Professor Dumbledore laid the baby, wrapped in some blankets on the doorstep of No.4 Privet Drive before turning on his heal, and apparating away into the he left, it was raining so lightly that he barely noticed it, wrapped up in his thoughts of the wizarding worlds savior, The-Girl-Who-Lived.
Perhaps it was fate was playing her cards that night, for as the grey clouds grew heavier and started to weep, the letter the professor had tucked in with the sleeping child slowly shriveled in the rain until all that could be found was a few pieces of wet paper, and whatever had once been written there was no longer legible.
In the morning Mrs Dursley got up, took her curlers out, dressed, brushed her teeth and began to make breakfast before deciding to fetch the milk from the doorstep where the milkman left it once every Wedneday. She was hoping to surprise Vernon with a special meal since he had just been given a promotion.
She was tempted to just leave the milk outside for the moment seeing as it was November, and between the icy winds that could knock a man over and the almost unceasing rain and hail, Mrs Dursley was sure the milk might even be colder outside, but her neighbors were as gossipy as her, which is to say that if she did the littlest thing different in her routine then she could be sure Mrs Smith, the most gossipy women in all Little Whinging, would be peering out of her pink lacy curtains to coment on everything she did with all the other woman in town.
Seeing as the new heater Veron had bought with the raise in salary was blaring out waves of heat, Mrs Dursley could barely persuade herself to suffer the cold as she would take the milk-bottles inside.
She pitied the milk-man, in weather like this it must be hardly pleasant to be cycling along on his red bycyle with all those bottles of milk that had to be delivered.
She opened the front-door just a crack, just enough she could pick up the customary two glass bottles of milk and head inside. But to her shock and dismay, there was a pile of blankets lying on the doorstep as well as the milk! Upon further investigation Mrs Dursley realised the bundle of blankets held a baby.
She opened the door a little further, peering with hawk-like eyes towards the house opposite where Mrs Smith was no doubt watching every second, ready to fuel some juicy gossip. Squaring her shoulders, Mrs Dursley picked up the baby with its blankets and headed inside, closing the door firmly behind her.