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Chapter One: Prologue

She stared up at the ceiling; wishing the date had gone better, leave it to Vernon Dursley to burst into the restaurant and start shouting at her again, twice in one day. The man had managed to track her down from the other side of the city, he'd been at her house this morning shouting up a storm, seemed to think he owned her or something. Maybe it was time to leave Little Whinging and head back to Cokeworth, Lily and her hadn't been able to sell their parents house after their father died, it would be easy to go live there. The people in the area knew her and there was bound to be a place she could find work at. She would get as far away from Grunnings drill manufacturing company which Vernon's father owned, her photographic memory, English Lit degree and that typing course she did in London would help her get into somewhere. Perhaps Lily would have contacts in the magical world that could help her out.

Maybe she should write to her, she'd been passing letter to Lily through James' friend Peter for the past couple of months, Lily had gone into hiding because some mad wizard was taking over the magical world. She didn't like Peter much, he always seemed to be on edge like something was following him and he always trembled when she handed the letters to him. But Lily always replied, she would probably be writing her next letter telling Petunia all about what baby Harry was up to and about that Bathilda Bagshot that sometimes came round. Remus Lupin was a friendlier face, but he'd not shown up as much as he used to, Sirius Black neither.

Her friend Yvonne was on holiday with her family in their house in Majorca. And her other friends from University all seemed to have families now they need to care for. It was lonely in this suburban house with the extra three rooms, she'd managed to change one into a study and another into a guest room but she found herself craving human companionship whenever she was in the house.

She turned over having enough of her depressing sighs, the bedroom light was on and she decided to get up and take the trash out for the bin men who would come and collect it tomorrow. She mentally wrote a list of things that needed to be done tomorrow, call the moving men, go to work and tell them she was leaving, start packing…

She wrapped the dressing gown around herself to protect her from the October cold, soon it would be Christmas and she'd have to think about what to get one year old Harry, maybe she would try out knitting again. Lily laughed at the last adept at knitting a scarf, which had ended up too long but she'd still worn it and taken it to her last year at Hogwarts.

This time she would make a small quilt, something that could easily cover the small child for an extra cover from the cold winter that was sure to come. She hadn't seen Harry for almost a year, she still remember how his eyes stayed on her as he grabbed her bony finger in his small chubby hand. She'd rocked him back and forth, strange warmth had overtaken her and she'd desperately wanted this for herself. Which was how she'd said yes the next time Vernon had asked her out on a date.

You could see the full moon from the kitchen window, there were some pumpkins still sitting in front of her neighbors houses. The rubbish bag was half full, but it bumped against her leg as she walked to the front door. She put the keys in the pocket of her dressing gown, and then checked out the front of the house through the eyehole in case of rash teenagers. There were none so she stepped away and opened the door, only to see a bundle on her doorstep.

"What?" she blinked as she looked down to see it moving, dropping the rubbish bag beside her she crouched down and gently lifted up the bundle, to see a baby inside it. She saw a letter addressed to her tucked into the blankets, but surely this was some sort of mistake? Why had someone put a child on her doorstep, in this cold weather? She walked out into the street the child held against her in a vain attempt at protecting it from the cold. But as she stood in the middle of the road she saw about her that the street was empty except for a cat at the end of the road.

She looked down at the child not willing to believe it; taking a closer look she noticed the boy had short black hair and naturally golden tanned skin, her heart rate speed up and short breaths left her mouth, she blinked fast as moisture gathered in her eyes unwilling to acknowledge it. With a dry throat, she walked back to the house to get out of the cold. She lightly trailed her fingers down the child's cheek, warmth came back to her and she shut the door, forgetting all about the rubbish bag still on the floor. Walking into the living room she sat down onto a sofa cradling the boy to her. She stared at the wall for hours as she fingered the envelope, trying to deny what was right in front of her eyes. Because it couldn't be, it was impossible.

She finally couldn't help the curiosity of what was written and glanced back at the envelope, it look nearly exactly like the one she reserved all those years ago that was still in a box in Cokeworth.

Petunia Evans

4 Privet Drive

Little Whinging

Surrey

It was written in that green ink that could only belong to Albus Dumbledore, and that heavy parchment was a clear a sign as any that it came from the magical world. Her breath hitched at the last hope that Lily merely wanted her to babysit Harry, because why wouldn't she write to her? Wouldn't Lily want to talk to her? Maybe they were trying to keep Harry away from the danger and had Dumbledore bring him here, but why hadn't he knocked on the door? Did he not want to face her?

Dear Miss Petunia Evans

I am sorry to inform you of the most grievously happening of your sister Mrs Lily Potter who on the night of Hallows Eve was murdered along with her husband Mr James Potter by the Dark Lord Voldemort-

"No, no, no!" she shoved the letter aside and hunched over the tears covering her face now, but she was still aware of the newly orphaned nephew that lay in her arms. A hole of nothingness seemed to swallow her heart as the news shocked her. She rocked back and forth her eyes closed like she could hide away from the pain.

Why?

Why, why, why?

What did she have left in the world, was there anyone in this world that still loved her? Soft crying startled her as Harry awoke from the sound of her sobs; she rubbed the tears away and looked into the emerald green of his eyes that connected with hers.

Yes she did have someone, and Harry needed her and she needed Harry. They would be each others anchor's, and she would use all her wit into making sure he was happy, because her happiness now ran on the same road as his, and she would make sure he was ready.

Author Note: This story is going to take time, don't expect updates every month much less every week. I'm studying Computer Animation Arts which takes up far more time than any of the other courses i've heard about. I've written these two chapters in the time i'm meant to be working on one of my assignments but because i'm a really creative person inspiration likes to hit at the worst of times. please review and tell me what you think of it so far, and no the story isn't from Petunia's point of view but multiple, mostly Harry's.