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The late autumn chill caressed the wisps of his hair and cheeks, causing a tinge of red to appear due to the cold. It was dawn, where the night is the darkest before it all turns to become bright.
The baby had been in front of the doorstep for the past four hours, soaking in the cold of the night due to a certain neglectful headmaster.
Inside the house, Petunia Dursley just got up for the day, content with her life. She had a darling baby boy as well as a husband who was a hardworking man who cared for his family. She was at her peak.
Then, she went outside to fetch the morning newspaper from the doorstep.
When she saw the baby lying there, she jumped back in shock.
Heart racing, she contemplated as to what to do. She then noticed the letter placed beside the sleeping form, and picked it up.
Reading her name on it, she opened the letter with shaking hands before reading it and suddenly have her eyes brimming with tears.
She glanced at the child, noticing not only the similarities between him and Lily's husband, but the obvious signs of developing hypothermia.
Hardening her resolve and calling upon her mothering instincts, she went to pick up the baby into her arms, accidentally parting hair and seeing the dreaded scar that was mentioned in the letter.
Sighing, she brought the child back in and placed the him in Dursley's old cot that was set up beside the radiator. They always meant to put it away, but actually never got around to it.
Deciding to think upon the matter later, she hurried to make breakfast for her husband before he got up.
When he left an hour later, he was blissfully unaware of the other baby in his house.
Harry woke up a short while after he was put down, the coldness in this bones had gone away, but he felt awful and kept shivering.
Dudley usually didn't wake up this early, as he liked to stay up to fuss around and stay asleep till around noon.
So she had time to think.
After closing the door behind her husband, she headed to the living room where he was laying down.
She pulled the cot over to the couch and sat down, peering down at him and contemplating.
She noticed his eyes were open and fully alert, darting around and trying to get an impression of where he was. His eyes, Lily's eyes.
It wasn't fair,The child inside her screamed. Lily got both the looks and the magic!
Yet now she is dead. She thought back bitterly, effectively silencing the childish voice.
What was she going to do? The child with Lily's eyes represented exactly what she hated what she tried so hard to escape from- magic.
Reading the letter again, she saw it noted that they'd be given £500 a week to compensate for the child's living fees. That was a lot of money.
They'd be rich.
But yet while it was temping, she still had doubts.
Looking at the boy, Petunia knew he had magic in his veins. Knew that, given the chance, he'd be what Lily was. Dudley would go through what it was like being Petunia, the lesser one who never was quite as special as her sister.
She couldn't allow that.
If the freak was going to stay, she certainly wasn't going to treat him with any kindness.
If he developed thoughts that he was higher than the others, that simply couldn't do.
A crazed look sparking in her eyes. She'll have to beat it out if him. That, paired along with the money, was the only way this freak would stay in this house.
Nodding slightly, that's what she resolved.
Taking a final glance at the child who seemed to be constantly shivering, she stood up and headed to the storage room, fetching a bottle of stale powdered milk out of the set given to them by a friend who worked with baby powder at Dudley's baby shower three years ago.
The dozens of cans had always been sitting there, as Petunia preferred to breastfeed her children instead of trusting artificial methods.
She found one of Dudley's old sippy cup amongst the mess as well, not broken, but the mouth piece was throughly gnawed through.
She made a mental note to look for mouthpieces on the next time she went shopping.
She was determined not to spend the money given to them on the boy when he grew older. He'd get things from Dudley's hand-me-downs.
Everything was planned out, all she had left to do was to tell Vernon.
The money bought him off.
I have writer's block for the other fic. Sorry.
