This is a collaboration between Elspeth25 and Lady Alianne. Elspeth25 had a dream where the Dursleys didn't want Harry and dumped him elsewhere. As she is busy with her Marauders and Lily reads series, her sister Lady Alianne is helping her with the fic.

Disclaimer for entire fic: We do not own the Harry Potter world. The fantastic author J.K. Rowling does.

Petunia Dursley opened the front door to put out the milk bottles and shrieked when she saw the bundle on the doorstep. "Vernon!" she shouted. "Someone left a baby!"

Vernon Dursley came rushing over. "What is a baby doing on our doorstep?"

Petunia shrugged and picked up the letter resting on top of the blanket. She opened and read it. Her lips thinned. "My dratted, freak sister and her good-for-nothing husband got themselves killed by another freak that was trying to take over," she snapped. "This brat is her son and the freak headmaster of my sister's school says we have to take him in."

"Excuse me?" sputtered Vernon. "We have to take in someone who'll be a freak too?"

"According to this letter, we do," responded Petunia, lips pursed. "The freak headmaster says that the evil freak was defeated when he tried to kill my sister's son. He believes that the freak might someday try to return to power and that the boy will be safe with us."

"We are not going to raise a freak!" snapped Vernon. "I don't want him living with us."

"Well, then what do we do with him?" asked Petunia, staring down at her nephew.

"Dump him somewhere," said Vernon. "We can find an orphanage and dump him there, or just leave him on someone's doorstep and let them deal with this."

"I suppose," said Petunia doubtfully. "All right, we can do that. When?"

"I'll drive someplace late tonight and dump the freak," said Vernon. "You'll just have to put with him for the duration of the day, Petunia. Okay?"

"Fine," said Petunia, kissing her husband on the cheek. She picked up the bundle that was Harry James Potter and brought him inside. The letter was burned and an hour and a half later, Vernon went to work. Petunia went about her daily duties. She spent most of her time on Dudley, but did take the time to feed Harry once and change him twice. To keep him occupied, she gave him a stuffed dog with a torn leg that Dudley no longer wanted.

In the evening, Harry fell asleep. Petunia bundled him up in the blankets he had shown up in. At eleven o'clock, Vernon drove away with the toddler. Around midnight, he arrived at a town not too far from London. Not knowing the location of an orphanage, he decided to leave Harry on the doorstep of a random home.

He stopped in a neighborhood where the houses were on the small side and walked up to a random house. He placed Harry on the doorstep and then drove away, not looking back.

In the morning, one Sylvia North opened the door to let the cat outside. She gasped and dropped the newspaper in her hand. Once she recovered from her shock, she bent down and picked up the baby. "Well now, what are you doing here on my doorstep?"

She brought him inside and took a good look at him. She gasped again when she saw the scar on his forehead. She was a Muggleborn witch and therefore recognized this baby as Harry James Potter, the boy-who-lived. How in Merlin's name had he ended up on her doorstep? From what she had heard, the boy was supposed to be with his relatives.

Sylvia sat down and sighed. What was she going to do? Perhaps Harry's relatives didn't want him and had decided to dump him on a random doorstep. Well, if that was the case, then the poor child needed a loving home. She could certainly give him one. She had a daughter of her own, Jadina, Jade for short, who could be his sister. Unfortunately, she couldn't give Harry a father. Her husband, also a Muggleborn, had died two months ago going after Death Eaters in his work as an Auror.

As a result, Sylvia had decided to have nothing more to do with the wizarding world, at least not until Jade turned eleven and received her Hogwarts letter. Sylvia planned to get a job in the Muggle world and send Jade to nursery school when she a little older.

A faint cry shook Sylvia out of her thoughts and she went to tend to Jade. Awhile later, Harry woke up and had to be tended to. He kept asking for his parents and someone he called "Unca Pafoo." The 'unca' was obviously baby talk for 'uncle', but Sylvia had no idea who 'Pafoo' was, or what name it was baby talk for.

Harry calmed down, however, when he was placed in the playpen with Jade. The two played with some blocks and a stuffed dragon, babbling in a mix of understandable words and baby talk. Sylvia smiled and then did some housework, planning what to do.

Finally she decided that she would adopt Harry, and use a little magic to speed up the process in the courts. Then she could do some magic to make it appear as if Harry was her son and Jade's twin. Jade's birthday was only a week earlier than Harry's, so it could work. Magic could make Harry's appearance similar to Jade's. Both children already had green eyes. Harry's hair would just have to be changed to dark brown to match Jade's, and his scar hidden. He would also take the last name of North, and he might even have to go by his middle name of James.

Sylvia believed that Voldemort hadn't really died, but had merely lost his powers and a corporeal body when Harry had defeated him. Voldemort wouldn't suspect that James North was Harry Potter this way. Dumbledore would be worried about the whereabouts of the 'boy-who-lived', but it would serve him right for leaving Harry with relatives who didn't want him. She was not going to enlighten Dumbledore at all.

The next day, Sylvia notified the authorities about the baby left on her doorstep and her wish to adopt him. A little magic helped speed the process along. A Confundus Charm ensured that the social worker and judge were agreeable to things.

Within two weeks, Sylvia was the adopted mother of Harry, who was now known as James Harry North, with the birthday of July 25th. The authorities had determined that the birthday was around that time, so the judge accepted it.

The next year, Jade and James were placed in a preschool and Sylvia went to work. As she didn't have any Muggle education beyond primary school, the only job she was able to secure was as a waitress in the local diner. She made enough to pay the bills with a little left over, though some of the things she bought for her children had to be second-hand. Life seemed happy.

A/N: From now on, Harry will be known as James. That is what everyone calls him, and he will grow up believing that it's his real name until his adopted mother tells him the truth when he's older.