Title: Mountain Child
Author: Mothermindgames
Warning: Possible Slash, Child Abuse, and abandonment
Disclaimer: Harry Potter and everything in the book belongs to its brilliant author. If you saw it there and it isn't a folk legend then its hers
Summary: Another "what if the Dursley's ditched Harry" with my own little spin on it.
The night his parents were murdered the infant, Harry Potter, was deposited on the doorstep of his aunt's house- a number 4 Privet Drive, Surrey England. He was placed there by Albus Dumbledore who decided to leave him with his aunt after Professor Minerva McGonagall, who spent much more time observing the inhabitants of number 4 Privet Drive than Headmaster Dumbledore strongly advised against it, Thoroughly convinced that a she was exaggerating he left the one year old babe to be discovered by his relatives. Albus Dumbledore was, of course, wrong but very rarely even the wrong choice can have positive consequences. This happened to be one of those times.
"Vernon! Vernon!" Petunia Dursley cried out frantically. She had risen early to fetch the paper and fix her husband's breakfast just like very morning but, unlike every mourning, there was something decidedly un-normal lying beside the morning edition.
"Vernon!"
Vernon Dursley awoke quite unlike every morning to the shrill crys of his wife was quite grumpy when he arrived at the door.
"What are you shreking about?" Vernon said. Mrs. Dursley pointed. Vernon followed the finger. He blinked three times and commented.
"It's a baby." Petunia stared at her husband,
"Well what do we do with it?"
"Do?" Vernon blinked.
"Well we can't just leave it to clutter up the side walk, can we?"
"Oh?" Vernon replied. There was an awkward pause,
"We ought to give it back. Babies don't drop out of the sky, we'll just find whoever it belongs to and return it."
Vernon nodded sharply, "Look there's a note or some such, maybe there's an address."
When Vernon didn't crouch to pick up the note Petunia fell into an awkward squat pick up the note between her forefinger and thumb. She shook out the note until she could read it. "Dear Mr. and Mrs. Dursley" Petunia read "…Regret to inform you-" she skipped a bit "unfortunately circumstances… late miracle…necessary precautions- Vernon its my sisters brat and they mean for us to keep it."
"When I married you I forgave you for that freakish but I won't have it polluting Dudley, we can risk it-" Just then the youngest member of the Dursley family decided to speak; or rather wail, his decided opinion.
"Your right. I've got Dudders to look after I can't handle another child," Mrs. Dursley decide to forget the yesterdays dinner conversation which included enlarging the family.
"Well what else are we going to do with it?" Vernon half yelled over Dudley's crying.
"We'll have to get rid of it, and good. They can't ever know we got it." A fanatical light entered her eyes. "We'll just say we never found him. But we have to do a good job of it or they'll know. Don't you worry Vernon, I'll handle this." Having formed a plan she scooped up her nephew, Harry Potter, and roughly placed him on the floor of the cupboard under the stairs while she mentally refined her plan. Then she continued her day perfectly normal like always.
TBC
