A/N: I didn't mention it last time but obviously none of this belongs to me. I'm going to try to update about once a week and hopefully the chapters will get longer. This is the first fic I've written in several years.

Minerva left Hogwarts one Saturday a month after Harry had been left at the Dursley's. She spent the day on the wall observing the family from sunup until sundown. The Dursley's son seemed to get a lot of attention from both of his parents. It was clear they were overindulging him and he would end up a spoiled brat. But there was no sign of the young Potter boy.

After the sun went down, Minerva knocked on the door to enquire about the boy's whereabouts.

"Hello, Mrs. Dursley I presume. I'm here to ask about your nephew, Harry Potter-"

"Are you one of those freaks as well? The freak is in his cupboard, where he belongs. We're not going to let him near our precious Dudders. There's no need to contaminate him with freakishness."

"Mrs. Dursley, am I correct in assuming that you have no intention of properly caring for your nephew?" Minerva asked.

"Yes. That is correct."

"In that case, I will take him to live with me and my husband."

"As long as he's gone I don't care where he goes. We had half a mind to bring him to an orphanage. Who just leaves a baby on a doorstep?"

"I'll just need to collect Harry and his things then," Minerva stated.

"Of course. I'll show you to him."

Petunia walked ten steps into the house before turning and facing a small door on the side of the stairs.

"He's in there," she said.

Minerva bit her tongue to keep from hexing the woman and quickly gathered up the baby and his few things.

"Well Mrs. Dursley, thank you for allowing me to gather young Harry here."

"No problem. I'll be happy if we never see any of your kind ever again.