A/N: Thanks for the reviews :) And just to clarify, the A.V. I'm using for years stands for "After Voldemort" since I don't want to mess with actual years.

Chapter 2: In Which Petunia Gets A Crash Course In Babies

It was a half an hour before Petunia heard a polite knock at the door. 'Mrs. Cully, thank goodness' she thought, turning to the baby. She never did spend too much time learning about how to take care of babies. She had always figured she'd have months of pregnancy to learn and buy everything. Now she was regretting that idea more and more.

"Well, Harry, here we go. And... And try not to do that... Stuff... in front of Mrs. Cully" and with that, Petunia grabbed the baby, cradling it in her arms and went to the door.

"Miss Evans, it was delightful when you called me. Ah, and this must be the little man," Mrs. Cully practically cooed, parading into the house with a diaper bag in tow and a 12 year old daughter and then continued," Okay, Susan, here's the diaper bag, here's little Harry. Miss Evans should have some of her famous leftovers in her fridge. You know all the phone numbers? Good. Well, we'll be back by supper."

Mrs. Cully took the baby out of Petunia's arms and gave him to Susan Cully, and then grabbed Petunia and her purse, which was conveniently close by and then paraded out the door. It was the first time in her life that Petunia was struck speechless. She idly wondered what other 'firsts' she'd be doing now that she had a child to look after.

And while Mrs. Cully and Ms. Evans were out shopping, Harry and Susan were getting acquainted.

Never let it be said that Harry was a loud, obnoxious baby. He rarely ever cried. The most he had ever cried was the night before. He couldn't really comprehend what was going on. Yesterday, his mother and father were there playing and reading with him. This morning he woke up in a different house with a lady who wasn't his mother. And now there was a girl holding him and cooing to him, something about 'whittle cutie' and 'I could just eat you up'. Of course, he hoped that she wasn't really going to eat him up. So he stared up at her, studying her.

Eventually she pulled some toys out of a big bag next to her. "Does wittle Harry want to play with this?" she asked, waving around a child's xylophone toy. Harry looked at the toy with great curiosity. All his toys at home had a faint blue outline and this one didn't. He watched as she put the xylophone on the ground and then crawled down to it and looked at it in confusion. 'What am I suppose to do with this?'

Seeing the apparent confusion on his face, Susan hastened to take the attached stick and hit one of the keys. The note startled Harry and caused him to pause in interest. That is, until Susan forced the stick into Harry's hand. Proceeding cautiously, he lightly tapped the contraption and heard a new note. As if spurred on by some higher force, he quickly tapped all the bright and colorful rectangles, noting the different sounds each made Susan just chuckled and took out a book from the bag and started to read it, after all, school waits for nobody.

Petunia arrived home around 3 o'clock with Mrs. Cully and a lot of purchases. She had to admit, it was fun to shop for a baby and already she was imagining the empty room, which was previously used for storage, as a cute little nursery. She'd just move all the boxes up to the attic. When the two women opened the door they were greeted by the sound of music. What astonished them was that Harry was the one making the music and instead of the normal child banging, he was playing the toy xylophone for all it was worth and it was a lovely song.

"Oh my word, that is remarkable, I wonder if his mother taught him that, maybe in a year or two you should sign him up for music lessons," said Mrs. Cully through an armful of bags.

Susan had heard this comment. She knew this was Harry's first time, otherwise the child wouldn't have been so confused when she first showed it to him and then proceeded to tell them that. This astonished both women. Mrs. Cully because she could hardly believe a child of Harry's age had never played with a toy xylophone, Petunia because she recognized the song as one her mother sang to her when she was little. 'Lily must have sung it to him, probably even last night' The realization hit her hard as she realized for the first time that with this situation, it wasn't all about her and her sister, it was about Harry.

Quickly gaining her composure, she directed Mrs. Cully upstairs into the room next to hers. They quickly moved the boxes into the attic when the delivery truck arrived with all the new furniture. The room was already painted a sky blue and so they had decided on a sky theme for the room.

Two hours later, the room was complete and it was dinner time. She quickly invited the two Cully's to stay for dinner and whipped up a quick, but delicious, dinner. Grabbing a jar of baby food, Petunia quickly learned the ins and outs of feeding a child mashed carrots and peas. Not to say that Harry was a fussy eater, it's just that Petunia wasn't that experienced in playing 'airplanes' with the spoon, like his parents had.

The two Cullys left and it was just Harry and Petunia. Petunia, on Mrs. Cully's advice, decided to give Harry a bath and change his diaper before dressing him for bed. Searching through one of the bags not yet unpacked, she found the bath toys and shampoo she bought and brought them all upstairs with Harry in tow.

Bath time went without mishaps as Harry played with a rubber duck while Petunia washed him. Harry was still a bit confused at why the toys didn't have a faint blue outline, but without the means or want to communicate this, he just continued to push the duck around.

It wasn't until he was in pajamas and in his crib when the thought struck him that maybe he could make the outlines of his toys blue. He had once wanted his stuffed lion to jump and so he wished very hard and the blue outline around the toy became more distinct. Maybe he would try that tomorrow. But for now, he actually was rather tired, and so he quickly succumbed to sleep.

Harry wasn't the only one tired out, Petunia barely made it through her nightly routine before collapsing on the bed, wondering what she was going to do tomorrow when she had to go back to work.