The next day, after the baby was found by the people of Number 4, the adults were upset.

This family was... Normal. They wanted to do completely ordinary things, and have completely ordinary family members. Until that morning.

A big, beefy man came into he picture. A frown was visible from under his mustache. But to tell the truth, when did he ever smile?

"This is outrageous." he exclaimed, pounding his large fist onto the table. He was talking to his wife, who was seated opposite of him. "We've never wanted anything to do with your sister, Petunia. And look what she's done to us! We're ruined!"

His wife, so-called Petunia, shook her head in disgrace. "This day should've never come..."

"Her and her stupid husband just had to get blown up, didn't they? And now we are stuck with this... mistake!"

"We'll have to make the best of it, Vernon." Petunia said to her husband. She had dealt with this kind of thing for years when her sister was around, and she knew perfectly well how to handle it now. "If he's anything like his parents, we'll have to keep him away from all normal people, for the sake of us."

"I agree," Vernon said. "Whatever happens, we must—"

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK. Someone was at the door.

"Vernon," Petunia whispered, "Answer it."

Mr. Vernon Dursley sighed deeply, and slowly waddled over to open the door.

As he opened he door, Vernon saw someone completely unfamiliar.

It was a handsome young man, in his early twenties. He had long, black hair, and striking grey eyes. In his hand, he held a paper with a scribbled address on it. It Vernon, the young man seemed lost.

"What do you want?" the man of the house grumbled.

The younger man, more of a boy, stuttered. "Um... Is this—" he glanced down at his paper. "—Number 4, Privet Drive?"

Vernon rolled his tiny eyes — clearly, this boy was not smart. "Yes..." He answered in an annoyed tone.

The boy's face lit up. "Oh good," he said happily. "I was starting to wonder of I'd gotten the wrong address..." He turned the paper upside-down, as if to make sure its scribblings were correct.

"What do you want, boy?" Vernon said louder and impatiently, trying to frighten the strange boy. Instead, he didn't seem bothered at all.

"I was looking for Harry Potter." said the younger man. "You wouldn't happen to where he is, would you? You see, I'm his..." The boy's voice was no longer heard in Vernon Dursley's mind.

Harry Potter? an angelic voice said in Vernon's head. Could this be it? The answer to getting rid of the unwanted boy?

"Harry Potter, you say?" Asked Vernon. "Well..." He thought to himself. "Yes, I know where he is. But, you'll have to give some identification."

"Well, like I just said before, I'm his Godfather." said the young man.

"Godfather?!"

"Yeah, Sirius Orion Black."

Vernon took a moment to bring all this wonderfulness in. "Then, I suppose... I suppose he can be turned in to you."

"Yeah, that's kinda what I was going for."

"I'll be right back," Vernon excused himself, before slamming the door in the young man's face.

"Petunia," Vernon came rushing as fast as his fat legs would take him. "Petunia, there's a young man at the door. Claims he's the boy's Godfather, and he wants to take him in."

"Wonderful!" said Mrs. Dursley. Her husband agreed.

"Here's all of his belongings," said Petunia. They were standing in front of a motorcycle, which probably belonged to Sirius Black. She handed him a box. Inside was only a blanket, and the baby himself.

Sirius smiled. "I'll take great care of him, I promise." he swore.

"It doesn't really matter, he's yours now." Vernon said. "If there's anything you need to know—"

"Oh, it'll be fine." Sirius reassured the large man.

Once he was ready and packed to leave, Sirius Black waved goodbye to he Dursleys, who returned the gesture a little too happily.

The way they wanted to get rid of Harry reminded Sirius of the way his parents treated him.

Good luck, Harry.