Prologue

"Albus, are you sure Harry should stay with the Dursleys?" Minerva McGonagall says with a nervous look, "I've watched them, they aren't safe."

"Are you suggesting, Minerva, the others are safer?" Albus Dumbledore responds with a question.

"Not necessarily, but at least the others try to be safe."

"Then look at it this way, Minerva, they are an entire ocean away; nearly across the ocean. Also, Mrs. Figg has verry kindly agreed to watch Harry and tell me how he is."

"That may be the case, however you cannot deny that if Harry himself had a say in this he would choose to live with his third cousin and his family."

"I understand, Minerva, however sometimes people have to make sacrafices."

"He doesn't know he's making a sacrifice, Albus. He doesn't know there was another option."

"Alas, Minerva, I have already made my decision," Albus said solemly. Before Minerva could say another word, Hagrid came into sight with little baby Harry sound asleep. The two professors watched as Hagrid descended. Finally, the Headmaster spoke up, "where did you get the bike Hagrid?"

"Sirius. He suprisin'ly took it well, considerin', he's the godfather an' all."

Minerva's eyes widend.

"Why-"

"He needs to live a normal life, Minerva," Albus responded.

"And living with the Dursleys is normal?"

"As normal as it can get with Harry," Albus said annoyed as he took the bundle out of Hagrid's hands. Minerva pursed her lips; she was still very unhappy about the decision. Albus walked up to the doorstep of number 4 Privet drive casually while looking at the lightning shapped scar that was now on the little hero's forehead. He set Harry Potter down in front of the door of the Dursely's house. He then took out an envelope and gently tucked it down with Harry.

Suddenly, Hagrid howled but faltered when Minerva looked at him. He then mumbled an apology and said something about Lily and James and a poor Harry.

"Well," said Albus, "I suppose that's that. We may as well go and join the celebrations."

They walked to the end of the street and said goodnight to Hagrid -Sirius needed his bike back- and apparated away.

*7 hours later*

Petunia Dursley woke to Dudley Dursley wailing. She half groaned, half sighed as she got up to shut the boy up. As she walked down the hallway, she heard a sqwack coming from outside. She narrowed her eyes and walked in her Diddykin's room and found an owl sitting on a branch near the window. She narrowed her eyes further and her lips became a thin straight line. She then looked at Dudley and saw he was pointing to the owl as he had a slight tantrum. Petunia relaxed a bit before turning back to the window and opened it up to screech, "GO AWAY!"

The bird looked up with bored eyes and sat there as if to mock the screeching mad woman.

"Get out of here!" screamed Petunia as Dudley wailed even louder -if that where possible of course. All the owl did was hoot as if to say, 'No. You can't make me.'

Petunia grumbled as she went out of the room to get a broom, abondoning the still crying Dudley. She went downstairs and opened the cupboard door and got a broom. She was going to get that owl.

"Petunia!" came Vernon Dursley's voice from the kitchen. "Where is breakfast? I must leave for work."

"I'll make it in a minute," Petunia said annoyed as she went back upstairs to the crying Dudley and the-

Where was the snowy white owl?

"Petunia!" Vernon said again. Petunia gave up looking for the owl and went downstairs with an uncontrollable Dudley in arms.

After breakfast, and after Dudley finally stoped screaming, Vernon opened the door to leave. At the sight of her biggest fear, baby Harry sleeping in front of her house, Petunia screamed. Harry's emerald green eyes fluttered open and looked at Petunia with a mad look clearly saying, 'I was sleeping, thanks for caring.'

Petunia looked a Harry and said "Vernon... it's him!"

"Well clearly, Petunia, I'm not blind am I?" Vernon asked sounding offended. After a while of awkward silence he added, "Well good luck; I must be going." He left without another word and a gapping Petunia watching him.

Five minutes later, Petunia got ahold of herself and looked down to what she thought of as a devil child. I bet you're here just to annoy me, Petunia thought, wait. He's just a baby. "Whatever your planning, I don't like it," Petunia said as she picked up Harry. He cocked his head as if to say 'I no speak your language.'

Petunia sat Harry down on a table and picked up the note that was with Harry. She read it, and re-read it... and re-read it again. There was no way this was happening. No to her. She could handle Dudley -suprisingly- but a freak? She couldn't deal with this now; her Diddykins needed to be fed.