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Thank you to gauryadav80 for helping me with this story. We make excellent authors together.

I walked up the steps to the Dursley's front door remembering the meeting I had had with Professor McGonagall. She had told me to keep Harry safe at all costs. I had been especially appointed to this mission, and I was not about to screw it up.

"Good morning, Ms. Custos," Professor McGonagall greeted me as I stepped into her classroom. Why did she call me in? Did Fred and George Weasley do something and blame me again? Those first years were real pains. But you had to admit, if you weren't the being pranked, they were pretty funny.

"Good morning, Professor."

"I apologize, Ms. Custos, for calling you on the last day of your last term, but it is an extremely important matter I must discuss with you."

This was not good. I don't like Professor McGonagall's 'important matters'. One time it was that I didn't make the Quidditch team when Professor Snape wouldn't let me play, one time it was that I had to help Professor Sprout with the Mandrakes. That one particularly gives me shivers. The Mandrakes did not want to be rooted. There was only one time the important matter was good- when she told me I was acing my Muggle studies.

I'm guessing I showed my resentment on my face, because Professor McGonagall said, "Don't worry, Ms. Custos, I think you will like this one."

Well, I wasn't expecting that… I thought. Right after I thought this, Professor McGonagall said, "I know you weren't expecting this news to be good Ms. Custos. Most of my matters to you are either chores or overall bad news. But only because you are one of my most reliable and trustworthy students, despite being a Slytherin." That last sentence stung a little. I mean, if someone, especially a Professor, insults your house, it hurts. It really does. But I guess she was also complimenting me, so I went with it.

"Thank you, Professor, but what's the matter at hand?" I asked. After I asked this, I detected a worrisome expression in her usually stern face. That worried me. Professor McGonagall was not the worrisome type.

"Ms. Custos, you have most likely heard about Harry Potter."

I felt goosebumps rising on my arms and neck. Who hadn't heard about The Boy Who Lived? But why was Professor McGonagall talking about him?

"Yes, Professor, tons of times."

"Good, because this matter involves him."

I felt my heart beating faster and faster by the second. Something related to Harry Potter. My friends would love to hear about this.

"Of course you can tell no one about this. This is very secretive. Even Professor Dumbledore doesn't know about this." I now had a feeling that Professor McGonagall was a Legilimens. She also shot down my bragging right, so that was a little disappointing.

"Ms. Custos, I need you to be Potter's guardian." I felt like fainting. Guardian?! This was too much for me to take. I had never thought Professor McGonagall would trust me to do this.

"It is your duty to make sure Potter is not in harm's way. But you must not tell him this. You must stay undetected. You must not fail. You must keep him safe at all costs"

And now I was here. In front of Harry's door, jumping out of my skin, nervous to knock, anxious to meet him.

An extremely thin and tall woman answered the door. "You must be Angel. Come in." She said through pursed lips. She stood aside and I pulled out my wand.

"Now Mrs. Dursley, I am really sorry about this, but I really must do this. Imperio." I said, and a wisp of green and blue smoke came out of my wand, and Mrs. Dursley took a deep breath and a blank look crossed her face. "You are going to act normal, but if I suggest something, you are going to do that thing. Like right now, I'm suggesting you sign this contract, saying that you will hire me, and my pay will be food and room. You will also convince your husband that I am the perfect fit. Do you understand?" She nodded curtly as I handed her the long paper and a quill. She signed it with a flush and then looked back at me.

"All of those rules will be in place until further notice. Thank you." I snapped my fingers and she was back to her normal, curt self.

Mr. Dursley yelled from the living room, "Petunia! We're waiting!" She ushered me into the living room where I saw an extremely fat boy, about nine years old, sitting on the couch. I was very confused. How could this be the famous Harry Potter?

"Angel, this is our boy, Dudley." She leaned in and gave him a kiss on his very fat, extremely pink cheek. Then she righted herself and had a very stern look on her face. "But we do have another boy. He isn't ours of course, he is the son of my late sister and her husband. He is a very troubled lad, and I hope you won't have much trouble with him." She went over to the hallway and knocked feverishly on the door of the hallway. "Boy! Come here!" She yanked the door open.

Out came a boy, about nine as well. His black hair was very untidy and he was very skinny, and looked weak. It seemed as if he was being starved and was wearing clothes much too big for him. He wore glasses that were taped together at the bridge and he had brilliantly green eyes. I looked at his forehead- and there was the scar. The legendary scar that made Harry Potter so mysterious, so interesting and so extraordinary. How and why were these Muggles treating this legendary boy as if he was a dung beetle?

I glanced back at the big, pink, blob of flesh that they worshipped more than The Boy Who Lived, and smiled at him as fakely as I could and said, "Your son is lovely." Mrs. Dursley seemed pleased by this and said, "Yes, he is, isn't he? He is so wonderful, my Ickle Diddykins!" I held back a laugh and let Mrs. Dursley babble on as I looked back at Harry and winked at him. He smiled at me, his beautiful eyes twinkling, and honestly, I don't know if I have seen anything more warming.

I GOT THE CURSED CHILD! I can't wait to start reading. My feels are in overload. I absolutely love Harry Potter and am so happy that he's back. Thank you, Queen JK. We love you. Thanks for reading and hope you enjoyed.