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Harry Potter – Soul Form
Chapter one
Prologue
In a rich neighbourhood near the Cornish cost of England, a silver BMW car pulled up outside a beautiful white cottage with a lovely if a little overgrown front garden.
The passenger side door of the car opened and a skinny, bony blonde haired woman stepped out carrying a small bundle of white blankets, which contained a sleeping baby boy. He had a messy mop of black hair that made the woman want to turn her nose up at the sight, and if he were awake and had his eyes open, you would see a striking emerald green. However, the most remarkable thing about this child of just fifteen months would be the lightning bolt scar on the right side of his forehead that had barely began healing.
The woman glared down at the child in distaste before looking back into the car, seeing a plump baby in the back seat fast asleep in his baby car seat; she gave him a loving slime. She then turned her attention to the driver: a huge beefy man with greying hair and a twitching thick moustache with beady eyes that glared at the baby in her arms before looking up at her.
"Just give me a minute," she said quickly. "Just let me ditch the freak and we'll be out of here and back to our normal, perfect happy life freak free," she declared with a smug look on her bony face.
He gave her a short nod of satisfaction.
"Good, I don't want some freak living under my roof," he thundered as quietly as possible, which wasn't very quiet but at least neither child woke. "And I don't want any of them near my family again if I can help it."
She nodded once more before turning to look at the cottage. She took a few steadying breaths to still her nerves since it has been so long since she has seen these people after the falling out a few years back. The fresh coastal air did wonders and she immediately made towards the cottage, opening the small white wooden gate she walked through and up the path.
Her nerves got worse the closer to the powder blue front door she got. She had even just contemplated leaving the child on the doorstep with the letter she had received. However, she would not be so foolish as to dump a child on a doorstep like those freaks did with her; it was just not polite, and anyone who did something like that had no common sense, especially at such a late hour as ten in the evening.
She finally reached the front door and came to a stop. It took her a few moments for her to gain the courage to actually ring the doorbell. She waited a few more moments when the hallway light came on and the door was pulled open.
"Petunia!" the old woman who opened the door declared in shock. She had long greying red hair and sapphire blue eyes wearing a flowered dress. "What are you doing here?" she asked as her eyes narrowed suspiciously. "I though you wanted nothing to do with us because we're proud of…" she trailed off in surprise as she noticed the small child. "What in heavens name are you doing with, Harry?" she demanded.
"Martha, dear, is everything all right?" asked a old man with grey hair with a few steaks of blonde and emerald green eyes wearing a blue suit. He reached the front door looking out he almost gasped. "Petunia, what are you doing here?" he asked in confusion.
Petunia just glared at them both before shoving the child roughly into Martha's arms where the older woman quickly took the child and held him protectively to her chest.
"He's all yours," she said with a hiss of disgust she pulled out the letter that was left with the boy and passed it to the man who took it looking confused and worried. "Those freaks thought I would take it in, but I won't have one of those things living under my roof," she hissed out angrily before turning and walking away back towards the car before stopping and turning back. "Oh, I almost forgot, Lily and her freak husband are dead," she smirked before turning her back on them and walking away.
Martha just stared after her daughter in shock and horror as she felt her blood run cold. It didn't take long for the screeching of tires to break her out of her shock, and she found her husband leading her gently into the lounge where he pulled her to sit on the sofa. He sat next to her as she stared down at little Harry's peaceful face and began to silently cry for her grandson and his mother and father as they would never see them again.
Harry would never know his mothers and fathers love, and would never get to live a childhood surrounded by wonderful magic's. She didn't know what they were going to do, but she knew she and her husband were going to make sure young Harry had the best they could offer, and knew all about his parents and the world he will someday return to and be part of.
"W-what does t-the letter say, K-Kevin?" she asked as she looked up at her husband with red puffy eyes. He looked fairly ok considering, but she could see moisture in his eyes and knew he was holding back right now, being all brave and noble for her sake.
Kevin took a shaky steadying breath and opened the envelope, pulling out a sheet of folded parchment he un-folded it and looked it over reading it to himself carefully. His expression became grimmer the more he read before looking at Harry with a sad expression.
"It says that Voldemort… he-he killed them," he said tiredly. "He tried to kill Harry too, but something happened and the curse backfired and killed him instead leaving only that scar. Harry's going to be famous apparently and that Dumbledore bloke that that it would be best for Harry to be raised away from all of that. It says he erected some kind of blood protections around Petunia's house to keep the remaining death eaters or anyone else from getting to him."
"That, Dumbledore!" hissed Martha in annoyance. "You know how Lily felt about that fool meddling with everybody's lives; I bet he knows fall well that that ungrateful little bitch Petunia would never have treated Harry right, which is why he never brought Harry straight to us."
"Probably," agreed Kevin in annoyance. "Expected little Harry to be brought up hated and downtrodden making it easy to swoop in as the heroic grandfather figure. I doubt he would have even found out we're actually alive if Petunia didn't bring him to us. So what do we do? We have to keep Harry away from these people. The wards Lily had those goblins put up around our house won't keep him safe for long. We were never worth that kind of effort, but Harry offed their master so they might rip our wards down."
"And we've got to keep Harry safe from Dumbledore too," she agreed sadly, her tears temporarily forgotten, as she has to protect her grandson first and grieve second. "We could sell up and leave the country?" she suggested. "I don't what our grandson going to Hogwarts; we can send him to a different magical school from whatever country we move too."
Her husband nodded deep in thought he could think of a few places they could possible go to, but all of them seemed too obvious as they have English as a first language, but he still thought a country outside of Europe would be the best place to hide. However, he felt he may actually have to make contact with their magical community to have Harry's family name magically reverted to theirs, as Evens would be best since Potter is now famous.
"I'm not sure where we should go," he finally spoke his thoughts. "But I don't think we should choose any English speaking country coz it will be too obvious."
"Of course," she agreed looking down at little Harry she stroked his check gently before getting a good look at his scar. "Does that letter say he's gotten any medical attention for his wound?"
Kevin frowned as he looked back over at the letter scanning it carefully before he slowly shook his head.
"No it doesn't. I think we should get him a visit with one of those medical witches or wizards as soon as we're out of the country. I also think we should leave as soon as possible just encase that old fool finds out and tries to take Harry back to that jealous daughter of ours," he sighed sadly with a shake of his head.
"Of course, dear," she agreed readily. "Oh, could you go and fish out Lily's old crib and set it up so I can put him down?" she asked him quietly.
"Of course sweet heart," he answered as he stood up; he leaned down and gave her a kiss on the forehead before leaving the room.
Martha looked at Harry sadly with a small amount of pity for his loss, the same pity she felt at her own loss. However, she made a silent vow to her grandson that he would live a happy life free of his fame, and free of worry. He will live a life where he knows who he is, and will choose his own path. He will make friends who will be friends with him for him and not the fame of his parents' murder, and she will do everything in her power to make sure he has a happy life, and live it for those he loves, and those who love him as a normal boy does.
To Be Continued…
A\N: I don't think I've ever read a fic where Lily's parents are alive and take care of Harry before.
