something at five o'clock in the morning? Damn salesmen."

But, as it turns out, there was no salesman there. In fact, there was no one there. At least, that was Dursley's first impression. At a closer look, he realized that along with his morning newspaper there was a basket sitting on his doorstep. Curious (of course- who wouldn't be?), he brought the basket in and set in on the table. Slowly, he drew back the sheet to reveal- a baby sleeping peacefully inside the basket.

"What the hell is meaning of this?!" Vernon cried out, clearly outraged. "As if I could afford to feed one more mouth."

He slowly trailed off, aware that no one had heard him. Dursley's irritated frown started to turn upward, however, when he thought of a marvelous idea. He quickly pulled the white sheet back over the still- sleeping baby's head (it was a miracle it was still sleeping) and placed the basket back on his front doorstep. The motive behind this was that hopefully, whoever had put the child there would see that Vernon Dursley did not want and would take it back. Hopefully.

A grin on his face now, Vernon sipped his coffee and read his newspaper happily. He left for work a few minutes later and forgot about the baby for the rest of his workday.

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Dudley Dursley was a big boy. He usually ate three cans of strained peas and carrots for a snack. He had a double chin and a half. He weighed fifty pounds. And he was only five months old.

Inside that five-month-old mind, was a whiny little voice crying- "That other baby is eating ALL of the food that I'M supposed to eat for my fifth helping!"

Yes, Dudley Dursley was jealous. A deep hatred had begun to grow in that little baby's heart, even at only five months. Of course, his mama was not wasting a second of attention on that new baby, only on him. And that food was only half of his fifth helping, so it wasn't too horrible. But still.. it wasn't even the food. There was just something about that baby that bothered Dudley. And his five-month-old brain couldn't put a finger on it.

Suddenly a beep was heard from the doorbell.

"Must be your daddy, wittle Duddles! Can you say 'hi' to your big ole daddy? Can you say 'hi'?" Petunia Dursley's voice got higher and higher and more saccharine every other word she said to her "wittle Duddles."

Petunia scooted to the door, and let her husband in.

"Man, would you ever believe it? I got the best deal of the year this morning on.." Dursley's voice trailed off as he set eyes on a certain baby. No, not "wittle Duddles."

"What is the meaning of this?!" Vernon exclaimed. "We can't afford Dudley's premium cable subscription if there's another damn mouth to feed in this house!"

Petunia waited for her husband to cool down, then made her point. "Vernon, I think you should read this letter before you make any rash decisions." She handed him a white envelope, then added "It came with Harry, here."

"Harry? That name sounds familiar.." Dursley trailed off as he opened the envelope and read the contents of the letter:

Dear Vernon, Petunia and little Dudley:

If you are reading this now, then I am not with you anymore. In the wizarding world, there is an evil warlock named Voldermort. He and his henchmen, called Death Eaters, have wreaked havoc on our world and killed thousands of people, including Muggles. This may come as a shock to you, but if you are reading this right now, then he has claimed James and I, too. A friend was given instructions to deliver this letter and.. package to you if worst came to worst.

Inside the basket, as you have probably already discovered, is a baby boy. His name his Harry and he is my son. I am sorry you couldn't have met him under better circumstances, but that's.. well, I guess that's life. I hope you will welcome him as a part of your family as would welcome Dudley into ours.

In our world, there is a sport called Quidditch. It is sort of like your basketball, I suppose, except on broomsticks. James was a semi-famous star on England's team. Like the sports in your world, sports stars get paid a lot of money. In his will, James has named Harry as the recipient of half of his small fortune. A third goes to our friend, Sirius Black, and the other third goes to your family. The money shall be held until Harry turns twenty-one. Should anything happen to Harry (heaven forbid!), then that money will go to you.

Now it is time for me to say goodbye. My dear sister, I wish you many more years of a healthy and wonderful life. Vernon, though we have never gotten along as well as I would have hoped, I wish you good luck in your business. Little Dudley, I wish you a happy childhood and a happy adulthood as well. This paper may be a little damp, because I love you all so much. I sincerely hope that this letter will forever go unread.

Love Always,

Lily Potter