This is just a little one-shot that might be followed by others about Harry and his life growing up with the Dursleys. If you have any that you might want to see, review and tell me your request. Depending on what it is, I might be happy to write it.


"Vernon!" Petunia shrieked when she went out onto the porch to grab the newspaper and instead found a baby. He found her a minute later shuddering against the doorframe. He was in a rush to get to work, and didn't have time to deal with anything trivial.

Vernon took a deep breath and began, "Petunia, what," only to stop short when he saw the baby and the letter clutched in Petunia's fist. Due to Petunia's shaking, he had been worried that something wasn't right. After reading the letter, he understood why his wife was shaking. It was anger and, weirdly enough, joy. He could not have foreseen that Petunia's sister and her blasted husband would die- that was a good thing. However, their son didn't get himself killed with his parents, so he was shipped off to them.

"How could he?" Petunia muttered darkly. "Why would he give him to us?" She was referring to how Albus Dumbledore had left Harry with them. "Of all the places." She knew, though, that she was Lily's last living relative, and judging by Dumbledore's letter, Harry's as well. That didn't mean, to her, that she held any responsibility towards the child.

Vernon frowned. "We'll just throw him in an orphanage. Gone and out of our lives just like that. You'll never have to think about them again," he proposed. While Petunia did like the idea, she knew that wouldn't work.

"We're dealing with- with wizards," she forced herself to say. "That won't work. We have no choice but to take him in." She was angry and upset. Her nephew had ruined everything. She had a perfect life with her husband and her perfect son, and the boy was intruding on it. "Stupid Potter," she spat. That would become the boy's nickname for years to come.


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