When Mrs. Petunia Dursley opened the door on the morning of November 1st, she was not expecting the small baby on her porch where the milk should have been. She shrieked at an ungodly pitch and yelled for her husband to come, suddenly aware of eyes in the windows of the neighbouring houses. Vernon, her husband, came and picked up the basket. The overweight man scowled at the small pest that had forced him out of bed so early in the morning. He practically slammed the fragile basket on the table, waking the fragile baby and startling him badly. Petunia sneered as she realised just who it was. Her freak of a sister's son: Harry Potter.

Then she noticed the letter. Petunia quickly scanned the neatly written letter. Her face contorted in anger. The nerve of that old coot!

This is Harry, your nephew. In the world we come from, there has been a devastating war. Unfortunately, your sister and her husband both passed away last night by the hand of the Dark Lord. Your home is the only option to keep young Harry safe and cared for. I expect you to do well. If you do, you shall receive a small stipend for taking care of the Saviour of the Wizarding World.

~ Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore

Suddenly, she barked at Vernon to give her the keys to the car, further startling the baby on the wood surface. He started crying softly, and Vernon roared at the freak to shut up. Amazingly, he did. Petunia's eyes widened in horror, then frosted over. She snatched the keys from her husband's meaty hand, roughly grabbed the basket, and stormed out the door. She shoved the vessel into the back seat and started off down the road in almost a frenzy.

Good for nothing freaks. Can't even take care of one of their own. Horrible Dumbledore for daring to disturb our nice, normal family.

Petunia stopped at an alley several tens of miles from her home. She took the basket out of the car and nearly tossed it on the grimy ground of the trash filled alley. She sneered once more and said nothing but "good riddance" towards the baby, then briskly turned around, got back in the car, and left the now twice abandoned Harry Potter.

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The wards surrounding Orion Sirrah's alley alerted her that something- or someone- had entered it. She walked outside of her small house in the very back, and her eyes immediately fell to the basket with the crying baby on the disgusting ground. This poor child who had only been left minutes before. Orion's eyes filled with tears once she realised that this small child had been left for dead, with obvious malnourishment and probable hypothermia.

Orion's shadow fell upon the basket and Harry looked up at the stranger. His tears stopped, finding comfort in the soft eyes of the woman. His intelligent green eyes met her own violet ones. He cooed slightly, and wriggled in the tattered blanket he was haphazardly swaddled in. She picked up this mysterious child, noting how cold he felt even through the thin blanket. Following that, she then noticed the bright red scar on his tiny forehead, tiny pinpricks of blood seeping through. Though it had been only one day, the entire Wizarding World knew of the Potters' demise and the fate of the Dark Lord.

"Well, young Mister Potter, I suppose you are now mine. Though I have no idea why someone would leave such a beautiful babe here. We must get you taken care of." Orion smiled gently down at the baby. Using wandless magic, she transfigured the ratty blanket into a warm fuzzy one. She nuzzled his forehead with her nose and Apparated away.

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Orion arrived at the outskirts of Diagon Alley, and swept through the Leaky Cauldron, heading to Gringotts Wizarding Bank, and quickly strode inside. She approached the desk and spoke quietly to the goblin.

"This is Harry Potter. I am Orion Sirrah and I need help. Take the blood tests you need. But we need help. Please."

"We shall need to take the tests to prove your identity, but come with me, and we will provide protection as needed until we have our results. My name is Grimclaw." The short creature growled in her direction.

Soon, the older woman and her new charge were brought into a large room. At the head of the only table in the room, was a rather old looking goblin. She bowed low, holding Harry close to her, and greeted the King.

"Explain how you came upon the Saviour of the Wizarding World, please, Madam Sirrah."

Orion explained how she had just found the tiny human in such a state in the front of her house. They discussed some more and further into certain things and after about an hour, they were brought back to reality by the soft cry from the bundle of blanket. King Ragnok snapped and Grimclaw stood immediately.

"Bring healing potions for the child. We will assess which ones he needs." Grimclaw bowed and left. Five minutes passed and he reentered the room, short arms holding a bag.

Blood tests were drawn up and carefully looked at, including a diagnostic test.

Harry James Potter

Age: 1

Sex: Male

Species: Wizard

Parents: James Potter, Lily Potter (nee Evans)

Godparents: Sirius Black, Severus Snape

Core: Dark

Potions and Spells: Compulsion, Magic Restrictor, Intelligence Inhibitor, Malnourishment, Horcrux

Magical Guardian: Unnamed.

Ailments: Malnourishment, Hunger, Hypothermia, Pneumonia, Sleep Deprivation, Bruises.

Everyone in the room looked at the short parchment in utter shock. Orion cried into the bundled child and held him tightly to her chest. After a few minutes, King Ragnok cleared his throat and explained that at that moment they could not perform a blood adoption as the child was too young and it would strain his barely manifesting magical core.

"In a few years however, it may be possible. First, we need to figure out who cast these onto young Heir Potter, and then remove them as quickly as possible. It may cause permanent effects if left untreated."

Orion nodded. Breathing deeply, she asked, "How old does he have to be before we can perform the ritual?"

"That depends on his Core. Keep an eye on it, and every six months, come in and we will check on the young Heir." Grimclaw answered.

"Is there a way for me to access his vaults? I do not currently have the means to take care of him properly. And I know removing these issues will cost me as well." Orion added after she dipped her head in acceptance.

"You may only access the vault if you will sign these papers in your blood stating you will be his magical guardian, as the Potter's left no wills and you are currently the one in possession of their child."

Potions were fed to Harry to fix the physical ailments riddling his tiny body. A deep cleanser removed the pneumonia and hypothermia, a balm removed the bruises, and a few nourishment potions were given to help his weight. Soon he fell asleep, feeling much better.

With all the proper documents filled out, Orion was granted a bag charmed to be weightless and bottomless. Orion found that the goblins were as smart as rumoured and did not leave any loopholes within their paperwork. She found that if she had come into possession of Harry without a pure intention of adopting him, she would have been severely injured by Magic.

Leaving Harry in the capable hands of the goblins for a short moment, she sped down the tracks to the famous Potter vault.

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