Lily Evans Potter was the proud mother of two beautiful, powerful and important of all happy babies… operational word being WAS. It was only a day after the attack on her house, which claimed the lives of her best friend and sister, Alexis Jasmine Black (nee Evans) who, contrary to popular belief, was actually a witch and not a muggle, like everybody else was adamant to believe. But Lily never felt the stabbing pain of losing her sister… but being famous was almost like a drug, she forgot everything about her 'previous life', and by previous life I mean she forgot about everybody except James and her little son, the boy-who-lived, but now…

One morning she woke up and remembered that she had another child, another mouth to feed, another insignificant human. A squib, nobody in the this world of hers, the only person that she could think of to take care of her- the child was her muggle sister, Petunia, who would probably be more able to look after an abnormality like Harry.

And so it happened, Lily took the towel from her en-suite bathroom and wrapped him in the towel; which according to her was too good for the abnormality which WAS her son. She then went back into her room to to quickly write a letter, and when I say quickly I literally mean like within under a minute, shoving the letter in an envelope and putting it under the child's shirt.

James walked in to find a frantic Lily trying to calm the squib down.

"Flower, what are you doing with IT?" James asked, rather appalled that his Lily-Flower was touching IT.

"Jamie, I think I know what would be best for our family. I think that sending Harry- I mean IT to Petunia would be a good idea; I mean Petunia would be able to look after IT better than us and she would be able to provide IT with a future. What would you and I, the Lord and Lady of an Ancient Magical House, do with a disgrace like that?"

The Lily Evans of two years ago would never in her life look down on the New and 'Improved' Lillian Lee Potter. Even the best of people fold under the pressure of publicity, and Lily was all too comfortable in her new life… being addressed as Lady Potter, being married to her dream husband, having the perfect child (obviously not Harry), living in a mansion in the countryside… what more could a girl want?

Lily used to dream of this type of life when she was younger, but after she realized that in the magical world she would never get very far, being a muggleborn, until James appeared… giving her a grand opening into the magical world. The Potters arranged for Lily to be blood adopted by an old pureblood family that never had children, thus cancelling out her 'impure' blood and making her a 'pureblood' in theory.

Lily Potter arrived on the front porch of Number Four Privet Drive with a telltale 'pop' that signaled apparition, a magical type of transportation. Lily, with baby in arms, knocked on the door and waited a few seconds, before a beefy fat man answered the door.

"Whatever you got, we aren't buying." Vernon said in an almost perfected precision.

"Oh my, Vernon, don't you recognize me? Lily Evans, Tunia's sister."

Vernon pulled a chameleon on himself and immediately turned a horrible shade of pink, then purple, then blue and finally something that resembled green. He grabbed Lily by the wrist and thrust her into the house hoping that the neighbors didn't see hide or hair of his freakish sister-in-law.

"Well, freak, what do you want? Did your good for nothing husband finally come to his senses and kick you out? Because this is definitely not a social call, now is it?" Petunia Evans always had a sharp tongue, even when she was a child, and she never held back or bit her tongue, oh heavens no, she spoke her mind when and where she liked.

"I've come to ask you a… favor. As you know, or don't know, I had twins and one of them was born like you, normal. And we can't keep him in our world, he would be an outcast and he would be shunned for what he is." Lily pleaded with Petunia.

Petunia looked as if she was mentally debating with herself. She weighed out the pro's and con's and the only good thing she could think of was using Harry as a valid reason for a Tax Write Off, stating that they needed all the money that they could get, seeing that their demented nephew had to get very expensive meds. Petunia grabbed the child from Lily's grip and looked her in the eyes.

"Mark my words Lillian; I will treat this child like the scum his parents are. I will take out all my frustrations out on this child and he will grow to hate you and your choices. All I can hope is that he commits suicide before he becomes anything like his disgraceful parents. Now get out of my house before I call the police."


"Very touching story Vernon. If I had a slight bit of conscience, I might have let you live… but you are one too many ties to my previous life. I am your judge, your jury and your attorney. Vernon Joshua Dursley, I find you guilty of various cases of child abuse, various attempted murder charges and child extortion, and I hereby sentence you to death on the twenty-fourth of July Nineteen Ninety One at precisely One Fifty-two in the morning, any final words Mister Vernon Joshua Dursley, of Number Four Privet Drive, Little Whining, Surrey, before I act upon my verdict?"

"Please spare Dudley, he never did anything. I'm sorry for the life you had to live…"

Harry lunged at him, stabbing him in the neck again and again, repeatedly. Vernon, at first looked shocked, but then he finally made peace with his verdict. He was a dead man the minute he first laid his fat fingers on Harry. Blood was pouring from his neck and Harry was in no particular rush to get up.

Harry went to his late aunt and late uncle's cupboard and went to the all too familiar safe, where he knew Vernon and Petunia always hid their wallets and purses at night, apparently they were hiding them from the 'freaks' reach, but everybody else knew what was going on… they were actually hiding their money from Dudley, who had already started stealing when he was around about six years old.

Harry opened the door and quickly located the safe's keys from under his aunt's underwear (very original hiding place) and put the key in the safe's door. After unlocking the safe, Harry found that there was far more than he expected. Harry took out a box with what seemed to be old paper and put it down on the ground to inspect later. Harry took as many hundred pound notes as his pockets could stuff in and he continued to search the safe until, at the far back, he found his uncle's .45 Magnum Pistol, which he held cautiously in his hand, feeling the weight of the gun, this might come in handy some or other time.

Harry grabbed one of his uncles hiking backpacks, which were only used once mind you, and started stuffing everything he stole into it. He saved the box with the old paper for last, and carefully put it on top of his aunt's jewelry box, which was on top of the money he stole with the gun. Harry was leaving tonight… come hell or high water but by the end of tonight he would no longer be a resident of Number Four Privet Drive.

It was then that Harry got up off the floor an hour later and decided to leave poor ickle Duddikins for a few more years until Harry could get at least a bit of fun out of him. Harry made no effort to muffle his footsteps anymore. Harry walked to Dudley's room, where he unlocked the door and went inside the room.

Dudley was up in no time, and Harry looked at him with no emotion or facial expression. Dudley looked horrified. Call it a change of heart if you will, Harry was not about to refuse a dead man his wish… Harry would give Dudley a fair chance of redemption.

"You have until the eve of your fourteenth birthday to prove your worth to me Dudley Vernon Dursley. I will always be watching you. Farewell my cousin. Remember one thing for future reference… I am your judge, your jury, your attorney and your executioner…"

Harry turned on his heel and left the room, leaving a very horrified Dudley Dursley in his room, pondering what his cousin meant with his last wiped the blood from the knife off on his shirt while he was walking to his cupboard- I mean room, to change into his best Sunday clothing, he couldn't go out looking like a he had just murdered somebody… Harry put on the only clothing that the Dursleys bought for him that were actually new. Every year they would buy him one new outfit that was solely meant for church since they couldn't have the freak going to church looking like the antichrist… What would the neighbors say?

Harry made his way out of the front door with absolutely no reluctance. He was finally free of the weight of the Dursleys' and he was going to the first place he ever he wanted to go to... London.

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