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Petunia Dursley nee` Evans was very normal, thank you very much. She adored being normal. Normalcy was the highlight of her life. She lived in a normal house, with a normal husband, in her normal neighborhood with nice, normal neighbors. And her little Dudders was the most normal baby in the world. Nothing could be better and nothing could make her happy, normal life, horrible. Nothing.

When she opened her front door at six thirty in the morning on November first of nineteen eighty-one, she expected to see the grey sky of Surrey. The small hint that dawn was approaching through the dreary fog. She would place the milk bottles on the doorstep and pick up the paper for the morning. She'd wave to Mrs. Milvain at Number 5 Privet Drive and then return to her perfect kitchen to finish making her dear Vernon his breakfast.

What she got instead, was a baby. The tall, blonde woman stared down at the bundled baby on her doorstep, gaping in horror. How long had it been there? She reached down to touch the forehead to check for its temperature, but felt something stop her, like something cold was holding her wrist in place. She couldn't move away. What was going on?

She struggled as an invisible force guided her hand to the heavy looking letter on the ground beside the baby. She recognized that it was parchment and her stomach sank in horror. Not them. She hadn't had to deal with them in nearly two years. She didn't want any part in whatever happened in their freakish lives. She just wanted to live her normal life away from it all.

Her fingers gripped the letter and she reluctantly opened it when the force moved away. Obviously it wanted her to read the damn letter first! Well fine then.

Dear Petunia,

It is with a heavy heart that I inform you that your sister Lily, and her husband James, were murdered on the evening of 31st October, nineteen eighty-one. Their daughter was the only survivor of the attack. She accomplished the unthinkable and as such, has made herself a celebrity among the magical world. In an effort to stop any possible egotism from affecting her, she must be left with you. I know you would not allow her fame to get to her head.

She cannot under any circumstances, leave Privet Drive. Powerful magic has been activated to keep her and your family protected. The murderer of your sister had many followers who would love to seek revenge upon her daughter and you. So long as she remains within the boundary of Number 4 Privet Drive, you will all be safe.

Her name is Morticia Tenegre Potter-Black. She was born 31st July, nineteen eighty. Do not be alarmed by her eyes.

Hoping you are well,

Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore.

(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock,

Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. of Wizards)

Petunia was shaking. It was a mixture of fear - because the child on her doorstep was her niece and had some bad freaks after her and by extension, Petunia and her normal family as well - and anger. How dare that decrepit old fool treat her so casually! How dare he address her with such familiarity! How dare he just foist some child on her with not so much as a 'please'! No birth certificate, no money, nothing but a bloody blanket and a letter! What was wrong with the old freak!? How long had she been out there anyway? Was that one of those freak practices? Leaving babies outside in November? Did the old fool not care that she could have gotten severely ill?

She had her own child to take care of. Her precious Dudders. And what would Vernon say? Could they even afford another mouth to feed? Petunia did the quick math in her head, trying to iron out what would happen.

Vernon made a reasonable amount every month. They lived comfortably. Dudders didn't want for anything and he was healthy. And what about the child? Was she potty trained? Did she still sleep in a cot? Could she walk or talk yet? Could she crawl? Did she have any allergies? Did she know any… magic? Petunia shivered in horror. She was Lily's daughter, of course she could do... magic.

Petunia looked down at the child again. Her body froze in place as the force returned, making her hand raise the letter to her face again. Her wrist turned without her permission and she was now staring at the back of the envelope.

It shook in her hands as words appeared on the parchment, seemingly cutting into it. Her eyes widened at the uneven words before her.

Tuney,

I didn't ask him to do this.

He took Morticia against her godfather's wishes, and bought her here.

James and I haven't moved on yet. We are here.

We expect Morticia to be taken back in a few days once everything is settled.

If no one comes, I'm sorry. It means that Dumbledore has done something to interfere. He has already done so without permission, practically kidnapping Morticia from her godfather.

I'm sorry this happened to you, Tuney.

James and I will try to help the best we can, but we are only ghosts.

A word of warning.

We needed to protect our daughter and did a ritual.

A bloodline curse was activated unfortunately.

This curse runs through Morticia's body. You cannot under any circumstances, touch her skin. She will accidentally suck the very life out of you and you will die.

It was foolish of Albus to put her here. She cannot be around muggles and you must handle her very carefully.

Be safe.

I love you, Tuney.

Lily.

Petunia had gone whiter than snow when reading the newly formed words. Lily was there somehow. Standing on her doorstep. It would explain why she couldn't touch the child yet. Lily said that she was cursed and if anyone touched her skin, they'd die. Lily stopped Petunia from touching her skin, else she'd die.

She felt faint. This as more than just raising a… witch. This was worse! So much worse! A curse that would kill people the moment they touched her skin? If the child wasn't taken any time soon, how would she be taught? She couldn't possibly go to school and be around others if death was a possibility. Children couldn't keep their hands to themselves! There would be a death within the first minute of class! Petunia could be killed within the hour! Again, children couldn't keep their hands to themselves!

The very things she'd have to do. Keep the child's arms wrapped all the time to prevent her from touching anyone. Keep Dudders away from her so she couldn't possibly hurt him and he wouldn't get attached. Convince Vernon to not just kill her and be done with it.

Petunia ran a hand down her face, feeling exhausted. And on top of all of this, she learns that her sister has been killed. Could the day get any worse?

A low whine filled the air and she looked down, eyes coming into contact with the oddest green she had ever seen. The child was awake. The child was crying.

Mercy.

How could she raise a magical child?

Severus Snape was not expecting to awaken in a Ministry holding cell. But he did. When his eyes opened, he was laying on the floor of a small, dark room. The only way out was the barred door that was covered in all manner of magical protections.

He had no idea why he was there and not on the grass in Godric's Hollow.

Someone slammed the metal door open and hauled him up. His head spun at the action and he was not ready.

"Come, Snape."

"Where am I going?" he slurred, hating how tired he sounded.

"You have a trial in five minutes."

Why was he having a trial?

He was forced through the lower levels of the Ministry and into a courtroom on the second floor. The entire Wizengamot was gathered. He recognized many fellow Death Eaters, including Lucius Malfoy, who was looking terrible. The Imperius. He looked as if he had been under the Imperius for too long. So that was his game on getting out of Azkaban.

One by one, the various Death Eaters were summoned to face trial.

When it was his turn, he faced them all with a blank face. A schooled expression he had mastered years ago. It was the Slytherin mentality within him. He refused to show anything but absolute control in the face of the people that wanted to defame him.

"You are indeed, Severus Tobias Snape?" Barty Crouch Sr. asked, looking down at his paper.

"Yes."

"Upon your left arm is the Dark Mark. This marks you as a follower of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. How do you plead?"

"Not guilty."

Just like with the others, half of the room burst into swears and impolite language.

"Let me guess, the Imperius?" Crouch sneered.

"No sir, I was Albus' spy."

The room was silent and Crouch turned to look at Dumbledore, who was sitting to the side quietly. The man gave no recognition to Severus' words. The Potions Master's eyes narrowed knowingly.

"Dumbledore hasn't confirmed your words as truth."

Snape nodded, "Because the Headmaster has broken the law and knows that I will tell you what he did. But before then, I have the mark of the Headmaster's Order of the Phoenix, upon my right arm. All members possess this mark, given by Albus himself."

The Auror on his right side grasped his forearm and ripped the cloth away to reveal the large phoenix tattooed into his skin. The court was filled with murmurs and people looked to Dumbledore who had yet to say anything.

"This can simply be a lie. The Order of the Phoenix is a vigilante group that are wanted just as much as the Death Eaters. Why would Dumbledore create such a thing?"

"Sir, I am willing to testify under Veritaserum or swear on my magic that everything I say is the truth as far as I know it."

Gasps rang through the room. Crouch looked around and sighed. "Make the Vow and then speak."

Severus intoned his magical oath with a glare.

"I joined the Dark Lord after leaving Hogwarts. However, I never went on a raid. He had use of me as a Potions Master. I needed to brew. That was my job. Almost two years ago, I overheard a prophecy in the Hog's Head in Hogsmeade. Dumbledore was interviewing Sybil Trelawney for the post of Divination professor. I was removed form the premises before I could hear the entire prophecy, but I told the Dark Lord about it.

The part I heard was, 'The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches. Born to those who have thrice defied him. Born as the seventh month dies.' When it was revealed that the Potters and the Longbottoms were the two families that fit the description, I panicked and met with Dumbledore. Lily had once been my friend. We grew up in the same neighborhood. I begged him to hide Lily. To protect her and her child. I'll be honest, I didn't care what happened to Potter."

Everyone knew of his dislike for James Potter. No one looked surprised.

"Dumbledore refused to believe me until I swore to an Unbreakable Vow."

The room was filled with gasps of horror. Demanding such a thing of someone was terrible. An insult.

"I swore to become Dumbledore's spy. To join his Order and to do everything in my power to protect Lily's child.

Every raid that was organized was always interrupted by the Order, because I managed to relay the information on time.

It was late into the evening on Samhain. The Death Eaters had been gathered for punishment due to another failed raid. The Dark Lord was enraged. He'd been in the middle of punishing Macnair when Pettigrew, simpering and cowering as he did, shuffled into the room and announced to the entire room where the Potters were."

The reaction he received had the room in chaos. He didn't understand why anything he had said created such reactions, so he waited for the fool to come to himself and say something.

"That's impossible. Everyone knows that Sirius Black was the Secret Keeper!" Crouch sputtered.

"No they didn't. The Potters never stated who was Secret Keeper. And since Pettigrew was the one to inform over fifty Death Eaters and the Dark Lord himself, where the Potters were, it wasn't Black. He arrived in Godric's Hollow after I did."

"How can this be?" Crouch mumbled.

"Simple, Pettigrew is a backstabber. Where is Black?" Severus demanded. "He needs to fetch his goddaughter from Dumbledore."

"What?!"

Were these people that inept? Could he speak any clearer?

Crouch leaned forward, "Talk."

"I found Potter dead on the first floor. Lily was in the nursery. The room was destroyed, though her daughter was safe, save for the curse scar on her forehead. Black arrived and asked how I knew where the Potters lived and I told him about Pettigrew. He asked me to take his goddaughter to Hogwarts and keep her there until he came to fetch her. He was going to apprehend Pettigrew.

I had only taken a few steps into the lawn, when my path was blocked by none other than Rubeus Hagrid who demanded that I hand over Morticia Potter because Dumbledore wanted her. Hagrid attacked me with his umbrella, which contains the broken pieces of his wand. He's powerful enough to still channel magic through it which most Hogwarts professors don't know, and stunned me. I assume he took the child away as I awoke in the Ministry with no child in sight."

Crouch rounded on Dumbledore, "Where is the Girl-Who-Lived, Albus?!"

What? Who came up with such an insipid name?

Dumbledore, "I am the child's Magical Guardian and I saw fit to put her in a safe place."

Severus interrupted before anyone else could, "No you aren't. Black is her Guardian as well as her Magical Guardian. You kidnapped the child from me when the fool asked for me to watch her. You have no business to put here anywhere. I repeat my former question, where is Black? He most certainly would not stand back and allow you to take his goddaughter away from him."

"I'd like to know as well, Albus, or I will go to the Goblins myself and see the facts," Crouch hissed dangerously. The man actually looked like a threat for once. Though his mustache ruined the picture a bit.

"Now, I am the Chief Warlock and Supreme Mugwump, surely my word is good enough."

There was a soft scoff from somewhere in the room and Severus' eyes landed on a shocking sight. It couldn't be. His clothes and his wand were lying on the floor in the Potter nursery!

Tom Riddle, Lord Slytherin - as known as Lord Voldemort to a very choice few who knew his true identity - stood from his position among the Wizengamot. His cool, green eyes looked at Dumbledore with disdain.

"I find it convenient that Morticia Potter was taken from Severus Snape, by force. A half-Giant whose wand was snapped years ago, used magic through said wand to do so even though it is illegal for him to use magic. The child was then taken from her home and placed somewhere you claim is protected. Severus was found, as well as Sirius Black and both were arrested. However, Black was carted right off to Azkaban without a trial, under the claim that 'everyone knew that he was the Secret Keeper'. And yet Severus here, who actually has a Dark Mark, is receiving a trial when Black didn't receive one and doesn't have a Mark?

Strange, how the girl's Guardian is taken away where he cannot intervene with your actions."

Severus was no fool. He knew that the Dark Lord had somehow survived. And he decided to lay low and allow the world to think he was dead. And here he was, tearing Dumbledore down in front of those who believed in him. Those who trusted him. It made Severus smirk darkly.

Dumbledore sputtered as several curious faces turned in his direction. "Now Tom-"

"Lord Slytherin, to you, Dumbledore."

"Someone fetch Sirius Black!" Crouch called to the large group of Aurors. Two nodded and rushed form the room. "And someone go to Gringotts and bring the Potter manager here."

Severus recognized Hufflepuff alumni Amelia Bones when she stepped forward and bowed, "Yes, sir." She was gone as second later.

The proceeding moments, were enough to make Severus tickled. Truly.

Tom Marvolo Riddle had never been so embarrassed in his life. He'd gone to Godric's Hollow, planning to end the life of the one who was prophesied to vanquish him. He'd killed James and Lily Potter. And when he turned his wand on the babe with the stunning Avada like eyes, his curse backfired.

Nothing was able to block the killing curse, but no one had ever tried to deflect it back on the attacker. But why hadn't he died when it hit him? He had been force Apparated from the house. From the village itself. And when he was finally able to move once again, he found himself naked and lying in a forest. His clothing and wand were nowhere to be seen.

He didn't know what had happened. How did a babe stop the killing curse? How did she stop him?

He shook himself off, realizing that his glamour as the Dark Lord had failed. He was back to looking like his normal self.

With an annoyed huff, he Apparated himself to his home. His nudity didn't really bother him as he forced his way through the wards around the Slytherin Manor. He couldn't go back to get his Voldemort wand, because he knew someone would have checked the little cottage out already. He couldn't afford to be caught, especially in the nude.

Once he was clothed again, he reworked the wards and Flooed over to Malfoy Manor. He found Narcissa Malfoy pacing furiously, looking worried.

"My lord! Everyone is saying that you are dead!"

"What?"

She nodded quickly and said, "Dumbledore announced that Morticia Potter had defeated you. The Ministry is already celebrating and they've even named the child the Girl-Who-Lived and awarded her an Order or Merlin, First Class. The Ministry is already out taking in suspected Death Eaters and they'll be here soon. Lucius is trying to think of some excuse to get himself out of Azkaban."

Tom needed Lucius and his influence. Therefore, he'd have to help. "Leave that to me, Narcissa."

After placing Lucius under the strongest Imperius he could manage, Tom left. He needed to clear his wand history and what better way than training?

When he was called to sit in on a Wizengamot hearing, he knew that some of his followers had been followed. And the most entertaining things to transpire was the fact that Severus had gotten everyone annoyed with Dumbledore. Tom had to add his own Galleon's worth into the argument and when all was said and done, Dumbledore lost his position as Chief Warlock and his position as Supreme Mugwump may have been compromised.

It was a glorious day, though the fact that people celebrated his alter ego's death and called a babe the Girl-Who-Lived, was a bit of a downer on his good mood.

Sirius Black was cleared of all charges and Dumbledore was forced to give up the location of Morticia Potter. The man had forced the Goblins to seal the Potter Will, using his positions to do it. Now that he didn't have them, the Goblins were dealing with him. And Black was indeed the godfather who had also been listed as a father after a blood adoption. The child was Morticia Tangere Potter-Black. Tom had to wonder where the Potters came up with such a morbid name.

Tom had a lovely talk with Severus after he'd been cleared of all charges. The man faced him evenly, which earned him some of Tom's respect. Not many people could meet his gaze with unwavering resistance. Severus wasn't remorseful for his deceit.

"You were going to kill my friend," the dour man shrugged. Shrugged! He looked the Dark Lord in the eye and shrugged like his deception was nothing important.

"Well Severus, I did give her three chances to step aside, but did you honestly expect a mother to allow her child to be killed and do nothing about it?"

Severus flushed and sighed. "I know that Lily wouldn't do such a thing. I just wanted another reason to hate you."

Tom drew back. He knew he was annoying and a bit of a hard arse on his followers, but hate? "Hate?" he reiterated his thoughts aloud.

"You've changed according to many people. Your alter ego is insane. You literally went after a child instead of planning to possibly guide her to your side. You only heard part of a prophecy and you acted without thinking. Not to mention your actions have greatly changed from what you claimed when a lot of us joined you.

Indeed, you created an orphanage for magical children, but you pretty much are the reason it is filled currently."

That fact struck Tom hard. He had wanted to create a magical place for the orphaned children to go. Muggles would never understand magical children. And yet Severus was correct. Daring and in need of a lesson in manners, but correct nonetheless.

He was damning children to lives without parents all for his cause. What was his cause again?

He had to stop and think about that. He had succeeded in creating a magical orphanage under the guise of Lord Slytherin, giving Slytherins a better name and reputation. His persona of Lord Voldemort was in no way connected to Slytherin. Why had he been fighting if he had achieved his plan for his life?

Dumbledore. Yes, the old man insisted upon challenging him and he had to die for such insolence! But other than ridding the world of the old fool's presence, he had no reason for the war.

That was pathetic. And he'd been 'defeated' by a child. It took that for him to see how far gone he'd been. Ridiculous.

Sirius Orion Black swayed from side to side as he tried to get his goddaughter to sleep. She'd had an exciting night.

Once he'd been cleared of all charges, he immediately got Morticia's location from Dumbledore and met the tall, blond woman that was Lily's sister. She didn't look pleasant and she actually seemed to glad to see him. Judging from what Lily had said of Petunia, she hated magic, but the woman looked too happy to see him.

Although she was dressed from head to toe in black and almost every inch of skin was covered except the area around her eyes. And she was holding Morticia in her arms, the baby equally bundled with only the head showing.

The woman gave him his goddaughter and the note that had been with her on the doorstep. Sirius swore to press charges against Dumbledore for leaving his goddaughter one a doorsteps for several hours without even a warming charm.

Petunia said farewell and closed the door quickly, leaving Sirius standing there holding little Morticia. He quickly Apparated away and back to his flat. He was going to need a House Elf, because he didn't really have the skill to raise a child on his own.

He also had to reconcile with Remus. The poor bloke wasn't the spy. Sirius had a lot to make up for, it seemed.

Lily and James smiled as Sirius transfigured his armchair into a cot for their daughter. As Sirius moved over to the Floo to make a call, the deceased parents leaned over the cot and smiled at their daughter, who giggled at them.

Lily was just glad that Morticia would be somewhere safe and wanted now.

She waved at her little girl and gaped when the baby repeated the action.

"She can see us, James."

"How?"

Lily held up a finger and trailed it in front of their daughter's face. Avada eyes followed the movement slowly.

"Do you think she also gained the Necromancer abilities of the Blacks or maybe Seer abilities?" James asked.

"I don't know, but I'm glad she can see us. It'll be like we never left."

"We'll never leave," James said firmly.

"Exactly."

A/N: Another one done. Petunia isn't the bad guy in this. Dumbles is.

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