The Spice and Un-pleasantries of Life

Missing Moment: Book 1;1.

The Dursleys finding Harry on their doorstep

By: Mi High Lover: Tenzin: Slytherin

It had been a rather normal, no nonsense day for Petunia. Dudley had learned a new word; shan't! Petunia was rather pleased with this new development and took Dudley out for some (which meant a lot!) sweets.

As Vernon came back from work she busied herself with craning her neck to see the latest gossip with Mrs Next Door. She was satisfied indeed when she heard a scream of mortification from Mrs Next Door, if the sight that came next was to be believed then Petunia had her piece to share for her weekly gossip.

She then opened the door as Vernon came through taking his coat and putting it on the coat hanger. In a way Petunia had been jealous of Lily. Lily had gotten a fairy tale romance with everything and now she was probably reveling in it.

The same old thing always happened at Number 4 Privet Drive. Petunia would stay home and look after Dudley and on weekdays Vernon would go to work. On the weekends Vernon would just lie around being lazy and not do anything much.

Petunia was shocked but rectified her shock with anger when Vernon mentioned her no good sister.

"Petunia dear, you haven't heard from your sister lately have you?"

Petunia grew angry at this, it was an unspoken agreement between her and Vernon that her sister and her no good family were not to be spoken about.

"No. Why?"

Petunia was suspicious of Vernon suddenly bringing up the subject of her sister but she shrugged it off. After all anything concerning her dratted sister certainly couldn't concern her now! Could it?

Petunia went to sleep restlessly that night unbeknownst to Vernon.

The next morning Petunia woke to hear the doorbell ring to signal that either a visitor was dropping by or the milkman had come.

Petunia screamed so loudly that it broke the soundwaves of her husband's snoring.

There on her doorstep was a baby two times smaller than her own son but reasonably healthy with a jagged scar like lightning on his face, messy black hair, but what really made her scream was the emerald green eyes that pierced her like her sister's did once.

Petunia shakily reached for the letter that had come along with the baby in the basket.

She thought frightened that just yesterday she and Vernon had been discussing the spawn her sister had had for a short time and thought maybe it was a coincidence.

Petunia Dursley did not take things like coincidences lightly. In her opinion coincidences were like magic. Made to be ignored and believed by freaks only.

The letter read this;

Dear Mrs Petunia Dursley,

An unfortunate event has occurred to do with the Lord Voldemort that your sister once told you about and it has led to the deaths of your sister Lily and her husband James. The only survivor of this attack and the killing curse is your nephew Harry. The killing curse is fatal and there is no spell to avoid it, but what I have discovered is that something protected young Harry. Love. Your sister's love for her son was so great that it saved him from dying. That was ancient magic Mrs Dursley and ancient magic has its repercussions and its requirements. I have no doubt that Voldemort will return and when that happens, I think that Harry needs to be there. The ancient magic that your sister used to protect her son will wear off if he isn't placed with a blood relative and he calls the blood relative's house home.

There are many blood wards I have placed on your house Mrs Dursley, so any Dark Arts supporters will not be able to attack anyone in your house unless 1 of the 2 conditions come to pass or be broken;

1. Harry calls your house home.

2. Harry turns seventeen.

I implore you Mrs Dursley to look after him and take care of him as he was your own son.

Sincerely,

Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore

The letter floated down to the floor as Petunia fainted. When Vernon came down the stairs later he was horrified to see a young baby boy and his unconscious wife in the hallway. He nursed his head as he spotted the letter. Once fully reading the letter, Vernon grew furious and threw the letter into the fire.

WE ARE NOT RUNNING A BLOODY ORPHANGE FOR FREAKY KIDS! He though outraged to himself.

Yet the magic part made him freeze. These hocus pocus magicians could do anything to them. Vernon sighed furiously. Unless he wanted his family to go ka-boom because of some magicians, then the boy would have to stay.

Upstairs Dudley Dursley was crying and hated being ignored by his parents but it was no use when his mother was unconscious and his father was drinking brandy. Hearing his cousin cry baby Harry started crying too.

So all in all began the life of Harry Potter at Number 4, Privet Drive, Surrey.