A/N Hello all for those who follow me Yes I started something new but I haven't stop my other fic's even if one I have writers block one. For those who are thank you for looking at my story. This is my first Harry potter and I have had this plot running thought my head for some time.

Prologue

It was a cold night at the end of October and the start of November a lone child a little over a year old slept in a basket covered in a blue blanket with a note telling that his mother and father were dead. Kill by a dark lord that call himself Lord Voldemort. The child had a light bolt shaped scar that was still raw looking on his forehead and wild curly black hair, and if he was a wake he would have deep green eyes. The little boy was named Harry Potter and he was left on his aunt door step by a man who could only see the greater good for the hold and not for the person.

As the young Harry slept a lone figure walk up the street. He made his to the house were little wizard slept not know what his life would be like when he came to. As the figure came closer to the house if anyone was looking they could tell that the figure was male and dressed in robes like a wizard in an old story about magic. The man had long red hair, a long beard and the same deep green eyes as the little boy. The male stop in front of the young Harry Potter. With a look of saddens he ran his hand over the power head. "I am sorry sweet one that I could not be here sooner. It seems that my plan work but I did get here in time to save Lily."

He picks out the sleeping child. "I will make sure at history does not repeat. Your aunt will take true care of you this time she will know that I know of you and you will see me. After this I will work on saving your godfather. The poor boy."

The man took the note from the basket putting it in his robe. Them he knocks on the door of Harry's aunt. The light turns on as the robes become a suit. A few minute later the door opens to show a large man with blonde hair. "Who are you?"

The old man gave the big man a said look and said. "I need to speak Petunia."

"Will I am not getting my wife for some hippie. Now who are you?" The big man face started to change to red.

The older man gave a sigh. "My dear sir I am her father. Now I wish to speak to her."

"And why would you come in the middle not the night with a baby?" The big man was getting more worked up.

Petunia's father looked down at hair pain showing in his eyes. "We have a lost in the family and I wish to tell her before someone else did and not give her the truth of what has happen."

The fire seems to leave the big man as fast as it came. He knows there was something wrong with today. "I'll go get her."

The big man moved to the side. "Come in."

The big man walks upstairs to his bed room he shared with his wife. He opens the door to see Petunia setting up in bed waiting for Her husband. "What going on Vernon? Who was at the door?"

Vernon look at his wife. "Will Pet there a man that said he you father waiting for you in the living room. He has something to tell you."

A shocked look came over her face. "Are you sure? What did he look like?"

"He Has long red hair, a long beard and deep green eyes. To me he looks like a hippie." His face going a soft shade for red for the small bit of anger he felt at have a person like that is his normal home.

Petunia take a deep breath as she got up pulling on her night robe as she heading for the door. "That sound like dad. He always has had the long hair and beard."

She looks back at her husband before walk out of the room. "Vernon my dad may not look it but he is a powerful man and not a hippie."

"I sorry Pet but he looks it and I have never meet the man."

She looks down at her feet. "I know. He went missing after someone try to hurt my mom, my sister, and myself. If he has come back, then something big is going on and what was keeping him a way has been removed."

She turns and walks out the door. She never told Vernon about her dad and with her dad she never told him a magic he would fear it. She knows this so she kept it from him and that his sister had it and so did her father and that she had the gift once but it was taking from her and that why hadn't talk to her sister in year. She wanted magic it was in her blood and losing it and then see her lovely little sister and that boy showing off there's hurt. It started to hurt so bad she started to hate her sister and with her father gone because of her. She stops herself from thanking of that day as she stepped in to the living room where her father sat with a little black hair baby with the same green eyes as her dad and her sister. She knows who the baby was with one look it was Harry her nephew. "OH NO. IT GOT HER DIDN'T IT?!"

She ran to her father and they little boy. "Yes."

Petunia meet her father eyes. "I am so sorry. It in me father I can't stop myself from hating." She started to cry.

Petunia's father put his arm around her. "I know my little flower. I am here to remove it for you. What you have lost will slowly come back as will." He smiles at the joy the felled her eyes.

She put her face in his neck. She could hair her husband come down the stairs with her son and know that she might have to give him up. He would fear what she would become he want normal and she would not be. She pulls back meeting her dad's green eyes. "My husband will fear our power."

"I know." He said this a Vernon walk in to the room.

"What wrong Pet?" He asks as he rocked their son.

She looked away from her father to her normal husband. "The monster that had almost kill my family and took my dad from us kill my little sister leave her son without a mother and most likely a father."

Her father spokes up. "Her husband was killed too."

"I sorry to hear that Pet."

She gave him a sad smile. "Why don't you take Dudley back to bed and go get some sleep you have to work in the morning. I set my dad and little Harry in the guest room after we talk some."

"Alright Pet." Vernon turned and headed back upstairs.

Once the father and daughter heard the door to both bed room close that started talking about what needed to be done and plans for the future late in to the night. By the next morning Vernon didn't remember that he had a wife or son and the house had no sign of them if some was to ask anyone who know Vernon that would tell you that he had never had a wife or son.

A/N tell me what you think and thank you for reading.