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Chapter One

The Strange Feeling

Four month old Diana Dursley woke up the middle of the night. Unlike most babies would, she didn't cry for a milk bottle, but instead was silent.

Even as a baby, she could sense something was happening. Diana had always been a little off as a baby.

Even though she was a four month old infant, Diana found herself floating outside of her mum and dad's room and down the stairs, and stopped at the door.

There was muffled voices coming from outside, but Diana understood none of it. She didn't understand anything that was happening. She just awoke because she had a strange feeling.

"Well, that's that. We have no business staying here. We may as well go and join the celebrations."

"Yeah. I'd best get this bike away. G'night Professor McGonagall - Professor Dumbledore, sir."

"I shall see you soon, I expect, Professor McGonagall."

There was the sound of someone blowing their nose, and a swishy sound. There was dead silence, until at last someone whispered, "Good luck, Harry."

There was a roar of an engine, and Diana suddenly wailed loudly.

Petunia and Vernon, Diana's mother and father, came rushing done immediately, and were shocked to find their daughter right next to the door.

"Vernon, how did Diana get there?" exclaimed Petunia worriedly.

"Might be burglars," Vernon growled. "Someone must've been trying to break in to our house!"

"Go and check outside, Vernon," Petunia said faintly. "Bring your rifle."

Vernon stomped up the stairs to go get his rifle from the attic, and Petunia was alone with Diana.

"My little angel," whispered Petunia. "I don't know how you got down here, but you must stop scaring me like that."

Vernon came back with his rifle, and opened the door, but to his immense shock, there was nothing but a baby lying on the doorstep.

"V-Vernon," Petunia said shakily, "who is that?"

Vernon picked up a letter and said, "It's to you, Petunia."

Petunia gave Vernon Diana, and opened the letter. What it said must've displeased her, as she scowled when she was finished.

"It's my sister's son, Harry James Potter," she said bitterly. "I have to take him in."

Petunia leaned down, picked up Harry and looked disgustedly at him.

"Listen, boy," snarled Vernon. "I won't tolerate any nonsense from you! You better behave yourself, or it'll be the belt! Understand?!"

Harry started wailing, he didn't understand Vernon, he was just a baby after all.

"We'll stamp the freakishness out of him, Petunia," promised Vernon. "Eleven years from now and he won't know himself. I promise with my life. Now let's get back to bed."

Petunia said, "But where will the boy sleep? We can't have him stealing Dudley or Diana's room."

Vernon looked around the room before his eyes settled on the cupboard under the stairs.

"In there," he decided. "We won't have to bother with him until morning."

Petunia put Harry in the cupboard under the stairs, before she, Vernon and Diana went back to bed.

Before they went back upstairs, Diana glanced at Harry, and their shared emerald eyes met. Little did Diana know that the reason she woke up was because she sensed the presence of another magical child.