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Strange Phonomenom and Emerald Remembrances

Chapter One: That Night

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On this night of October 31st many things have occured like they have so many times before in all the universes. Men and women in strange clothing streamed the streets celebrating some unknown event that has transpired, and making real spectacles of themselves. Scientifically unexplainable events were witnissed in the celestial body's of the sky. Even the animals began to behave outside of their normal parameters, such as flocks of owls covering the skies in broad daylight. And, in a small quiet little hamlet, a dark presence was repelled by the most unlikely of sources. A small one year old child's life was forever changed in the moment, his fate irrevocably altered to one of great destiny.

As in most realities the child was then taken away from his shattered home by a man of abnormal height and carried to a new home with his only other living relatives. All in all the events preceeding had occured as most expect and would logically follow through untill its end, but in this reality something was decidedly different that would lead to a life totally unexpected.

There was a time when she would be asleep right now, both her and her husband. Alas, that was before childbirth, not that she begrudged it to her baby any. Petunia Dursley and her husband Vernon Dursley greatly enjoyed every moment of parenting they could manage. She loved her little Dudley with a great passion and couldn't wait untill another baby could be born to further fuss over and love. My precious little dudders, such a sweet li'l baby. "Vernon, is the milk ready yet dear?" Petunia and Vernon were up fixing Dudley's bottle from when he had woken them up during the night.

Vernon, a well off man with a firm position in life, looked towards his wife with some fondness. "Only a few more minutes." as he waited by the stove for the milk to be heated up enough for the baby to drink, his eyelids drooped some despite himself. He had been working overtime lately to work on getting a promotion so they could buy a better house. Not that their current house was bad or anything, it is just that they had been living on No. 4 Privett drive since before the marriage and felt the need to get a better home for their children. A real sign of prosperity is buying another home, a home of our own. Not this relic Petunia's relatives left her. "Okay dear, the milk's warm, bring 'em in here."

After feeding her baby, they were about to return to bed, when there was a loud knocking on the front door. Petunia looked to her husband in foreboding and said, "Who could that be at this hour? It's half past twelve, it is.", she said while looking to the grandfather clock in the corner.

Seeing his dear wife upset and worrying caused Vernon his own fair share of agitation. "I'll go answer the door, just stay behind me.", he said as he walked over to the cupboard under the stairs and carefully pulled out his steel umbrella. With his precious wife safely behind his massive protective girth, he placed his left hand on the doorknob while raising his right hand up like a bobby with a belayin pin. Flinging open the door wide, he scanned the area in a tense silence whilst giving the umbrella a white knuckled grip in preperation for some sudden attack. Seeing no one there he started relaxing, then almost tripped over something sitting on his front step. Innocently sitting there was a baby basket with a baby inside and no clue as to how it got there.

"What in the world?", Vernon exclaimed as he bent down to get a closer look at the bundle. Is that a baby in there? After peering in closely he could determine that it was indeed a baby, sleeping peacefully. Cute little fellow... I wonder whose he is. Sighting a letter on top of the blanket he read it outloud, "Mr. Vernon Dursley & Mrs. Petunia Dursley, No.4 Privet Drive, Front Step... Petunia dear, I think you should see this.

Handing over the letter to his wife as she came over still holding Dudley, he stood off to the side watching the myriad of emotions traverse over her face. From disgust, to anger, horror, pity, puzzlement, outrage, fear, and then finally settling on thoughtfulness.