Petunia Dursley knew that something must have happened to her freakish nephew at that school he attended, and hoped to send him off to his second cousins in Japan. The boy sat in his room for hours on end brooding, only ever coming out for his chores which he seemed to speed through but managed to complete to her satisfaction.
She had been sorting through boxes of her parents things when she found the letters exchanged between her father and his cousin in Japan who had given a phone number, which led her to the perfect solution for the freak. She'd ship him off to Japan and wash her hands of him. Goodness knows her family had dealt with him long enough, they'd clothed him, fed him, and given him a roof over his head. And they were repayed with hostility and contempt by the freaks from that stupid order her sister had so foolishly joined.
As she dialed the telephone number from her father's letters, she briefly wondered if this was the right thing to do, but no, her family had dealt with the freak for far too long.
"Moshi moshi?" It was a young male voice on the other end, this must be the grandchild he mentioned in his letter.
"Hello, I'm looking for Hiroichi Nanase, is he in?" asked Petunia as politely as possible, no need to estrange herself from these people who could take the freak.
"Ah sorry, he travels for work and is currently in Seoul, Korea. I'm his son Haruka, can I help you in his place?" the boy had an accent but she could understand him just fine, at least he had a proper eductation.
"Yes, I'm Petunia Dursley, your father's cousin. I'm calling from England to ask him to take my sister's child off my hands. We already have our son to look after and we can't afford to keep him much longer. But I suppose seeing as he's unavailable I'll just have to call later." She felt bitter disappointment settle into her gut, the boy's father wasn't there.
"Ah! So you want him to live with us, yes?" her heart skipped, he sounded like he was agreeing. "Yes, do you have a way I can contact your father?"
"Hai, I have an email to keep in contact for emergencies," as the boy, Haruka, proceeded to rattle off the email, Petunia felt gratified. Things were finally going the way she wanted! Soon she'd be rid of the freak and allowed to live her life with her perfectly normal family. There'd be no more freakishness tainting and infecting her precious little Dudders. No more magic and no more Harry bloody Potter!
Up in his room, Harry James Potter felt a chill run down his back. 'Not unlike a dementor,' he decided. 'But there's no dementors in Little Whinging.' Harry promptly brushed the feeling off as an overactive imagination, and rolled over to continue counting cracks in the ceilling. Little did he know how his life would be changed by that odd chill.