Albus Dumbledore didn't want to, but knew he had to take harry to the proper family. Petunia and Vernon Dursley were still up when Albus apparated on the doorstep of the Dursley home. Mistaking the 'pop' of apparition for a quick knock, Vernon Dursley went to answer the door with his ten month old son in his arms.

"Yes, hello?" Vernon greeted as he opened the portal to his quaint home. "Oh, my good man, I'm sorry to disturb you." Dumbledore said with ten month old Harry is his arms. "I'm just here to speak to Petunia."

"Yes, one minute. Come in." He opened the door wider to allow Dumbledore entrance to his abode. Dumbledore walked in and sat on the couch nearest to him. Vernon eyed Harry and began to chuckle.

"I find it quite amusing, we both have little boys in our arms. He's Dudley, my son. And you're grandson?"

"He's not my grandson." Dumbledore said solemnly. "But his name is Harry Potter."

"Potter? That's my sister-in-law's married name…" Realization dawned Vernon and he looked at Harry again, this time studying his facial features. Once Vernon figured out that this was indeed his nephew, he turned back to Dumbledore who continued to look at Vernon somberly.

"Did something happen to Lily?" He questioned.

"They're dead." Both Dumbledore and Vernon turned to where the voice emanated and found Petunia with tear-stained cheeks. Dumbledore only let his head hang, upset himself over the loss.

"Yes. Murdered. Earlier this evening."

"No…" She turned her head, composed herself, and then walked towards the couch; the knowledge of her sister's death exhausted her.

"May I?"

"I certainly hope so. He'll need to remain in your care." Petunia never took her eyes away from Harry as she responded to Dumbledore.

"No. I loved my sister, but we have our own little boy. To see my sister's eyes in her son everyday is too big a burden. He should stay with his grandfather."

"We can't seem to find him." Dumbledore said. He was perplexed that Petunia Dursley even knew about the man. "Do you know where he is?"

"Of course I do." She handed her nephew back to Dumbledore. "He's in America." He left Europe after World War I. I wondered how that man is still alive, and then I remember that he's more than just human… And more than just a wizard." Dumbledore was perplexed at what Petunia may have meant, but did not dwell on the subject. "In fact, I'll take him to Eric if you don't mind. I would like to spend just a little time with my nephew."

"The matter of Harry Potter is much more serious. He is a savior to my entire kind. I need to explain a few things to his grandfather."

"Right, well, would you like to go tonight?"

"Yes, please, if you wouldn't mind." With all said, Petunia gathered her coat, bid goodbye to Vernon, and kissed her son goodnight.

Dumbledore and Petunia stood outside a large cavernous looking house. Petunia knocked on the door and waited for a reply. A large man with dark eyes and menacing teeth opened the door.

"Victor. I need to see Eric. It concerns his son." The man just tilted his head slightly and continued to stare at Petunia. "Victor. I need to speak to… Magneto." Petunia said, this time impatiently. Victor nodded understandingly and allowed Petunia to enter. When Dumbledore tried to gain entrance, Victor stopped him by placing himself in the doorway. "It's alright, Victor, let him in." Victor made no movement to let Dumbledore in.

"Yes, Victor, let him in." All turned to see an older man, nowhere near as old as Dumbledore, walk towards them. The way he'd emphasized Victor's name was in a patronizing manor. "His name is Sabretooth, dear, try to remember that."

"Eric, I have grave news." A small smile played on Eric's face.

"What could possibly be grave? The fact that you can't seem to remember that my name is Magneto? Damn it dear, stop calling me Eric."

"James is dead." Magneto's smirk disappeared. "So is Lily. This is their son. My nephew. This is your grandson." Magneto looked at the boy that Dumbledore carried and tenderly took him from his arms.

"My grandson?"

"Yes, your grandson."

"How is it my son and daughter-in-law are dead?"

"Voldemort." Magneto looked up at the speaker. "He was killed by Harry, here. After an attempt on his life after killing Lily and James, it backfired and subsequently killed him instead."

"So there's no chance that I can avenge my own son?"

"It would seem… that Harry has avenged his father first." Magneto looked down at the bundle of joy and let a smile grace his features. But the truth was that seeing this boy was making his heart sink. Cold-hearted man that he is, he was lost without his son.

"There is no where else, uh –"

"Harry"

"Yes, Harry, can go?"

Petunia piped up. "No. He can stay with me. We have a boy of our own."

"Fine. I will take him."

"There's just a few things, "Dumbledore said before Eric could ask them to leave, "that I need to get out the way." Hearing no objection, Dumbledore continued. "When young Harry turns eleven, he will attend a school that I run, Hogwarts School for Witchcraft and Wizardry. Harry Potter is a savior to my kind. Here are some things that were left for him by his parents. This locket and these rings. When he comes of age, he will be allowed his inheritance. Until then, there is already an account set up for him at Gringotts, I believe."

"I have everything he might need."

AN: I know it's short, but I'm losing inspiration fast... AND I need a beta :|