The morning that Harry Potter was left on their doorsteps, Vernon Dursley
was awakened by a loud shriek from his wife, getting the milk bottles from
the front porch.
"Vernon!" she screamed. Groaning, Vernon turned and rolled over in bed. What was the matter with her? Couldn't decent people around here get some sleep? But he knew that whatever his wife was screaming about, it was probably important, and she would be after him if he didn't get up soon. So he got up.
Blinking, Vernon crawled out of bed and walked downstairs. He saw his wife standing there in the middle of the front door staring at some. She was still apparently shocked.
"Erhm, Petunia dear?" he tried.
Petunia didn't move. He moved closer, and saw a baby in a cradle lying on the doorsteps. It was a boy, wailing for his milk. But what was so strange about him, Vernon noted, was the mark of a lightning-shaped scar on his forehead.
"It's the Potters," voiced Petunia softly.
"Pardon, what did you say?"
"The Potters."
"What?"
"Vernon, for heavens sake, it's Harry, my sister's son!" Petunia finally screamed out.
He could only gape.
"Well, then! All we have to do is give it away!" he thundered.
Her expression turned to one of incredulous disbelief as she glared at him sternly.
"No."
"B-b-but!" he stuttered. "IT'S A FREAK!"
"Well, we've got to stamp some magic out of him sometime, of course," she replied. "After all, this boy is my sister's son, despite her abnormality."
Petunia then proceeded to carry the cradle inside, leaving a very bewildered and disgruntled husband.
"At least we're not going to get another one tomorrow", he muttered darkly. Little did he know how false that really was.
***
It was the morning after the Dursleys had discovered Harry Potter. Vernon Dursley woke up that day feeling refreshed, but immediately remembered the events of the other day and became angered quite a bit again when he finally realized that Harold- or something (he could never get the name right, as if he cared) was in his house too.
Suddenly, there was a shriek coming from the front porch of his home.
Vernon groaned. Was he to be tormented with a scream from his wife every single morning now? She had done the same thing when their nephew had been found.
"What is it, Petunia!" he yelled.
In reply he got a very exasperated yell of "VERNON!"
Like the day before, Vernon also decided to go and investigate. He managed to lumber across the hall and down the stairs, where he was greeted by a very shocked wife staring at a cradle.
"What!" Vernon bellowed, blinking hysterically.
He quickly rubbed his eyes, but the cradle that he saw in front of him was no illusion. A live baby, woken by his wife's cry, was crying softly.
"P-Pe-Petunia!" he sputtered. "What- Please, No, not another long lost freak!" he could only moan.
Suddenly, something shiny caught his eye. He reached forward, thrust his hands inside the cradle, and was rewarded with a handful of golden coins. Vernon's lumpy face immediately turned upwards into a smile. "Petunia!" he cried. "We're rich, we're rich!"
So it was then that Draco Salazar Malfoy Riddle, along with Harry James Potter, became part of the family. The ignorant Dursleys, who refused to read the letter that was sent to them carefully, called him Draco Potter.
"Vernon!" she screamed. Groaning, Vernon turned and rolled over in bed. What was the matter with her? Couldn't decent people around here get some sleep? But he knew that whatever his wife was screaming about, it was probably important, and she would be after him if he didn't get up soon. So he got up.
Blinking, Vernon crawled out of bed and walked downstairs. He saw his wife standing there in the middle of the front door staring at some. She was still apparently shocked.
"Erhm, Petunia dear?" he tried.
Petunia didn't move. He moved closer, and saw a baby in a cradle lying on the doorsteps. It was a boy, wailing for his milk. But what was so strange about him, Vernon noted, was the mark of a lightning-shaped scar on his forehead.
"It's the Potters," voiced Petunia softly.
"Pardon, what did you say?"
"The Potters."
"What?"
"Vernon, for heavens sake, it's Harry, my sister's son!" Petunia finally screamed out.
He could only gape.
"Well, then! All we have to do is give it away!" he thundered.
Her expression turned to one of incredulous disbelief as she glared at him sternly.
"No."
"B-b-but!" he stuttered. "IT'S A FREAK!"
"Well, we've got to stamp some magic out of him sometime, of course," she replied. "After all, this boy is my sister's son, despite her abnormality."
Petunia then proceeded to carry the cradle inside, leaving a very bewildered and disgruntled husband.
"At least we're not going to get another one tomorrow", he muttered darkly. Little did he know how false that really was.
***
It was the morning after the Dursleys had discovered Harry Potter. Vernon Dursley woke up that day feeling refreshed, but immediately remembered the events of the other day and became angered quite a bit again when he finally realized that Harold- or something (he could never get the name right, as if he cared) was in his house too.
Suddenly, there was a shriek coming from the front porch of his home.
Vernon groaned. Was he to be tormented with a scream from his wife every single morning now? She had done the same thing when their nephew had been found.
"What is it, Petunia!" he yelled.
In reply he got a very exasperated yell of "VERNON!"
Like the day before, Vernon also decided to go and investigate. He managed to lumber across the hall and down the stairs, where he was greeted by a very shocked wife staring at a cradle.
"What!" Vernon bellowed, blinking hysterically.
He quickly rubbed his eyes, but the cradle that he saw in front of him was no illusion. A live baby, woken by his wife's cry, was crying softly.
"P-Pe-Petunia!" he sputtered. "What- Please, No, not another long lost freak!" he could only moan.
Suddenly, something shiny caught his eye. He reached forward, thrust his hands inside the cradle, and was rewarded with a handful of golden coins. Vernon's lumpy face immediately turned upwards into a smile. "Petunia!" he cried. "We're rich, we're rich!"
So it was then that Draco Salazar Malfoy Riddle, along with Harry James Potter, became part of the family. The ignorant Dursleys, who refused to read the letter that was sent to them carefully, called him Draco Potter.