A/N: Okay, after reading billions of Drarry fics, I have decided to attempt one myself. Don't be too harsh and PLEASE, I cannot stretch this enough, do not tell me how to write this story, it's very off-putting and that is mainly why I haven't continued my other stories. So if you want to keep reading my stuff, don't force your ideas. Also, this is very OOC but again, my story. Don't like, Don't read.

Also, in this story, Vernon and Dudley aren't fat. And Petunia doesn't have a horsy neck. And they are blond, as they are in the books

Disclaimer: I will only repeat this once and for all, I don't own the Harry Potter franchise. Jo rules all, I just play with her toys.

It was a cloudy day in Surrey, when tragic news reached the Dursley household. Mr. Dursley was getting ready to go to work when he opened the door and saw a baby bundled in a basket on his doorstep.

"Petunia!" he shouted his wife's name. Mrs. Dursley scurried to the door and gasped at the baby. He was a small thing, with maroon red hair and a lightning scar on his forehead.

She had tears in her eyes."I think this is my sister's son, he looks just like her. Let's bring him inside."

Vernon took the child inside before their neighbors noticed him. The child opened his eyes when he was moved, flashing his vibrant green eyes. "Hello little tyke," said Mr. Dursley, cooing at the small boy, who giggled in return. Mr. Dursley put him on the couch in the living room, where his own son was playing on the floor with some blocks.

Mrs. Dursley immediately picked up the letter that had been placed in the bassinet with the boy.

Dear Petunia, it read,

If you read this letter, then both James and I have passed away. I have had a feeling I might die because of the war going on in my world. It's safer if you don't know. All you need to know is that we died to protect our son.

I have left my son, Harry, in your care because I know that you have a son his age and are a very capable mother. I am so so sorry I am springing this on you but I have no one else I could turn to. I know we aren't on the best of terms but all I ask is that you love Harry like you do your own son. If not for him, then do it for me, as my last wish.

I have also attached some pictures of James and I and also some of our friends that we'd like Harry to have. Please show them to him and don't burn them, he needs to know what his parents looked like.

I just want you to know, Tuney, that I have forgiven you for when we were kids. I know you wished you could be magical as well, but I am sorry that that estranged us. Harry is also magical and there is a chance that your son might be as well, so please don't blame him. It's not his fault.

You are probably scared and confused. If you need any help, send a letter to my friend Sev. I will attach his address. He is trustworthy and he will help you with the wizarding side of things. You should probably get your fireplace hooked up to the Floo Network, (it will be the easiest way for Sev to get there.) but he will help you with that.

But under no circumstances, can you go to Albus Dumbledore for help. He is the Headmaster of my school. I think he might have had a hand in our demise, not directly of course, but from the sidelines. He is like a chess player, everyone to him is considered a pawn. Do not let him find out where Harry is. He will take him from you and it won't be pretty.

Keep strong and remember I love you.

Love,

Lily

A few more tears fell down Mrs. Dursley's cheeks as she read the letter from her younger sister. She read it a few more times to be sure.

"Harry," she whispered as she looked at him. He shot her a toothy grin. She smiled weakly in return. It was only then, that she noticed how much he looked like her little sister. The red hair was similar, though he had a slightly darker shade; Mrs. Dursley assumed it was because his father had black hair. But the eyes were identical to his mother's.

She put the letter on the couch next to the bassinet and picked the boy up. He cradled into her as she gently rocked him. His eyes gently closed and he was fast asleep.

"Don't worry sweetheart, we will take care of you, no matter what" she promised, while looking at her husband, who nodded in return. "You will know all about your parents, and how much they loved you."

She then took both boys upstairs so they could lay down, as Dudley had also exhausted himself from straining to see the other child.

She went back downstairs, to see her husband in jeans and a t-shirt. "What-" she began while brushing tears from her cheeks.

"I called in sick. You need me more than they do." he quickly explained. She nodded in return before rushing into his open arms, sobbing. He whispered comforting words while she mourned her sister.

After a while, she calmed down and looked at Mr. Dursley. "Vernon, we need to buy Harry a crib and clothes. And more baby food for the house, and another high chair, and- and-" she abruptly stopped because her husband had reached over and caught a stray tear.

"We will get everything for Harry. We won't go broke taking care of two kids. And I always wanted two boys." He faltered for a second before continuing, "But we're doing this. Even if he is m-magical."

"Yes, I always resented my sister for being one while I wasn't. But that won't be the case with our boys. L-lily wrote in her letter that Dudley might also be one and even if he isn't, Harry will still be loved no matter what."

Mr. Dursley nodded."How about you go lie down for a bit? I can take care of the kids if they wake up, and I'll clean up in here. You need to rest."

She nodded, kissed him on the cheek before going upstairs to take a nap, completely exhausted from the morning's activities.

The next day, Petunia sent off a letter to Severus, Lily's friend from school. She hoped it wouldn't take long to contact him and she was proved correct. Later that evening he arrived at their door, wearing black jeans and a black overcoat. His eyes were red-rimmed and he looked like he had been crying recently.

"Hello Petunia" he greeted her stiffly. "You are well I suppose?"

She wanted to scream 'Of course I am bloody not! I found out my sister is dead yesterday' but she nodded instead. "I've been better of course,"

He nodded empathetically. "May I see Harry? If he is awake…" he trailed off.

"Yes, he is in the living room. Follow me."

When Severus saw Harry, his eyes immediately teared up. "He looks so much like Lily." Now it was Petunia's time to nod.

Severus walked over to the little boy, who turned and smiled up at him "Seb! Seb!" he said and reached out to him. The man in question smiled warmly at him and picked him up.

"Oh how I have missed you Harry. I am so glad you aren't hurt." He cooed at him while the other adults in the room smiled at the sight. It was a good thing that Harry had someone he knew around him because he had been slightly wary of the new environment and people around him. Though he had warmed up to Dudley quite nicely.

After a few minutes, Severus sat down on the couch next to Petunia with a bouncing Harry in his lap.

"You wrote to me this morning saying you needed help with Harry?" he asked.

"Well, yes and no. Lily left a letter when Harry was dropped off at our house and she told me to ask you for help on the wizarding side of things. She told me I need a Floo connection or something of that sort."

Sev thought it over for a minute. "Yes, you do need to be connected to the Floo network, I will take care of that tomorrow. In the mean time, you should also purchase an owl so we can communicate more easily. But the most important thing on the agenda is your living environment. I don't think you want your neighbors to see owls coming to and from your house. Most wizards live in the country side as it is. Or just a bit further out of town , where houses aren't right next to each other. And you need to have it warded."

"I'm sorry, warded?" interrupted Vernon. "What exactly does that mean?"

"It's similar to a burglar alarm, but you don't have wires or cameras anywhere. It is kind of like a shield that surrounds the house, and many wizard households have a spell in the wards called a Notice-Me-Not charm which will make people simply not notice the house, unless you want them to."

"That sounds pretty useful." Remarked Petunia

"It is rather ingenious actually, and since Harry is already famous, you will probably need it." Sev added in casually.

Petunia's jaw dropped, making Harry and Dudley giggle at the sight."What do you mean, famous? He is a year old!"

"Well, somehow the story about Harry has leaked to the press and he has been on newspapers and there are already books being written about him."

"What story has leaked?" asked Vernon suspiciously

"Well, the story of how Harry got this scar," Sev pointed to the lightning scar on his forehead. "You really don't know? Let me explain then. We should probably put the children to bed before I tell the tale. It's not pleasant." Petunia quickly tucked both boys in their cribs and returned to the story.

"A long time ago, one man immersed himself in Dark Magic, which is evil and should not be practiced. He had a prejudice against anyone who didn't have a pure magical ancestry.

"I have found that it was because his mother, a pure witch, was in love with a non-magical young man, his father. But he didn't love her back, so she somehow charmed him to fall in love with her and fell pregnant. She assumed it was enough to keep them together. It wasn't. He left her pregnant and heartbroken. Her father kicked her out when he found out she had feelings for the man. She gave birth to the child on December 31st 1926.

"That child then grew up to be a wizard at Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry. He showed to be exceedingly bright and ambitious. But he also had a cruel streak. He attacked the children in school with non-magical parents with a basilisk, that's a giant poisonous snake with a deadly look, when he was only 15 years old."

"Wow," both Dursleys gaped at the revelation.

"Yes, it's quite horrifying. He went on to kill his paternal grandparents and father after he finished schooling and successfully placed the blame on his maternal uncle, who was known to have killed non-magicals. He calls him self Lord Voldemort.

"Then, about 40 years ago, he started a group against non-magical people and wizards and witches who had non-magical relatives or supported their rights. It was similar to a terrorist group. He had his own followers who did every last dirty deed. They have escalated to an enormous number in the last decade because the heirs to pureblooded Dark families have grown up and sworn their support to him. Most of these families have political connections and are wealthy so he basically ruled our world.

"However, there was also another group fighting them. They weren't quite as large, due to the fact that if you join that group, you immediately become a target for He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. Nobody speaks his name because they are terrified.

"But before Harry was born, a Seer, that's similar to a psychic, prophesized his downfall and that the person to end him had parents who had defied him thrice and the child was born at the end of July. Harry's parents had fought him and escaped 3 times and Harry's birthday is the 31st of July. However, there was another boy in the same situation. The only difference was that the other boy had pure ancestry while Harry is known as a half-blood, because of Lily and your parents, he has non-magical ancestry.

"So He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named chose to go after Harry personally because he felt like they had more in common, seeing as they are both half-bloods. But to annihilate both threats, he sent a troop of his most devoted followers to take care of the other boy. However, they only managed to torture the boy's parents into insanity while not physically harming the boy himself.

"He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named struck out in a way as well. He managed to get past both James and Lily but he hadn't managed to kill Harry. There is a spell that severs the soul from the body, which kills you, and it is the preferred murder weapon of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. Harry is the first person to survive that curse, seeing as no one has found out a counter curse or cure to it. The theory that is going around is that the spell backfired onto He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named and killed him. I have a follow up theory but that's a story for another day.

"So that's why he's famous. The newspapers are printing that he is living with royals in a big castle. The leader of the Light, as they call him, Albus Dumbledore, is not denying these rumors so everyone assumes they are correct. The authors in the wizarding world are also working on a series of children's books, featuring Harry living a grand life with Prince William as his 'adopted brother'."

By the end of the tale, Petunia was crying and Vernon was comforting her with a furious look in his eyes. "This is not acceptable! How dare they make up lies about Harry, who can't even deny them?" he fumed, "I want to sue them. Before the books even come out. Nip the seed at the bud. I don't want him to go through a hard time at that school because of people assuming he's a snob because of these rumors."

"You're quite right, I was thinking the same thing." agreed Sev, "We should go to Ministry to take care of everything and I shall inform one of the reporters at the newspaper of an exclusive interview about Harry Potter. She won't be able to turn that down. Speaking of newspapers, you need to get a subscription to The Daily Prophet, it's our newspaper and you need to know what's happening, if you want to raise Harry aware of his wizard heritage."

"Of course," they both nodded. "Could you take care of that for us?"

"Of course. But you will need to have some wizarding currency on hand just in case. I could go and exchange some money for you tomorrow, if that's alright with you?"

"Yes, that's fine," replied Petunia, "Vernon will hand you some bills. But if it's not too much trouble Sev, could you also purchase us an owl so we can communicate with you more easily?"

"It'll be my pleasure." He replied cordially. "I should be going now, but I am sure you will see me around here more often." And with a hug from Petunia and a handshake from Vernon, he left, his coat billowing.

Petunia sighed. "We have no idea what we signed up for, do we?"

Vernon glanced at her with an amused expression. "No, but we will get through this. We always do."

End Chapter

So, what did you think? As I said before, this is my first story of this kind, so PLEASE don't hate me. And also, to my readers, I'm sorry about the other stories, I am not sure if I will scrap them or continue them or whatever. Because they don't flow out of me like this chapter does lol.

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