a/n Again—all hail the mighty BastsCleopatra. I am not worthy of your greatness. I'm sorry this took so long to get up. I tried to write Harry again, and wouldn't ya know, it's the most difficult thing I've ever tried to do. How do babies think? I dunno. Maybe I'll switch to a dream sequence/flash back thingie where he sees what happens through someone else (PLEASE leave opinions in the form of reviews on this idea). I think after this I'll do Mrs. Weasley. Dunno. NE-hoo, on with the show!

POV #9—Petunia Dursley

Oh, I'm so tired. I really don't want to get out of bed yet… Dudley's crying, though, I suppose I should go and make sure that my angel is alright. I think he's hungry. He has such an appetite, my darling boy.

Vernon is acting quite odd this morning. Muttering about odd happenings. I wonder what he's on about. Nothing odd ever happens in our neighborhood. We're quite normal. Everything is normal. Stop it, Petunia, you're overreacting. He's probably just preoccupied with work. Yes, that'll be it. He's so busy these days, working over-time, trying to get that promotion.

Yes, Duddy's just hungry. Poor thing. I wonder how long he's been crying? Here, love, just sit in your high chair while Mummy fixes breakfast for you. Eggs, bacon, milk… Where in heaven's name is the milk?

Oh, that's right, it was supposed to get dropped off this morning. It doesn't look as if he's been by so far. It's revolting how slow that blasted milk man is. Here I am, trying to make my darling baby boy breakfast and there is nothing for him to drink. I suppose I could make him formula, but it just isn't the same.

Vernon is still muttering. What is the problem with that man this morning? Vernon never talks to himself—I'm overreacting again. I have to stop. Think about something else. Formula, where's the formula?

Who's at the door? Oh, it's the wretched milk man. Why is he ringing the bell? And why is he holding a baby?

What does he want? No, this can't be right. A baby left on our doorstep? Oh, how very kind, they left us a letter. Fine, I'll take him, leave the milk on the doorstep. What does this letter say?

You stay here with Vernon while I see who dumped you here— What in the name of heaven… My sister… She's dead… Husband, too. Murdered? And they're dumping her brat with me?

Oh, Lily, I'll never forgive you for this. Getting yourself into such a mess that your baby gets dumped with me? I should get rid of—

His life is at stake? I'm the only one who can protect him… Some ancient magic, something about my blood…

Still, though, he's just a baby. I know I don't like any of their lot, but I can't just let him die. Mother and Father would never forgive me…

Looks like another mouth to feed, Vernon.

a/n This would have been up earlier, but aparantly I did something illegal by using lyrics and disclaiming them. Along with, probably, six million other authors. Isn't the point of fanfiction taking stuff that's not yours and elaborating on it? Guess we should disable the whole site. (grumbles and flips the bird to the ass hole administrators) Shit heads. Speaking of disclaimers, I don't put them in my stories because (if thedumbasses were smart enough to look), I have one massive disclaimer to everything on my profile page, and it's actually pretty funny. Click my name link to see! "Bye bye, you dancing girls!" Oh, wait. That's a quote from Phantom of the Opera. Maybe I shouldn't say that. IT'S NOT MINE! IT'S WEBBER'S! Bitches. R/R! Love ya! Kisses! (moons the administrators that may be reading this story, then reminds them when they go to remove it that the author is an American citizen with voting rights. Go ahead--bust up the first ammendment to the Constitution of these United States of America. Not like it matters. Yeah. I'm not peeved at all. Nooooooooooooo. Not even a little bit...)