Prompt from TikTok: What if Harry was raised at Hogwarts? (Will add user when I can remember)
The way I shall begin this story is known among the generations, perhaps, even, known to time itself. Once upon a time, in a galaxy far far away… No. Mr. and Mrs. Dursley, of number four, Privet Drive were proud to say that they were perfectly normal, thank you very much. They were the last people you'd expect to be involved in anything strange or mysterious, because they just didn't hold with such nonsense. This changed the early November morning Mrs. Petunia Dursley let out a shriek when she went to get the milk bottles. Instead of finding the milk bottles, she found a small baby and a letter. I suppose anyone should have expected shock from finding a child on your front step, but a small tabby cat did not expect for the blonde haired lady to turn on her heel and slam the door. The tabby cat, whom Mr. Vernon Dursley had seen the day before, slunk up to the bundle and with a sharp crack, both the cat and child were gone. Neither Mr. or Mrs. Dursley, nor their little tyke Dudley ever heard from the child, nor the cat again.
Now, how could a cat ever contact someone? Quite simply, the cat was not a cat. Only, she was a cat, but she was human as well. Professor Minerva McGonagall, Transfiguration teacher and Deputy Headmistress of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry had just, technically, kidnapped a child; and she found she did not care.
"Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore!" An odd, old man flinched at the thick, angry Scottish brogue cutting through the air as a stern looking woman stormed into his office; an odd bundle, familiar to him though it was, clutched in an arm toward her chest.
"Minerva, what can I do for you, my dear?"
"Don't you DARE "dear" me, ye good for nothing old bampot! Ye told me Harry would be safe! I told ye they were the worst sort of muggles imaginable! That Lily would have NEVER wanted Harry to go to them, not after all they did to her and James! And ye leave him on the front doorstep! And Petunia, she leaves the poor lad on the doorstep like the trash in the morning! And ye have the GALL to call ME dear? You're lucky I stayed behind. He could have died there, in the cold! He could have been…" The woman broke down into hysterical sobs, clutching the babe to her chest. Little Harry began to bawl, the noise of Grandma Minnie awakening him. Albus sat there, dumbfounded, waiting for the two to quiet down. It took quite a bit of time, but finally Minerva was sitting down, tea in one hand, Harry in the other.
"We can raise him, you know. There's enough of us here all year. Poppy, Pomona, Filius, Hagrid and I, you know how much we all loved them, how often we visited before they went into hiding. We can protect him far more than those miserable muggles. He can stay in my quarters, when we're all teaching I'm sure the house elves and Hagrid would take him, or you could too. Please, Albus. I won't pretend to know how you thought what you did was a good idea. I would say Remus could take care of him, but we both know he won't. He'd feel so guilty if something happened, he's already so distraught. If he wants to care for him later on, we'll revisit. Come now, Albus, think about it."
"Minerva, Harry will only be safe with his aunt, the shared blood will keep him safe from the Dark Lord and his allies. Surely you can understand why he cannot stay here?"
Albus was trying to explain 'blood wards', things that would never hold and had likely never existed.
"You walloper! Blood wards could never exist between the two. When Lily and Petunia had their worst fight, the last time they saw each other, Lily ensured the bloodline would split with them. She used a rithal, a dark one as far as I know, to create the Evans line, which Petunia remains a part of, and the Elspeth line, that Lily started. Any and all relations Lily and Petunia shared died that day. Lily told me, the only way to fix it would be for Harry to reach his 17th birthday, and decides that Petunia has met a specific list of behaviors, after at least half a year of knowing her."
The Raptae Sanguinem ritual, Albus thought as his face went as white as snow, switching fabulously rapidly to a violent maroon. Doing that ritual, if it went wrong, it could have killed the two of them, or driven them mad. Or only one of them, like with… "W-Well, if that is the case, I suppose he needs to stay, doesn't… doesn't he? I find it prudent for us to hold a staff meeting tonight to discuss how this could work. I shall cover your classes for today, to allow you time to get Harry settled in. I believe Gringotts will allow you into the Potter vault, I shall send them a letter to explain the situation."
Minerva had never seen Albus so shaken, rarely had his face ever conveyed such agony.
Minerva nodded her head, as she made her way to the door.
"Thank you, Albus. Thank you. I… I'm thankful for you allowing this."
The old man nodded, and the woman left him to his thoughts. From the edge of the grounds, a crack is heard, and all is normal once more.
A/N: Stay tuned for chapter two. I just wanted to note that I am going to try to fix my update schedule. I've been working on beta reading a story for someone, and I've been working through a massive writer's block, which I know is no excuse for being gone as long as I have. I'll try to update one story at least once a week. I'm also considering updating another work, but I want to get a head start on re-writing The Moonshadows That Hold Us before I start another WIP. Thank you all so much for reading!