Petunia Dursley was not a stupid woman. Despite what many persons thought, she was indeed a very intelligent woman. As a result, she knew when a good deal had made its way into her lap.
Jane Potter was also not a stupid woman. This was known for a majority of her life. Unlike her older brother, James, she displayed more brains than brawn. And she was propositioning Petunia Dursley with a very good deal.
It had all started when Jane had found out that the false name on the documents for her nephew, Harry Potter, was created by Albus Dumbledore. After much searching, she had found out instead of the fake magical family Harry was supposed to go to, Harry was sent to his muggle aunt and uncle. At 24 years of age, Jane was not the most experienced when it came to children. But as the last living magical blood relative to Harry, she saw it as her duty to raise him. He was only 4 years old, and thus Jane was deprived of the earliest years of Harry growing up, but she wanted to make it right.
"Boy! Come here!" Having grown up in an unloving environment, Harry was not a large boy. But when he came into the living room of the Dursley's, and in of front of Jane, the young woman swore he was barely 2. She grit her teeth, and knelt in front of Harry.
"Harry, do you remember me?" He shook his head no, not looking into her eyes. Aunt Petunia didn't like it when he looked people in the face. "Well Harry, I am your Aunt Jane. I was your father's sister. I have been looking for you for years now Harry. And I have come to ask you if you would like to come live with me."
Harry couldn't believe his ears. This lady was his aunt? She looked so pretty! Her sweater was a pale green, and looked so soft. Her skirt was ironed crisp, and yet flowed easily. Her shoes were simple flats, her hair was in a simple ponytail, not at all messy like his, but neat, soft and long. She had glasses, pretty silver ones, square ones! "Why you want me?"
She smiled at him, and then Harry noticed the pearls in her ears and at her neck. "Because we are family, and family must stick together." She held her arms open, and Harry wasted no time in hugging her. "Now Harry, I want you to go and get your things while I finish speaking to your Aunt Petunia." Harry nodded, and quickly made his way to his cupboard to gather all of his stuff.
He was tiny, skin and bones, bad eyesight, oversized clothing. Jane's gaze turned sharply to Petunia. "How DARE you." She stood up, a small black wand sliding into her hand, pointed at the thin horse-like woman. "He is your nephew! Why is he treated like dirt?!" Petunia stammered before Jane quickly shut her up. "I don't care. He will not be here again." Harry stumbled with a small bag, carrying all he had.
"Harry, is this everything?" He nodded. Jane smiled, and subtly slid her wand back into the holster beneath her sleeve of her sweater, and picked Harry up into her arms. She felt the bones in his back press against her arm. She bit back a growl, and walked out of the house towards the apparition point. Many of the people peeked out their windows, and saw a wealthy woman taking the 'troublemaker' of the neighbourhood. Tongues would spit the story out at an alarming rate, and the Dursley's would be shunned.
"Harry sweetie, I need you to hang on tight to me." Harry quickly wrapped his arms around her neck and hugged tightly. Jane held him close and spun on her heel, and with a quiet 'pop', Privet Drive was gone.