Disclaimer: I own lizzy and everything else you don't recognize. And it will stay that way ofcourse untill J.K. Rowlling signs the right to harry potter over to me, which she is scedualed to do on the seventeenth Sunday of never.

Please ofer some constructive critiszism, but no flames.

Hogwarts Year 1

Prolouge

It was close to midnight when Lizzy's car turned down Privet Drive, a well light suburban street with no activity, and housed that all looked the same. Cursing quietly Lizzy pulled over and parked the car in front of one of the non-descript houses with a little number 4 next to the front door. Digging through the glove box lizzy pulled out the fifteen dollar atlas she had bought at the international airport. Looking through the index she located the street Privet Drive and let loose a string of curses that would have had a sailor blushing. Not only was she in the wrong area, but she had no way of getting back on the beaten path because she'd spilt coffee on the map earlier bluing most of the actual map, leaving the index at the back as the only useful thing in the atlas. Getting out of the car Lizzy gave the rental's tire a great big kick to vent her frustrations, only to begin promptly hopping on her left leg as her right foot throbbed in retribution. Trying to muffle her pained mumbles lizzy suddenly froze as she heard a noise coming from the house she had parked in front of. Turning with an apology for waking the tenants on her lips she stopped realizing that no one was there.

Surprise quickly turned to concern when she noticed a big bundle on the front porch, a bundle that was currently crying. Not the quiet little hiccup sobs either, but the full out wailing that only a baby can do despite those tiny little lungs. (Anyone who has been around little babes knows what I'm talking about.)Hurrying up the sidewalk Lizzy reached the bottom of the steps just as the front door opened to reveal the largest man she had ever seen followed by a woman with an abnormally long neck.

"What do you think you're doing woman!" the man growled, "You think you can just leave your little brat on our doorstep? Well you've got another thing coming! Petunia call the police!"

"Well it's not mine!" Lizzy exclaimed incredulously, "he was here already when I got her; I just came over because I heard his crying. Oh! Look there's a letter; it's addressed to a Petunia Dursely."

"I'm Petunia Dursely." Cam the snooty response as 'Petunia' took the letter and ripped it open. Scanning the letter her eyes got progress ably larger until she let out a strangled cry.

"Vernon! It's him Lily's freak little son. It says in this letter her that she went off and got herself killed, and now we are supposed to take care of the little brat! There are even adoption papers, Vernon I won't allow it. I won't have that little freak and his unnaturalness around our Dudders!"

"Right you are Petunia dear; I'll take him to the orphanage right now with these here papers."

"What! How can you call a baby a freak?" Lizzy interrupted, "And how can you so callously brush off your sisters kid like that, I mean you're his family, his flesh and blood for god's sake! Besides an orphanage is no place for a baby, what the hell is wrong with you?"

"There is nothing wrong with us thank you," Petunia insisted raising her nose into the air, "and we are perfectly normal which is why this little brat can't stay with us."

"Well then I'll take him."

"Oh! Step aside we don't have time for this, our little Dudders could be woken up by this racket. Vernon will you please take him to the orphanage now."

"No, really I will. I'll even compensate you for your inconvenience if you go to the orphanage and sign him over to me and make me his legal guardian. Then you won't ever have to worry about him again because he'll be in America with me." She pleaded, desperate to keep the baby away from such conditions.

"How much have you got?"

"Well I only have a hundred and fifty ponds with me, but I do have an antique wooden chime clock in my back seat, its got to be worth a couple hundred."

"Fine lets get this taken care of, Petunia you stay here incase our Dudley wakes up and I'll get this taken care of."

A Few Hours Later

Lizzy sat in the third class part of the plane holding the cutest little green eyed baby she'd ever seen on her lap. Bouncing him on her knee she couldn't help but grin seeing him smiling and giggling in his brand new Tigger t-shirt. Reaching into the car seat she'd strapped in next to her she grabbed the little stuffed dear she'd bought him at the airport gift shop. Waiving the little toy in front of her she waited until he tried to grab it before letting go. Smoothing back his black hair she smiled and said,

"You're going to love living in America with me Harry. I bet you don't know how lucky you are, not only do you have me but you've got a brand new grandma and grandpa, and aunts and uncles too. And while I can't say things are going to always be easy, I can promise you that you will never feel unloved. Besides my mother is going to just spoil you rotten, she's wanted grandkids for a few years now. You better get ready for life with the Andersons! I have a feeling it's going to be a wild ride babe."