Living with the Dursleys
A/N: I know, I know not the most creative title but I call it as I see it so there. This story is about Harry from the day he was left on the Dursley's doorstep to the day he gets his Hogwarts letter roughly from 1 ΒΌ years (many stories place him at around 15 months) to 11 years old. This is a cross-dressing Harry story and it tells it mostly from Petunia and Vernon's point of view, it is easier to show what they see than Harry's mentality concerning women's clothing mostly because I currently have no idea. This is my story though so I'll do as I please if you don't like it don't read it :P.
Disclaimer: The Harry Potter franchise and all characters belong to J. and her publishers so don't sue me 'kay.
Chapter 1: The night after
Professor McGonagall was waiting for him at the doorstep, he knew she was there to protest the boy's placement but it really was all for the best. If he grew up in the wizarding world he might end up not wanting to help or rather being to helpful.
Sure enough as soon as he stepped forward the first words out of her mouth were "Dumbledore - you can't. I've been watching them all day. You couldn't find two people who are less like us. And they've got this son - I saw him kicking his mother all the way up the street, screaming for sweets. Harry Potter come and live here!"
Sighing deeply " Yes Minerva, I do intend to leave him here regardless, living in this house will provide him with his mother' blood protection..." he rambled on about the nonexistent protection in order to calm Minerva and buy him time till Hagrid got there.
The loud gunning of an engine rent the air, "Ah there is Hagrid now." Turing away he strode over to take the bundle from Hagrid.
And you know the rest; Hagrid cries, Dumbledore twinkles and McGonagall protest but Harry is still left on the doorstep with only a blanket and a letter.
(Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone Chapter 1)
Petunia awoke quickly and suddenly, sitting up and looking around she wondered what had woken her.
It wasn't her husband he was snoring quietly, it wasn't Dylan either he was sound asleep. Looking at the time she noted that it was 3:27 in the morning way too early to be up.
She was just about to fall asleep again when she heard it. A quiet little sniffle to quiet to be nothing, getting out of bed she donned her dressing gown and slippers and padded down stairs.
The sniffles were getting mildly louder as she neared the dining room so she headed to the front door. Opening it she expected to find a kitten or even a breeze blowing some paper but certainly not a baby in a basket.
Picking up the baby she carried it inside basket and all. Setting it on the table she tugged down the blanket and got the shock of her life.
Staring back at her was a baby with Lily's eyes. Said baby sniffled loudly snapping Petunia out of her trance. Grabbing a napkin she wiped the child's nose in it before throwing it away.
Turning back to the baby, Harry, her tired mind supplied her nephew she took him out of the basket.
"Hello there little one, do you remember me?" she asked in a gentle voice.
Not really expecting a reply she was startled when he said "Pet, 'un Pet".
Smiling brightly at his cherubic face she said "Yes, Aunt Petunia." Looking back at the basket she grabbed the blanket he came in and left the basket and its letter on the table.
"Come on sweetheart, you can sleep with Dylan tonight. We'll deal with it in the morning" with that she took Harry upstairs.
Climbing into bed again, looking at the time she noticed it read 3:47am. 'Has it really only been 20 minutes?' She thought. Falling asleep again her last conscious thought was 'How am I going to tell Vernon?'
The next morning Petunia woke up quite easily. That's odd; she thought, normally Dylan's calling for food or a change by now.
She was about to go to sleep again when she bolted up right remembering that she had found a baby on her doorstep and that baby had been Lily's son. Who knew what had happened since then.
Sprinting out of the room she crossed down the hall to the nursery. Opening the door she peeked through the crack not wanting to wake them if it turned out her fears were unfounded. The scene she came upon was quite ordinary and she breathed a sigh of relief.
Both children were sleeping soundly next to each other though it seems that Dylan stolen both of the blankets during the night. Walking fully into the room she gently removed Harry's blanket from Dylan's grasp and wrapped Harry in it securely taking care not to wake her son she adjusted the blanket he still held so that he was completely covered.
Deciding to just let them sleep she walked out shutting the door gently. She was quite cold because in her haste she had forgotten her slippers and dressing gown. So she headed back to the room she shared with Vernon to dress for the day.
Moving down the stairs and glancing at the hall clock that read 7:36 she decided she would get a good breakfast ready for Vernon so that he would be in a good mood when she tried to explain the extra baby in the house.
A/N: Okay that's it for the first chapter, wow this writing thing is pretty hard. Hope you guys liked it, let me know if I should add or change anything.