AN ANGEL IS MY HERO

by reading.club

A story of what Harry's life could have been if Petunia had made the choice of not taking him in. Controversial topics are mentioned though not in great detail. Rated M for a reason

1. Chapter 1

AN ANGEL IS MY HERO

YOUR CHOICES ARE WHAT MAKES YOU WHO YOU ARE– CHAPTER 1

PETUNIA

The baby had a scar on his forehead. It wasn't just the son of her abnormal sister, but he was sure to be just as abnormal as her. This was the thought that was driving her mad ever since she had seen the baby on her doorstep. The first thing she had wanted to do was to close that door and hope he didn't survive the night. She couldn't be held responsible for that, how could she have known the baby was left there in a cold night? But stupid Mrs. Hellfire had decided to look out her window. She couldn't risk Mrs. Hellfire talking to the neighbors if she had seen the baby there. Granted it was a very dark night, very late, and she was a very old woman. How she was still alive it is a mistery to Petunia. Maybe she was abnormal as well. Could it be? Could Mrs. Hellfire be a freak? A freak so near her house?

Now she didn't just have a freak near her house, now she had one inside her house. Probably living with her. What would her husband say? She had never even told him she had a sister. To him, she was an only child.

Petunia had been invited to her sister wedding, but she had never even entertain the idea of inviting her or her monster of a husband to hers. She had received a picture that moved (as if that hadn't been the first clue not to send it) when the mini monster had been born, but Petunia had never told Lily about her even being pregnant at all. Her son was so much better than the monster. Her son was normal, and beautiful. The most beautiful baby anyone had and will ever see. She was sure he was going to break hearts when he was older. He was going to be a mamas boy, of that she was sure.

The monster was skinny, and had a horrible scar. Maybe she could cover it with makeup, or a hat. What was she thinking? She couldn't keep the monster! She had Dudley to think about. She couldn't risk her baby to the monster. Doesn't matter what Mrs. Hellfire thought or saw. That monster was not going to live inside her house!

Petunia picked up little Harry, careful of touching him as little as possible in case the abnormal thing was contagious. She couldn't risk it. He put the baby in the doorstep where he find him and closed the door behind her.

It was late which meant her little Dudley was fast asleep, he would be 2 very soon. How fast the time flies when you are as happy as she was. She wished her baby would stay a baby forever, but at the same time she so wanted to see him grow up.

Even though she was very tired, she was waiting on her husband. He was working late today, and as the perfect wife she was, she was going to wait for him and serve him dinner before going to sleep.

How should she keep herself busy? Cleaning of course!

Her friends joked about her obsession of always making sure everything in the house was spotless. They called her Cinderella, Cindy for short. She liked that name way better than Petunia, so she encouraged them.

The kitchen could never be perfectly clean, so she decided to start there even though she had already cleaned that day. Twice.

That was where her husband found her an hour later.

VERNON

It was the third time this week he had told his wife he was working late. He was starting to feel guilty about it. He knew he shouldn't lie to her, but he also knew she wouldn't want to know the truth.

Petunia was the perfect wife, and Dudley was the perfect son. They all made the perfect family, which was all he have ever wanted for his life. At least that was what he had thought until he had it. It was a very boring life. Nothing out of the ordinary or exciting ever happened. Even sex with his wife was predictable and a chore. For three months now, he had been staying late at the office at least once a week. And stress was leaving him so tired that he couldn't even think about sex. Secretly he thought Petunia liked the idea of not having to sleep with him as much as he did.

He couldn't divorce her, he knew that, what would people think if he did? Which meant he had no other choice but to find excitement elsewhere. He drove a couple of hours after work to a nearby town and let out his frustration there. The first two months with every girl he could find. But he had decided it was better to just have one, less of a problem. The girl was younger than him, she was only 20 years old. Red slightly wavy hair, up to her shoulders. Tiny waist, short. Perky breast and no ass. She was perfect for what he wanted. The girl, Charlie, had become a constant for him for 2 weeks now. This week, 3 times. She wasn't cheap, but she was worth it. She was the only reason Vernon could walk back into his house every night to his wife.

He was walking toward the door when he thought he saw a baby laying on his doorstep. He must be more tired than he thought of course. Why would a baby be there?

But there was one, a tiny skinny, black haired one. And he had been in an accident, a recent one. The baby had a scar on his forehead that was still red. If the baby hadn't been on his doorstep it wouldn't have been his problem. Whoever thought about leaving it here better be death for dropping this problem to his life. He wanted something exciting to happen in his life, not something that would ruin the perfect façade he had of a life. The exciting thing shouldn't happen in this town!

Not having a choice he picked the baby and walked inside.

He wished Petunia had been already asleep, which was the reason he came so late in the first place, but of course she wouldn't be. The perfect wife always waited on the husband. Although the baby served as a perfect excuse not to sleep with her this night. Maybe this baby wouldn't be so bad after all.

He walked towards the kitchen, where he knew his wife would be, with the baby on his arms. The reaction was not what he had expected.

As soon as he walked into the kitchen, his wife screeched.

The surprise nearly made him drop the baby, thankfully he didn't. A walk into the hospital, at midnight, with a baby with a cracked skull wasn't what he wanted to do.

-Are you trying to make me deaf woman?- Vernon asked his wife irritated, trying to calm the now crying baby in his arms.

Which made him ponder on the fact that the baby hadn't been crying before that, even though the night was a very cold one and he had no idea how long the baby had been alone outside.

He could see his wife getting mad, scared and annoyed, but not saying a word. Just staring at the baby, with hatred maybe? She must just be tired. Maybe she thinks the baby is his? He wouldn't be that stupid.

-Calm down woman, we need to call the police. Here take the baby- As soon as Vernon tried to hand the baby over, his wife recoiled. Maybe it was hatred what he saw on her eyes.

-Petunia, darling, it is just a baby. I promise it wont hurt you-

If looks could kill Vernon would be death three times already. Now what was wrong with his wife?

-Petunia! Snap out of it!- Vernon tried to hand over the baby again, but his wife recoiled once more. She was running out of room, she would soon reach the wall and wouldn't be able to get away from the apparently demon he was holding in his arm. She must be going crazy, which wouldn't be too bad. He could drop her off in an asylum and tell everyone about the tragic story of how his wife went crazy. He would take Dudley to live with his grandmother of course, so he could grow up to be just like his dad and Vernon would be free to do whatever he wanted. That would mean no perfect life though, he needed his perfect life. He couldn't believe he needed Petunia to be sane. Now he hoper she wasn't going crazy, which depressed him.

The baby was still crying and it was starting to give him a headache.

-Fine, you call the police- Vernon told his wife annoyed and walked to the living room still the baby on his arms.

PETUNIA

How couldn't she have thought about the fact that Vernon would see the monster when he got home? How could she be so stupid? What was she going to do now? How was she going to explain it?

She was sure of one thing. That thing wasn't going to live in the same house as her baby! Maybe she should call the police and fake ignorance. She could certainly say she had no idea who that thing was. But what if they did their sciency things and discover they were related. That made her want to vomit. She hated the fact that they were somehow related.

She secretly hoped that Lily had been adopted, she was sure to ask her mother next time they took Dudley for a visit.

But first, the problem at hand. Call the police or not? Tell Vernon everything or fake ignorance?

It was a no brainer. She would risk being outed by the police. She could always say that she had no idea the monster was his nephew after all, he was not in good terms with her sister. Now late sister apparently. Should she tell her mother that? Is not as if Lily had been in touch with her for some time now, she had disappeared for more than a year. Except for the moving picture a little over a year ago, Petunia had actually thought Lily had died. At least now she was really dead.

Feeling that this was her best chance, Petunia grabbed the phone.

The letter had stated that she needed to keep it in order to be protected from some powerful freak. But the monster was the reason why she and her family needed the protection in the first place. No little monster meant no big monster.

-With the police department?- Petunia asked the operator –A baby was left at my doorstep a couple of.. minutes ago we think- She was about to say hours but corrected herself just in time.

After the police assured her a car would be arriving at her place shortly, she walked towards the living room where she could still hear the little monster wailing. He better not wake her Dudley with all that racket!

-The police should be here In a couple of minutes- Petunia stated trying not to look at the monster but failing miserably. She couldn't keep making faces at it, the idea of him just made her sick to her stomach. She wanted it out of her house!

-Make him stop, he will wake up Dudley- Petunia snapped.

She could see Vernon was very confused at how she was acting, but she didn't much care at the moment.

-If I could make him stop don't you think I would have done so already?- Vernon snapped back.

She could see him trying to cradle him, or bounce him a little on his arms, trying to no avail to shut the monster up.

The police could get here faster than they said they would.

A couple of minutes later of Vernon still trying to calm it down and her just glaring at the thing passed until a knocking was heard at the door.

Petunia let out a breath she didn't knew she was holding and practically sprinted towards it.

As soon as she opened the door she felt as if Christmas had come early this year, A couple of man in uniform where waiting for her to invite them in. Where were her manners?

-Please come in- She moved a little to the left so they could walk in, and closed the door behind them.

-Would you like a cup of tea?- She offered, hoping they would decline her.

-Thank you madam but we should really get going- The policeman on the right said.

-Of course, please follow me- She led them to where she had left Vernon a couple of minutes ago.

–My husband came in with a baby on his arms and told me to call the police, I can only imagine what that poor thing must have suffered on this cold night- She tried to sound as concern as she could master.

She wasn't doing a good job she was sure of it, but the police shouldn't even think about the possibility of her lying. She just didn't have a reason to lie; she had no idea who that monster was after all.

The scene was just how she had left it. Vernon was still bouncing the monster, and the monster was still wailing.

VERNON

He felt relief when he saw his wife walking into the living room with a couple of uniformed man.

-This baby was abandoned on our doorstep- He stated while walking over to the policemen and handing to the one with the big mustache the baby.

Now the baby was the government's problem. First time Vernon was actually glad the government existed.

-Could you please give us a statement of what happened Mr...- The one with no baby asked, getting a notepad and a pen out.

-Mr Dursley, Vernon Dursley- Vernon sat down and invited the men to sit down with him. -Petunia bring this gentlemen a cup of tea-

Petunia's annoyance was palpable, but he still had no idea why she was so out of character this night.

-I had to stay late at the office tonight, and when I was about to walk into my house I noticed a baby in my doorstep. I picked it up and asked my wife to call the police- Short and to the point. It was like he knew anything more than that anyway.

-Was there a note or anything else left with the baby?- the one with the notepad asked. – No-

-Then I think this is all we need-

The policemen started getting up just when Petunia was coming back with two cups of tea.

-We are sorry madam, but we do ought to go- The one with the baby apologized.

-Don't worry about it, I am sure you are needed somewhere- Petunia answered with a smile.

A genuine smile.

Vernon really hoped Petunia wasn't going crazy.

WILLIAM

William Abel was now 30 years old and living his dream. You could argue that he didn't dream big since he was a patrol cop, but it was exactly were he wanted to be. He was sure this was the way he could help the most.

When he was 6 years old he had gone to live with his grandmother. His mother had died on childbirth and his father had been killed in a work related accident. He still remembered his father. Whenever they had gone to the park, his father would always buy food for anyone he saw there that look as if they were hungry. Whenever they walked to school his father would say hello to everyone he saw on the way. He was the one that would help an old lady cross the street, climb a tree to help a cat get down, buy an ice cream to a child that had drop theirs. They weren't rich or anything, but they had always had enough. William still missed his father, but he loved his grandmother and could not imagine not being raised by the woman that had raised his hero.

He had always known he wanted to do something where he could help everyone. Fireman had been an option, as had doctor, but policeman had been what he had liked the most. When he told his grandmother this when he was fifteen she had been very supportive and had even talked Mr. Jerkins, the captain at the time, to let him help on the weekends and on summers. At eighteen he had started the road to becoming a policemen by being accepted to the academy.

Ever since he had been able to help countless of people, but at the same time he hadn't been able to help what he thought were too many people.

This time he was going to help.

He had a baby on his arms right now. He couldn't even think of anyone abandoning someone that looked as helpless as this baby did. As soon as he had left 4 Privet Drive, the baby had stopped crying. Mrs Dursley he thought was a very strange woman, and Mr Dursley had seem nice enough.

His partner and best friend, Joshua Alec, and him were going to take the baby to the hospital first, to make sure he hadn't been neglected; other than the fact that he had been abandoned in the middle of the freezing night.

After 45 minutes of waiting in the reception area, Dr Francine came back with the baby.

-Except for the scar on his forehead there is nothing wrong with him- Dr Francine said with a smile.

William and Joshua smiled relieved and took the baby back.

Now they had to take this baby to child services. They knew someone there who they were sure would take good care of him and place him in the best place she could fine. She was a beautiful blonde girl that was currently Joshua's crush. Not that he would ever do anything about it. He was too shy to talk to her of anything not related to the job. William made a mental note of trying to help out his friend.

They had called ahead to make sure Lidya, Joshua's crush, was working this night. She was. 20 minutes later they were waiting for her in the lobby of a very tall and busy, even though it was now 4am, government building.

LIDYA

Lidya Aiken had been packed with work for the last couple of weeks. She was currently trying to place 15 kids from the ages of 3 to 16 years old, 8 boys and 7 girls. But when William and Joshua had called she hadn't been able to say no.

She was still hoping William would ask her out someday, or maybe she would get some courage and ask him out herself. What was she thinking? Of course she wouldn't ask him out. She had to wait for him to do so, that was the proper thing to do. She was a lady after all. Lidya just hoped he would ask soon.

She was too nervous to see him that night, she hadn't slept for days and it showed. The coffee wasn't helping anymore. She had gone to the bathroom to clean herself up as much as she could as soon as they had called. She hoped she looked presentable enough.

When Rosie had found her to tell her there were a couple of policemen waiting for her, she flattened her pencil skirt and saw herself once more in the mirror. Thinking there was nothing else she could do, she walked out and went to meet them.

William might have been the main reason she had said yes to helping this baby. But as soon as she saw the baby, she knew that little bundle of joy was going to be all the reason she needed to make sure he was placed in the best possible place she could find.

She fell in love as soon as she saw him and held him in her arms. The way he sleepily had opened his eyes just enough for her to see that brilliant green color. The way he had cuddled to her chest and fallen asleep as peacefully as only a baby could.

-What is his name?- She asked, not taking her eyes of him for a second and trying not to wake him up.

-No idea. He was abandoned outside a house- William answered -We already took him to Dr. Francine, he seems to be in perfect health-

Dr Francine was the to go doctor of everyone in the child services business, he always had the time for them and he was great with children.

-What about that scar?- she asked while moving the part of the baby's hair that was covering the lightning bolt shaped scar on his forehead.

-He already had it when he was found. It looks to be recent- William answered once more.

Who could even think about abandoning a baby? Who could even think about hurting a baby? Especially one as beautiful as the one she was currently holding.

This was the reason she did what she did. She had to help those that deserve help the most. The ones that aren't able to help themselves. She had a voice; she was going to be their voice and strength. She was going to help every child she could, even if that meant not having a full night sleep ever again.

She had the perfect place in mind. An orphanage located in Berkshire. It was small, they didn't take older kids nor did they take more than 10 kids at the time. They were strict, but they were caring. Now she had to make sure this little baby was accepted into their walls.

Lidya did something that was strongly discouraged in her line of work. She took the baby with her and started calling him Ben. After the night, or morning, Ben had come into her life, she had called Berkshire's orphanage relentlessly and beg them to take Ben in. They kept saying they were at full capacity and just couldn't take him in.

Since this was her day off, she had decided to drive there and try one more time. Face to face and with Ben with her, she was sure she was going to have a positive response.

EMMA

At 60 years old, Emma Lovegood often felt tired, yet she loved her work. Shaping kids into becoming adults everyone could be proud of was her calling. She loved it even more when she had to see a couple of young or even old married couple taking one of her kids and them shaping the child into an adult they could be proud of. Every single kid deserved a family, but unfortunately not all of them would have one. She was determined to be the family of the ones that stayed.

She had 10 kids at this time under her care, 4 girls and 6 boys. Julianne, Natalie, Gabrielle and Holly, 10, 9, 4 and 2 years old respectively. Craig, Dorian, David, Drew and Kurt, 15, 12, 7, 4, 3 and 2 respectively. Craig and Natalie were siblings and their parents had left them in the doorsteps of the orphanage when Natalie had been days old. Julianne, David and Drew had been taken there by the police a couple of years ago, they had all lost their parents in different car accidents in a period of one year. Gabrielle and Holly had literally knocked on her door looking for food a couple of months earlier, Dorian had been in an abusive home until a year ago and Kurt had been born there to a 12 year old who had been raped by her father, the girl had died in childbirth.

Emma had a son, Xenophilius, whom she rarely saw. Every time people asked about him, she just smiled and said he lived in a different world than she did. Even though people thought she was being dismissive, she was actually being quite honest.

There was this world she had once been a part of but decided to leave behind. She loved the muggle world, and she thought this was where she was mostly needed.

She hadn't been to the other world in more than 30 years, she hadn't seen her son since he had graduated from school. She knew she had a granddaughter, Luna, but she had never met her. That was the only thing she regretted from her decision of not wanting anything to do with that world.

It wasn't that she hated that world, she had loved every second she had been there. She felt that she had to choose one or the other. She couldn't be a part of both, otherwise she would never be of full help to either.

She was always on the lookout of a wizard boy or girl between her children. In 30 years there hadn't been one.

With time she had become less observant.

The baby Lidya was holding was a very helpless little thing. He needed her and she knew it. It would be very unjust of her to take this baby in when there were a lot of other kids that needed her help and she kept declining such help.

She had help, two lovely young girls, Lidya's age.

-I am sorry darling, I just don't have the space nor help needed to take more children-

-I am willing to help- Lidya blurted. Emma could see that those words had surprised even her when she said them.

-Don't you live in London?- Emma asked, hoping to get Lidya to take back her words.

-I can move- the blonde young girl felt determined.

-You would move?-

-If I come work here, how many more kids could you be willing to take?-

-I can have 5 kids per adult, me not included-

-How many beds do you have-

-I have the capacity to have 'til 25 kids-

-I have the perfect 15 kids to fill those empty beds- Lidya smiled.

Emma had apparently given her the answer she was looking for. The old lady would have loved nothing more than to have a full house, but she just didn't have the help needed.

-I know the perfect two people for the job-

-If you and your two friends are approved by the proper authorities, I will welcome you and you fifteen children- Emma giggled.