A/N: I don't own Harry Potter or anything associated with them, I am only playing with the characters written by J.K. Rowling. Future homosexual pairings, if it's not your cup of tea then please find another story. These warnings will not be repeated and will apply to all further chapters in this story.
On October 31, 1981, Petunia Dursley had just settled her son, Dudley, down for the night. Her husband was working late that night in his office at Grunnings. She walked down the stairs to wash the dinner dishes when she heard a peculiar sound coming from the living room window. She turned to the living room and saw a snowy white owl pecking at the window. Shaking her head, she opened the front door and held out her arm for the owl to land on. "Well, I haven't seen one of you flying around since my sister married her husband." She closed the front door and walked into the kitchen before she untied the letter from it's leg and filled a dish with water for the owl to drink. Cracking the Potter family seal, she opened the letter and read it. Halfway through it she gasped and felt behind her for a chair to sink in before she could collapse on the floor.
Dearest Petunia,
If you are reading this letter, then it means the worst has happened, James and I have died, leaving Harry on his own. I know that we haven't been close these last few years, and I know you understood that it was for your protection from the Wizarding world, from Voldermort and his Death Eaters. We had received word that we were targets so we went into hiding, only two people knew where. Albus Dumbledore, my old headmaster, cast the Fidelus charm on our house, and James' old school friend, Peter Pettigrew, was our secret keeper at Albus' request. We were originally going to have Harry's godfather, Sirius Black as the secret keeper, but the whole Wizarding World knew how close we were. We fear the worst has happened, that Dumbledore has slipped from the Light and turned Grey. His actions of late have caused us much worry, especially where Harry is concerned. There is a prophecy that Harry will be the savior of the Wizarding World, that he alone is the only one that can defeat Voldermort. We have tried to protect Harry as much as possible from anyone that would use him as a weapon in this war, including Dumbledore. James and I both understand that you hold reservations against our world, but we hope that if Harry is placed with you that you will treat him like a son. Dumbledore has been increasing his machinations and we believe that he will give you no choice but to take in Harry, probably spouting off about blood wards. He is a good man that has let this war and power blind him to the point that he will stop at nothing to get his way. Please, don't underestimate him and don't let on about what you know. If Harry is placed in your care, take him to Griphook at Gringotts and have him checked for blocks on his magical core. I'm sure Dumblefore would love nothing better than to turn Harry into a malleable tool for his use. We have secured all our vaults and they can only be opened by Harry with his blood. Griphook will be able to help you with anything you need, just let him know if you have any concerns or questions. Petunia, I love you and I hope you forgive me for the distance that I put between us these last few years. Just know that I have kept an eye on your family, watching how happy you and Vernon are made me realize that I had to save you, no matter how much I missed my sister. I love you and I'm sorry that I wasn't there to tell you it often. If Harry is placed in your care, send a letter to Giphook at Gringotts, he'll take care of you.
Love Always,
Lily
Petunia pulled her emotions together and put them in some semblance of order. Her Lily, her beautiful, funny sister was dead and her baby boy was possibly alive. She rubbed her face with her hand and took a deep breath before standing up. She gently laid the letter onto the table and looked over at the owl sitting on her kitchen counter. "You're probably hungry; let me get you some bread to much on." She pulled two slices of bread from the bread bin and tore them into pieces for the owl, and placed them beside the dish of water. She sighed and looked around her kitchen, her eyes alighting on the empty milk bottles. 'Might as well put them out now' she thought before gathering them and heading to the front door. Upon opening the door, she was greeted with a bundle of blankets and her nephew snuggled inside, asleep. She let a smile cross her face as Harry popped his thumb in his mouth to suck on. She set the empty milk jars down and picked up Harry and took him into the kitchen. She looked at the owl and sighed, "I guess I have to send you back with a letter to Griphook then."