Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.

At all.

As much as I wish too..

*sigh* Okay. I'm in this story I'm trying to make it as realistic as possible. Though not everything will be perfect in this story. I wasn't born in the 80's I was born in the 90's and I highly considered tweaking it into it being ten years forward. So Harry would be born in 90's instead.

However this would've been less of a challenge to me.

1981, November 1st

12:34am

In Southwest England there was a county called Surrey and in that county laid a small town called Little Whinging. The town would practically be invisible on most maps for it was relatively quiet, it consisted on a few young couples finding their feet, families wanting to settle down somewhere quiet and elderly people wanting to spend the rest of their days in peace. Mostly it was for people wanting to escape hectic city life without it being totally dull. Usually the most comotion that happened was teenagers vandalising bus stops and lurking around churches. However most people were happy with their lives in Little Whinging.

However this night will make things change for some.

It was a cold winter night, the only sound that the outside admitted was the rustle of the dying leaves in the wind, the only lighting was the street lights' illuminating a spot underneath them and that was where a tall thin man waited. He wore an auburn flat cap, a striped button shirt with a brown corduroy blazer with suede elbow pads. He hummed softly as if he was waiting for someone.

He smiled putting his hands in his pockets when he slightly turned his head to the right and said:

"Its nice to see you here Minerva,"

Indeed a tall woman with her black hair pinned back in an emerald green winter dress appeared beside him.

The stern looking woman gave a cross look her eyes flashing angrily over her square rimmed glasses.

"Of course I'd be here Albus," she snapped rather crossly.

Albus motioned his head towards the house in front of them.

"So this is where Lily's sister lives hmm?"

Minerva pursed her lips disapprovingly.

"Yes...Petunia. Albus are you absolutely sure no one else can take the boy in? They're an absolutely awful family, I do realise they're his only living relatives but surely Lily wasn't daft enough to put in her will that she wanted Petunia to look after him of all people!"

Of course Minerva had worried with good reason.

The Dursley family were proud and took honour in the fact that they were a perfect, normal, healthy family and considered themselves very respected in Little Whinging however this could be further from the truth. Petunia Dursley had a reputation to be a gossip, to be very nosy and most of the neighbours were aware that she'd crane her neck over her garden fence to spy on them. Although she had some friends who were equally as big as a gossip as her most people listened out of politeness or tried to avoid her.

Vernon Dursley was a round beefy man and was a petty minded bully who hated people who were different from himself. He judged people about their economic status on how big their cars were or how they dressed, he particually enjoy bullying his own employees at his company Grunnings. Not many people wanted to cross him.

Last of all was Dudley who was a toddler, already he is well known at their local supermarket for smashing things and throwing tantrums. Mostly their parents response was laughing it off and completely disragarding his behaviour.

Albus put his hand on Minerva's shoulder.

"Let it be known Petunia wasn't the first choice to be the guardian of her son. But her first choice as you very well know is now incapable of looking after him now,"

For a second Minerva's cheeks bristled red.

"Can we get this announcement to them done and over with? I never want to come into this place again,"

"Surely they're not that bad?" muttered Albus.

"Well...not terribly bad per say. But I observed horrid behaviour! Like their son! He's one and already he kicks his mother in the shin for sweets! God forbid if I ever did that with my mother!"

"Minerva we must respect her wishes,"

"Yes Albus," sighed Minerva walking towards Number 4 Privet Drive.

Albus tapped on the door not harshly but loud enough for the residents inside.

Vernon grunted as he rolled to his side when and grumpily left his bed.

"What the bloody hell is that racket?" roared Vernon screwing up his purple beefy face.

Petunia sleepily rose from the bed also.

The chubby toddler only stirred in his large crib in the room.

The knocking sound racked again, Petunia turned her face to Vernon pursing her lips making her resemble a horse.

"Quick Vernon answer it before the neighbours hear!" hissed Petunia making the bed quickly and rushing to peek outside the curtains to see if any of the neighbours were looking.

The beefy man grunted and raved as he trotted down the stairs in his striped pyjamas.

"For Godsake! Do you have any bloody idea what time it is? I have a baby upstairs!" yelled Vernon spraying slight spit at Albus's corduroy blazer.

Minerva wrinkled her nose in disgust gave a cold stern look at made Vernon stop dead in his tracks.

"Mr. Dursley I presume?" Albus asked politely as if the outburst never happened.

Vernon eyed the man up and down. To him Albus looked like an old coot who's beard was long over due for a trim.

"Yes what do you want?" the beefy man asked rudely.

"May we come in? We have some sad news,"

Vernon opened his mouth to reply something rude until his wife hurried the two inside but not before glancing outside to see if any of the neighbours were spying.

Albus and Minerva sat themselves on the soft pink settee while Petunia and Vernon sat on the one opposite them.

Minerva gazed at Petunia over her square spectacles.

"Mrs. Dursley, I'm afraid it is about your sister Lily-"

"Oh what has she done now? Honestly that little freak is nothing but trouble-"

Petunia started to complain until she was cut off by Minerva's harsh tone of voice.

"She has nothing." Minerva replied harshly through gritted teeth "Your sister is dead,"

There was a cold silence in the room; Vernon shifted uncomfortably putting an arm around his wife as her face turned an unusual shade of grey.

Petunia staggered to her feet putting her hand to her mouth trying to process the information.

"Dead? How can she be dead?"

"She and James were murdered," Albus informed gently eyeing her carefully, Petunia let out a sob trying to retain her cold face.

To everyone who knew Petunia and Lily it was not unknown that they did not get along. Although they remained in contact, they rarely mentioned each othet to other people. Petunia in particular often pretended that she didn't even have a sister. The only reason her husband even knew the existence of his wife's sister was the arrival of her on their wedding day. To which he was very surpised to know that he had a sister-in-law.

Even after all that Petunia was still upset for she still remembered a time, when she and her sister did get along and very well too.

The guilt was tearing her apart inside.

"The man responsible was arrested and will be charged but this will leave their son open to a home," Minerva said.

"Their son is alive? Well he can't stay here," Petunia replied firmly.

"Why?" Minerva asked voice slightly raised.

"W-we don't have the room! W-we can't afford him!" she mumbled

"Oh really now Mrs. Dursley, you can't fit one more person in a house as large as yours? And judging by your exquisite taste," Minerva snarled eyeing the floral patterned settee and the wide screen television.

"You can definitely afford him,"

"Who do you think you are going around telling what people should or shouldn't do?" screeched Petunia.

Minerva cleared her throat.

"My name is Minerva McGonagall. Although I may be just a professor at a private school, I was a good friend of your parents also let it be known I have family in very high places,"

"I am Albus Dumbledore; I also have friends in high places plus a good friend of your sister. It states in her will that you would be the guardian of her son if anything happened to her and her husband, you also agreed to it,"

"I don't want to accept it!" Petunia shouted looking terrified.

Albus pushed his moon crescent glasses up his crooked nose.

"Ah a real pity," Albus said softly as he got up to walk out of the door "This will of course mean he'll go to an orphanage or a children's home but I'm sure he'll get adopted quickly with his story being published all over the news,"

"Wait!" Petunia said. Albus stopped in his tracks.

"It's going to be all over the news?" the tall woman asked quietly.

"Of course, the murder was so brutal the story will be published on the front cover tomorrow morning and be on the news. Of course this will lead your neighbours to wonder why his only living relatives won't take their nephew in when they obviously have room and money too," Albus mumbled sincerely.

Petunia looked like she swallowed a lemon; Minerva stared at him in shock and Vernon just looked confused at the situation.

"Are you threatening me?" she gasped.

"I would do no such thing," Albus responded with a twinkle in his blue eyes "I'm merely giving you a choice, whether to take care of your own flesh and blood your only living relative I might add or abandon him,"

Petunia bit her nail. This will be the talking point of many conversations if anyone found out that she was related to Lily Potter.

There was a brief silence before Petunia said quietly "Okay,"

"Remember you have made a promise. Keep it." Those were Albus's last words as he and Minerva left the house.

That night started the awkward relationship between The Dursleys and the son of the Potters.

It all happened so quickly.

More professional looking people arrived at the house and required them signing paperwork.

After a long while a small bundle in a social worker's arms was delivered to Petunia while she grinned falsely as they left.

When she entered her home she glared at the gurgling bundle in her arms.

The young toddler gazed up at her with stunning green eyes the same pair her sister had, she also noticed that a scar laid on the toddler's forehead which in further observation was shaped like a lighting bolt. She wondered how a toddler managed to get such a thing but decided not to be nosy enough this time to find out.

His name was Harry. A horrid name for a boy in Petunia's opinion but did not care enough about him to change it.

"Where are we going to put it?" asked Petunia.

"Dudley's old crib is in the cupboard underneath the stairs," replied Vernon walking away.

Petunia without a word opened the cupboard and carefully placed him into the crib and closed the door. Petunia paused for a moment as the toddler locked gazes with her.

"Petunia! Come and see the flowers with me! They're beautiful!" Lily tugged her older sister's hand with the sun radiating her red hair and her green eyes shining brightly almost as much as her smile.

Petunia's heart flooded with guilt when she remembered her sister's smile. After a while Petunia became absolutely horrid to her younger sister, making both her parents disappointed in her and really destroyed what a intially was a very good sibling relationship.

But as she stared into his beautiful green eyes all the jealousy, rage and fury towards her perfect sister came flooding back.

She was always the perfect one. The special one. The beautiful one.

Now she will never get to release her rage towards her and will never get to apologise either to appease the guilt.

Its almost as if she died purposely to make her suffer guilt from her wrong doings towards her. A constant reminder of her is the son who inheriated the beautiful green eyes.

A feature that always made Petunia jealous.

Thus closed the door leaving the toddler alone in the dark and walked back to her bed. Trying to push her guilt to the side.

This left the toddler to stare in the darkness and dustiness of the ceiling inhabited by spiders. He did not cry but he was very tired so his eyes drooped slightly. The only sound he made was coughs due to the amount of dust in the air. He became distracted by the sound of his cousin throwing a tantrum upstairs.

"I shan't sleep! I shan't sleep!" Was the faint sound up above.

There was also the sound of his aunt and uncle walking around trying to appease the crying toddler.

His uncle chortled and went downstairs again putting the kettle on and turned on the television to keep himself awake.

On the televison was a sandy haired woman in a neat business suit.

"A couple located in Godric's Hallow has been brutally murdered today, a suspect who is believed to be linked to the murder has been arrested and will be questioned. The couple James and Lily Potter were stabbed to death. Their son however survived and has been taken in by some relatives, it is also reported that nearby the incident a man has gone missing and the police due to finding a severed finger are suspecting murder. Pe-"

Vernon turned it off.

"What a load of depressing crap," he murmured eyeing the cupboard under the stairs as if the boy inside could all of a sudden magically understand what was going on. The beefy man grunted as he lumbered to the kitchen to make himself tea.

Harry still being a toddler tried to snuggle inside his blankets but it only managed to make him sneeze due to the dust.

Vernon stomped back up the stairs making the ceiling in Harry's cupboard shake which eventually made a spider and its eggs crash to the dusty floor. Tiny spiders crawled from the shells and one spider which may or may not have been inside one of the eggs started to crawl up the wall and eventually was just above Harry.

The young toddler seemed to find watching the spider spin a brand new web very comforting and eventually let his eyes droop while he laid his head back on the musty covers.

This was the start of many nights of the boy in the cupboard under the stairs.

A/N: I know alot of people would be like. What? Petunia wouldn't react like that. But think about it. For a while they actually were close up until Petunia started to get really jealous. Then it broke apart. In the books it showed even if there were bitterness between the two they were still in contact.

Besides I think despite how sisters may argue they'd still feel sad for the loss of them.

When I was writing Petunia's thoughts and feelings I thought of my own negative feelings towards my siblings as a child. Though I would NEVER put any of my nieces or nephews under the stairs.

Yes I am an aunt. Believe it or not I was born one. My niece was born before me.

I think everyone gets negative feelings towards siblings at least once in their life. Just for Petunia it festered making her a bitter woman. Never got to express it so really she never got rid of it.

With me I actually talked to my parents and they were understanding and reassured me.

Spiders DO have a meaning in this story.

They usually in dreams represent outsiders in this case Harry is an outsider to the Dursleys. They also represent female figures or powers. The one that fell to the floor represented Lily and her demise.

Remembering an old british legend the spider creating a new web represented starting all over again.

I got this idea by dreaming of Spiders and meeting them a few times this week.

Till Next Time

~Blazenix