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Vernon was still reeling from last night's bombshell and the disturbing news that his sister-in-law, Lily, was in fact a witch. He was awoken - from his third successive nightmare involving Lily (whom he had never met before, but he could see Petunia with a large crooked nose and green skin) shooting bright jets of light from a magic wand in all directions turning his neighbours into various putrid animals and cackling loudly – by a loud piercing scream, he rolled over and his alarm clock informed him that it was far too early for such behaviour and he wondered what on earth the neighbours would think, and in his half-awake half-asleep daze he threw on his dressing gown, and went downstairs. He saw Petunia standing on the front door step, and as he neared the bottom he saw a large white linen bundle on the first step, at first he thought it was a dead cat, not his of course, but one of the neighbours' as many of them owned a cat or in some cases two. He soon realised that in fact there was a very young child, who had been lying there. Petunia jumped quite suddenly, when she felt her husbands hand on her shoulders as they stared at the baby with the large scar. They were disturbed from their thinking by Dudley's loud screams which were followed quickly by the new baby who had been woken.
"Oh for goodness sake, Petunia, bring the boy inside before the neighbours hear" Vernon said angrily but not trying to raise his voice. Petunia carried the bundle into the kitchen, and Vernon shut the door behind her, wondering what on earth was going on.
Petunia gently unravelled the sheets as if unwrapping a present slowly, she took the baby out, which had blatantly done something horrible within his nappy. She took the letter, addressed to her, and she also found several photographs and even several newspaper cuttings. Although, these photographs and newspaper cuttings had the ability to move and this baffled the pair yet again. Once the two had calmed the pair of young boys, Petunia and Vernon both sat down at the kitchen table, and with trembling hands Petunia began to open the envelope.
The untidy scrawl upon the parchment which the couple had rarely seen, read:
Dear Petunia and Vernon Dursley,
I am sorry to inform you, if you did not already know, of the tragedy that unfolded last night at your sister Lily's house. She, and her husband James Potter, were brutally murdered…
It was hard to read the handwriting as parts of the ink had been smudged and blotched by the tears of the sender.
…by a dark force referred to as He Who Must Not Be Named, as you are not of the wizarding world, I should not strictly speaking be informing you of this, but he went to the house where your sister and her family lived. James was killed first, Harry, the baby, was to be next but bravely Lily sacrificed her own life to save his, alas this was all in vein as the Dark Lord, turned upon the baby anyway, but the spell to kill backfired off the baby's head (forming the scar) and killing the wizard who cast the original spell. Although orphaned, Harry will surely become a hero amongst the wizarding world and no doubt he will become a successful wizard. Please look after him as you are his last remaining family.
Yours truly,
Professor Albus Dumbledore, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
Meanwhile, outside, although nobody witnessed this act, a large tabby cat, vanished into thin air, its task was complete.
Back within the four walls of 6 Privet Drives, Vernon and Petunia Dursley stared at the baby, with amazement after what they had just read.