Harry Potter, World Traveler
A/N: I do not own any of J.K. Rowling's characters, I am only borrowing them. No copy write infringement is intended.
Prologue
It started as a typical Monday morning for Petunia Evans, she got out of bed at her usual time and headed to the door in her dressing gown to retrieve her newspaper. As she opened the door, she saw a basket sitting on her front step. She leaned down and pulled aside the blanket, and gasped in shock. Inside of the basket was a baby, she spotted an envelope sticking out of the blankets so she pulled it out then picked up the basket and went back inside. The child in the basket opened it's eyes as she sat the basket down on her sofa, and she looked down into her sister's emerald green eyes.
Petunia was in shock, her sister Lily and her husband had been killed by the evil wizard that they had been hiding from, but her nephew Harry had survived. She was the only family that the poor child had left. She picked up the telephone and called her professor to let her know that she would not be in class for the next few days, she then called her fiancee's contact number and left a message for him, telling him of the tragedy. She picked Harry up out of the basket and snuggled him close. "Oh Harry," she sobbed. She sat there holding her nephew and crying for close to an hour, then she sniffled and stood up. "Well nothing is going to get done with me sitting here blubbering. Are you hungry Harry dear?" she asked the small boy. He smiled at her, babbling a string of sounds that she had trouble understanding.
She headed into the kitchen and peeled a banana, breaking off small pieces for Harry to eat as she collected her keys, handbag and jacket to head off to the store for the things she would need for her new charge.
As she and Harry shopped, she considered what her fiancee would say about raising her nephew. He was a wonderful man, and they had planned to start a family of their own after she had graduated with her masters degree, they were just going to have to start earlier. She smiled while thinking about Reggie. They had met while she was earning her first degree from Oxford, and she had changed her major after they had been dating for a year. She had decided to go into archeology so that she and her future husband could travel the world together. She was almost finished her Masters degree, so they could begin their life of travel as soon as she was done, now they would have to make arrangements to travel with a small child.
Hours later when she had finished purchasing all of the things she needed for the new addition to the family, she hailed a taxi. "54 Eastcott Hill, Swindon," she told the driver. She looked down at Harry, "well Harry, we got the things we need, how about going home and having tea?" she asked. He giggled and clapped his hands at her. When she arrived home, her neighbor Tilda was sweeping the walk in front of their doors.
"Who is the little angel Petunia?" she asked. Petunia shifted Harry to her other arm and paid the driver. He removed her bags and sat them on the step. "My nephew Harry," she responded. "My sister and her husband were killed a couple of days ago and I'm all the family he has left," she dabbed at her eyes.
"You poor dears," she said. "Let's get you and the baby inside and I'll help you make tea for the two of you."
"Thank you, Tilda. I would appreciate that."
The two women took Harry and the bags into the house, and headed for the kitchen. Tilda quickly went to the cupboards to throw something quick together for her friend, just enough to hold her over until she could bring a hot meal over for them to eat. As Petunia and Tilda drank their tea, the ladies took turns holding Harry and feeding him. "When will Reggie be back?" Tilda asked.
Petunia smiled as she thought about Reggie, "I called his contact number, they told me that they would get the message to him in less than an hour, so I should be hearing from him tonight." she answered. Just then, the front door slammed, "Petunia? Are you here?" the man's voice asked.
"Reggie?" she answered. "How did you get here so quickly?"
He stepped into the kitchen. He was a tall, dark haired, handsome man with eyes the color of storm clouds. "Angela had plane reservations made for me and my bag packed before they even gave me the message. I'm so sorry my dear, you hadn't even gotten to see your sister in over six months." He told her, wrapping his arms around her from behind. "Now where is our nephew? I would like to get to know the first child we will get to raise together." Petunia smiled at him and handed Harry to him.
"Well hello there Harry," he said to the small boy. Harry grinned, his baby teeth showing with the grin.
"Pafoo" he returned.
Reggie laughed and tickled the little boy's stomach. "I'm your Uncle Reggie, you're going to live with me and your Aunt Petunia."
"Ah tuna?" the baby said. Reggie and Petunia laughed.
"You'll get it in time, little man." he said, hiking the toddler up. "Now, let's see what we have here to make for dinner." He walked around the kitchen, looking into cupboards and having a whispering conversation with Harry. Petunia and Tilda watching them with smiles on their faces.
"Petunia," Reggie stated. "Harry and I have decided that there is nothing suitable here to eat considering that we're welcoming a new member to the house. So we have decided to get takeout."