Hi! This is my fanfiction for Harry Potter. I do not own the series, characters or the original plot; all those belong to J. K. Rowling

Now disclaimer aside, let me introduce you to my story.

This fanfiction is all about Harry and will never be his pov. Yep! You will find many characters points of view, but never Harry's own. So we will see the awesome Harry through other's eyes. Now Harry in this story is extremely handsome, polite, mischievous, intelligent, wise, smart, brave, charming, teasing, noble, cunning, strong….. huh! In short, he is perfect. So naturally, the reactions towards him are always on the high end, be it friendship, jealousy, hatred, love or lust. Fate really likes Harry! It just puts him in challenges very very often and likes to see him facing them and winning.

Now, this Harry has a very big heart and does not have a sexual preference. He will take any and all whom he comes to love. Sooooo, there will be straight as well as slash romance, like a Harem with people of both genders. Woohoooo! Harry will love them all and be loved in return.

Now any other questions? Ask away and I will answer them all. Please do review as many times as you can; they make me very happy.

If you don't like a harem or slash, please leave peacefully and read some other awesome stories on the site.

Chapter 1: The son of my heart

Petunia pov

'Oh! How did I end up with this fat guy? Oh right! My parents and their wish to get one point over Lily. I don't know how they fell for a fat, lazy, arrogant pig. I should have rebelled for my own sake too, just like I always did for Lily. At least Lily got married to the guy she loves. I hope she is doing well. I wish I could contact her, but first my parents, and now my husband… all are against it. Ugh! Why do gods hate me? What did I do to piss them off?'

Now, What does Petunia Evans nee Dursely does these days? Yeah! A first class graduation from a top university and all I do around the house is cook, clean and look after my Duddley. Waste of talent, I say.

'DING DONG'

Who could it be at this time in the morning?

The peephole revealed our milkman standing there looking bewildered. I opened the door and gasped when I saw a small boy covered in a cozy blanket, sleeping at my door.

"Oh my god!"

"I know mam, that's why I rung the bell. I saw this boy here as I came to your house. Who is this? Who put like this here? Is this a joke? Kids should not be left in the cold like this. I am in a good mind to report to the police about child abuse."

"I don't know sir. I have never seen this kid till now."

Just then the boy squirmed a bit and then opened his eyes. He sat up in the basket and looked around. He was a cute one! The milkman bent down on his knees in front of the kid.

"Hello! Who are you?"

The kid smiled, "Hi! Good morning! Is this my Aunty's house?"

Aunty? Aunty! Oh my god!

"Are you Lily's?"

The words stumbled out of my mouth before I could think anything. The kid abruptly turned towards me and gave a teary smile, "Aunty Petunia?"

I nodded.

"Lily's my mummy." He looked down, sniffing. "Voldy-man killed her."

My heart broke at the news. Lily is dead? Oh no!

I never even spoke to her after our marriage. I never even knew she has a kid. Oh Lily!

I took the boy in my arms and looked up at the milkman, "thank you" I whispered. He just smiled, nodded and left. I took the boy inside and sat him down on the couch. Duddley was playing quietly in his play pen and Vernon was already gone to his office.

"What's your name, dear?"

"I am Harold James Potter. Everyone calls me Harry. Old Dumbel wanted to put me up for adoption, but mommy said to go to you if anything happened to her. I have letters too." He held out two letters from his pocket.

"That can wait. Aren't you hungry? Do you need something before we sit down and talk?"

"I need to go potty. And can I have milk?"

I smiled at his polite and fluent speech.

Lily did well.

After he had finished his business and drank his milk, I sat down with him near Duddley.

"This is your cousin, Duderson Peter Dursely. We call his Duddley. Say hi Duddley!"

Duddley looked up shyly from his toys, looked to me for confirmation, and smiled and waved at Harry. Harry waved back and turned to me, handing me the two letters.

"This is from Old Dumbel. And this is from mummy."

I took the two letters and read them, Lily's first.

Hi Petunia,

How are you? How is your cute Duddley? Yes I know of him. I do keep track of you, you know, even though I could not contact you. You are my only family and I love you. And after all you have done for me till now, how could I have just left you alone?

If you are reading this letter, then I must have died saving my Harry. I had written other letters for other cases, which must have burnt away at my death. Yeah! Magic and all that. I wanted to be prepared for all circumstances, you know me. You see, the wizarding world is in a war right now, against a guy Voldemort and his followers. James and I are fighting against him too. We follow the old headmaster of our school, Albus Dumbledore, in the war. Hey I am a pretty good fighter, did you know?

Well, all of a sudden, last year, Dumbledore said that we and Longbottoms (our friends) had to go into hiding because of a prophecy. He refused to reveal the prophecy to us, just said that our kids were in danger. I don't know, I do not trust him at all. For all the three years that I have been fighting with him, I find him as a manipulative old coot who keeps too many secrets and is ready to sacrifice anyone but himself. Argh! James and I were thinking of quitting with him anyway. So we both decided to hide and keep away from everybody.

I don't know how we died. But we have taken necessary precautions. I cannot guess where Dumbledore would put Harry if we are not there. So, we have written your name first in our will; if you refuse, others in succession. But I know how you are with kids, so I hope you will take him in. Also a sum of money would be deposited into YOUR account every month to take care of the boys. Every year, Harry will receive a letter from us on his birthday. We wrote them for every year till he reaches age twenty. We want him to know us.

Please forgive me for not letting you know earlier, but yes, I warded your house. Initially it was so that no one can track you to harm you or hold you hostage against me. Till now, it was powered by me. Now it will be powered through Harry. Don't tell anyone about this. If someone else comes to you with Harry and says they will put up wards, let them. My wards will cancel them all out in 3 days, and then after that you will remain hidden to everyone whom you don't want to know the address. Do you remember the Fidelius Charm that I told you about? Yeah, I've cast a variation which allows your will to dictate who can see your house and the people in it. I've attached a separate note with details regarding the charms I have placed. Whether you accept Harry or not, the charms will remain for your safety.

Shine like you are meant to, Petunia. Take care of the kids and yourself. Raise them well and teach them humility, kindness, confidence and fun. That is all I ask of you. I love you and am sorry that I am leaving without spending any more time with you. Thank you for all that you have done for me.

Know that my spirit is always with you and watching over you.

Lily

Tears were streaming my eyes by the time I finished the letter. My little sister is no longer in this world. The thought alone was enough to break me. But as I looked away from the letter, my eyes caught the bright green eyes of Harry.

"Harry. I am so sorry that you have lost your mother. I know I cannot replace her, but will you stay with me from now onwards?"

Harry nodded.

"Yes! Thank you aunty. Mummy's been telling since we moved to the secret place that the stars were calling and anyone of us may leave any day; and that we have to enjoy everyday till we do. We have been doing all kinds of fun things since we were all alone. Mummy and Papa also said that if they leave me for the stars, they will still watch over me everyday all the time. I am sad that they left. But I can have you, can't I? Mummy told me you are a kind and good aunty. Not like old Dumbel. She told me to not trust him."

"Oh, and why is it so?"

Harry leaned towards me and whispered in his child-like voice, "Mummy said Old Dumbel has lot of power, but will not take care of me and put me in a bad house. She said that he knows how to fight, but not how to love. You know how to love, don't you aunty?"

Tears welled up in my eyes, "Of course I do Harry. Now go play with Duddley in his play pen and I will read the other letter, okay. Everything will be okay."

The sight of the two boys sitting side by side and playing was beautiful. I always wanted more kids, but Vernon is always against it. He said that having an heir was enough for him and he did not want more headaches. I don't still understand why I still put up with him.

After going through the list of wards that Lily wrote about, I turned to the next letter.

Dear Mrs. Petunia Evans nee Dursely,

I am sorry to inform you about the death of your sister Lily Potter. She and her husband died bravely while protecting their son, Harold James Potter. Harry for short. I have left Harry at your doorstep in the hope that you would take him under your care. I will come tomorrow night to discuss your acceptance.

Please note that living with you gives Harry ultimate protection because you are his blood relative. I have cast blood wards at your home. They will protect you too, from followers of the dark lord Voldemort, whom Harry defeated yesterday.

I will see you tomorrow.

Albus Dumbledore,

Chief warlock of Wizengamot,

Supreme Mugwump,

Headmaster of Hogwarts School of witchcraft and wizardry.

Some time later….

Vernon returned in a good mood today, which was wiped abruptly when he saw two kids playing in the hall.

"Petunia!" he shouted, "What's the meaning of this? I have told you, I do not want any other kids in the house ever, even for a short while. Look what a mess they made of my house."

I rushed into the hall, wiping my hands on the apron. I did not expect him to come home early.

"Vernon… please. It's not like that. He is family."

"What family? I don't know him. And Duddley!" he shouted, "Keep your hands away from chocolates, you fatso."

Vernon moved to slap Duddley, but Harry got in between them to protect him, so Vernon slapped him instead. He stumbled into Duddley and both of them fell on the floor.

"STOP IT VERNON. He is mine, my nephew." Vernon looked at me with steely eyes.

"Do you remember my sister, Lily?"

"The one you always talk about but who never showed her face. Yeah! Must be a bitch like you."

"Well… she died yesterday and she gave rights to her only kid to me."

"WHAT?" He stamped his hand on the table making the dishes rattle, "We have to raise another kid in the house? Here I am slaving to feed two of you and you load a third one on me. And not even my own kid too."

"His name is Harry and he is not a burden. He is family, for god's sake. Not that you know anything what a family is…."

SLAP, he hit me so hard that I tumbled down on the floor. The kids immediately rushed to my side.

"I don't care Petunia. I did not even want that Duddley and yet you dumped him on me. I will not take another stray into my house. How did he come here anyway? How could you take him into the house without my permission?"

"This is my house and I am taking him in because I love him like my own. He is my sister's son, my nephew, and I will care for him like my own. Goodness, you do not love me, I know that; do you at least love your son? You speak as if he is a load to bear, not your blood to cherish."

"Oh shut up. I am beyond all that nonsense. They look good in books. If you must know" he leaned towards me, "I only agreed to marry you for the dowry that your parents gave me. How else do you think I bought that flat in the city centre? I wish I could live there, but having both of you there will only restrict me more."

"You stupid cruel arrogant arse of a …"

"Argh!... Ouchh!"

He moved to hit me again, but unexpectedly his hand hit a blue film covering us. Surprised I looked down to find Harry staring hard with his little hand outstretched. He turned to me,

"Why is he hitting everybody?"

I smothered his hair and looked up at Vernon. That's enough. I won't put up with him anymore.

"Then leave, why don't you? You don't like us, you don't let me do a job because it may hurt your ego, and yet you treat me as if I am a burden. You don't talk with me or spend time with us, you belittle me for every little thing I do, you come home drunk more often than not and then shove us around, and god knows what else…. You got your dowry, na? Just divorce me and go on your way."

"Oh I do want that, trust me", He sneered cruelly, "I can do much better than you in my life. Do you think you are so special to me? Do you even presume that you can survive without me? Fine then, let's see how you cope without a hand feeding and clothing you every day. I put up with you till now only because I did not want two starving mouths on my conscience."

"I can do much better without you, you lazy pig. Get out! Go to your oh so classy life that you want without us. I will file for the divorce today if you want."

"Fine, file it. It will just make me happy. And don't come begging money from me later, because I will not pay you a single dime. Whenever I see you next, I will get to gloat to my friends how your stupidity cost you."

He marched into the house to collect his belongings. Within an hour, he left in his car, leaving behind the house and his family, never to see them again.

Two pairs of hands wrapped around my legs reminded me of my two beautiful boys. Shaking my out of my shock, I knelt down in front of my boys.

"Is he gone, foreve'?" Duddley asked. I nodded.

"Good", he snuggled into my embrace, "No mo'e shoutin' at Duddle', no mo'e."

"I'm sorry Aunty. Don't make me leave too, please. I will be a good boy." Came the voice from Harry. He was looking terrified at me, thinking I will send him away too. I pulled him into my embrace.

"No dear. I am not sending you anywhere. Not now, not ever. We will always be there for each other, won't we?"

He nodded in my arms. After crossing this major hurdle, I could now see my future with my two boys. It was very bright.

The next night….

The kids were sleeping peacefully in their room. I had talked with my lawyer today and he assured me that the divorce will proceed swiftly as neither party wants anything from the other. I now sat in the living room, waiting for this wizard to come.

At about 10 o'clock, the doorbell rang. Standing at the door was a person who looked like an evil minister in a fairy tale. Long white beard and hair left open to hang around him, eye glasses standing at the end of his nose, a smile on his lips yet a piercing stare in his eyes, and weirdest of all was his dress like robes which he were in a repugnant color of bright purple. I had seen Lily in her dress robes, they were at least decent.

"Good evening, I am Albus Dumbledore. I just wanted to discuss Harry living arrangements with you." He said in his grand-fatherly tone.

I nodded and let him into the house. I started leaving to the kitchen to bring some refreshments, but he urged me to sit down. Once we were comfortable in the living room, he waved his wand and a bottle of some beverage appeared in his hands.

"Ah! One can never match the comfort of a butterbeer in a good conversation. Would you like some dear?"

I declined and watched him pour himself a glass (conjured out of thin air) and drink it. Once finished, he vanished them and turned to me.

"I am sorry about your sister dear. She is well loved in our world and her loss is tragic."

I just nodded, he did not seem trustworthy to me. God knows how people followed him in a war.

"I will not beat around the bush. Your time is valuable. What did you decide, dear?"

"I will take him in of course."

"Ah! Did you discuss this with your husband? Have you gone through all the scenarios before you decided?"

"Yes, I have. What is this? You sound as if you would rather have me not adopting him."

"Nothing like that dear" Oh stop calling me dear so many times, "I just wanted you to make sure you will not regret anything later."

"Why would I regret a small child? Why? Is there any magical reason that I forgot to consider?" I challenged him. He remained calm and smiling, but his eyes twinkled and I swept my gaze away from him. I remembered Lily telling me about this mind reading ability of some people and how it requires eye contact.

"Hmm, not magical per se… Let's see them one by one. Are you prepared to house a kid, who is the target of many people and who might harm you to get to him?"

"That can happen anywhere, how would someone else prevent that?"

"They could cast wards around their house to protect intrusion. Wards are…"

"I know what wards are; Lily had explained them to me. You can cast them here too, can't you?"

"Of course I can." He seemed happier, maybe because I was letting him cast wards. "Okay, next, are you okay with raising a kid not your own."

"He is family, not a stranger. And we can raise two kids as well as we can raise one." I let it slide that Vernon and I are separating. If he does not know, its better he doesn't.

"Good. Harry Potter is, since yesterday, being hailed as the boy-who-lived for destroying the criminal on our side. Voldemort had caused enough destruction till now that his death is being rejoiced all over the world. I assure you, no one would be against taking him in, and they would feel privileged indeed. But the parents of the boy have written in their will that you would be given the first choice of acceptance. The point I wanted to state is, would you be okay with people visiting him every now and then, to talk and teach him"

"If he defeated someone, then his followers will be after him, won't they? I don't think anyone should know that he lives here. In fact, I want him as much separated from your world as possible. We should not fill his head with pride for something he does not even understand yet."

"Now see here dear…."

"No you listen to me. There is a reason why my sister preferred me over anyone else. She wanted Harry to grow safe from threats as well as fame. Won't we be targets too because of him?"

"Yes, you will be targets. His followers call themselves death eaters and are very cruel."

"So cast wards if you can so that no one with a negative intension could approach here. In fact, I don't want anyone who knows him here, not on your or anyone's behalf. Even better, swear an oath."

"Would you be able to able to look after him and support him?"

"Oh my god. We are not poor little fellows just because we can't do magic. You were the one who dumped a kid in a basket in the cold at our doorstep. Don't tell me how to look after a kid."

"That was for his safety. If someone had seen me coming here, then all the points of safety would be moot."

"And of course, you could not do it any other way. Yet you stroll in here the very next day like a king." My anger was steadily rising. "Don't try to divert my attention, you will fail. The oath, please."

"Very well, as you wish." He took out his wand, "I swear on my magic that I would not contact Harry Potter or his relatives directly or indirectly till he is 11 years old." I prompted him further. "I will also not let the address of his residence be disclosed to anyone. So mote it be."

For the second time in my life, I saw golden aura radiating from his wand and swirling around him. My thoughts took me back to the time when I saw Lily doing the same. Dumbledore got up to leave.

"I wish you all the best and please take care of him. Since I won't be able to help you in danger, I must advise you caution. I will leave as soon as I have cast the additional wards. Farewell."

When he was out of the door as well as the colony, only then I let a smile on my face. I got rid of Vernon and Dumbledore; and I have two kids to call my own. Happiness and pride were forefront amongst my emotions. I vowed to myself that I would love them with all my heart and teach them to be wise, caring and adventurous.

I did not know then that the adventurous part was already written many times in Harry's fate.