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CHAPTER FIVE

Petunia Dursley was startled when she heard a knock at her door. Expecting some salesperson, she was surprised to see three of the most beautiful people she had ever seen. It was like three super models had decided to pay a visit to her house.

"Mrs. Dursley. I am Dr. Carlisle Cullen, and this is my son Edward and his wife Bella. May we come in?" His voice was so pleasant and charming that she invited them in and offered them tea (which was politely declined) before she stopped to wonder how they knew her name.

"How may I help you?" She asked, completely at a loss as to why these three people would visit her.

"We're here to speak to you about Harry." Petunia immediately stiffened. Of course it's that little freak. I never get anything good in life because of him. She missed the bronze-haired one tensing slightly as she replied, "Has he done something to get in trouble? We do try our best, you know, but he's a particularly disturbed child." That should drive them off. She thought with satisfaction.

"Actually, we want to ask you if you know he's a wizard, and if you do, how much you know about his world." Carlisle asked bluntly. Petunia stared at him for a few seconds, before shakily saying, "I don't know who you are or what you want, but I want you out of my house, now!" She started to rise, but Edward's hand was suddenly on her shoulder.

"I think you should sit down." Edward said. His voice was nothing but pleasant, but some instinct inside of Petunia told her to run and hide and never look his way again. She hadn't even seen him move. Was he one of them? She began to shake.

"Edward." Carlisle said in a warning tone. "We're here to talk, not threaten." The hand on her shoulder tightened slightly, before he reluctantly moved away. Petunia let out the breath she didn't realize she was holding as Carlisle spoke again. "We are...different, as you can tell. We noticed Harry showing magic and having never encountered anything like it before, we've come to talk to you about it."

Petunia swallowed thickly, glancing nervously at Edward. "There's...there's a Statue of Secrecy. I'm not supposed to tell you anything. They'll...they'll come for you." She added, hoping this would warn them off. She wasn't sure exactly what she was talking about, but she did remember the letter from Dumbledore saying she couldn't attend because she was a muggle, and the witch who visited them warning them of the secrecy. She heard Edward mumble something quickly under his breath, and Bella and Carlisle both shifted slightly.

"We already know about magic, so there's no need for secrecy, right? We just want the details." Bella's eyes were warm and her voice was musical. Immediately Petunia felt herself relax. At least Edward's wife seemed reasonable and less threatening than her husband.

"I….suppose." She said hesitantly. "I don't know much. I'm not magical myself." She said with a hint of bitterness. "My sister and her husband got themselves blown up and so we got stuck with their son. They're both magic and so of course we knew he'd be magic as well." Petunia was on a roll, the relief of finally being able to speak about the injustices of the whole event and the calmness she felt around Carlisle and Bella loosening her tongue. "He was dropped off on our doorstep in the middle of the night in November when he was a little over a year old. He had a letter from Dumbledore, that's the person in charge of the magic school, stating that he was in grave danger from an evil dark wizard who killed my sister and somehow him being with his blood relatives would make him safe. We never asked for him. My sister and I hadn't spoken in a year. I want nothing to do with their world and he is a constant reminder of that." Petunia finished with a hiss. It helps that Dumbledore sends us money from their vault. Leave it to Lily to marry rich. With all the trouble that boy causes us it's the least he can do to provide for Dudley.

They asked her more questions. They asked her about the letter, which she got and gave to them. They asked her about Mrs. Figg for some reason. Edward in particular seemed to be reading her mind, picking out little hints she left and reading between lines. When they were done, Petunia was felt like a wrung out towel. She'd told them about Azkaban, where the Leaky Cauldron was, the names of Harry's parents, everything she knew about Dumbledore and Hogwarts. She told them she knew magic could make things fly, could teleport, could change the colors of things, and a few other bits and pieces Lily mentioned. She told them that there was a wizard bank after a pointed question about money (how Edward knew they were getting money from Dumbledore she had no idea).

Carlisle and Edward seemed to share a conversation with just a look, and then Carlisle turned towards her.

"These…"Blood Wards" that Dumbledore mentioned. Does Harry have to be here all the time? He leaves for school, doesn't he?" Carlisle asked.

"I don't know. He has to be here...annually, I believe. Otherwise I wouldn't be able to send him to boarding school when he's older. Or that other school." Petunia reasoned. Why won't they just leave? She thought. At first it had been a relief to rant about the unfairness of it all, but after all of those questions Petunia regretted opening her mouth. A few times she had tried to stop, but each time she did they had slowly teased out more information out of her.

They shared another silent look, then seemed to come to an agreement.

"Alright. Then we have a proposal. We take Harry from you, and he only has to be here for a month in the summer. You spread the word that he's been accepted to a special school and we have a few visits throughout the year and during the holiday as well to keep neighbors from being suspicious."

"W-what?" Petunia stuttered. "You...you want him? Why?"

"You don't want him. Why do you care?" Edward pointed out.

"But...what if you hurt him?" Petunia asked. Dumbledore would kill us she thought, inwardly shivering.

"We wouldn't be able to get through those wards if we intended to hurt Harry, right?" Carlisle pointed out mildly.

"We would never hurt Harry anyway. We want to help him." Bella added. Petunia was pretty sure her brain was short circuiting as she stared at the Cullens.

"And it's not about the money either. You can keep that." Edward added contemptuously.

"Why don't you discuss this with your family," Carlisle suggested. "I'll give you my number, and you can call me within the week to let me know what your answer is."

"O-okay…" Petunia managed.

"Good day, Mrs. Dursley." Then they left so quickly that there was only a breeze to indicate that hadn't just completely disappeared behind them and a business card with Carlisle's cell number on it. Petunia shakily picked up the card and then made the impromptu decision that noon was a perfect time for a glass of wine.

-ACE-

"I can't believe you just offered to adopt him." Jasper muttered with disgust.

"You did say we need an ally in the wizarding world. Harry can be that ally." Carlisle reminded him. "And with the visits to the Dursley's and Petunia telling everyone Harry will be in a special school, we should be able to avoid suspicion from the wizarding world. We can also test Bella's shield when he gets older. This seems to be the best solution, unless you have another one."

"And he shouldn't be left with those terrible people. It's the right thing to do." Bella stressed. Jasper huffed, crossing his arms.

"Oh we'll need to build a room for him. Maybe he could have Alice's room?" Esme fretted.

"Why does he get my room?" Alice complained.

"Alice your closet is bigger than anyone else's room. We can just move your vanity in there." Bella deadpanned.

"Aww, poor Alice can't have a fake room to fake sleep in." Emmet teased. Alice mock-growled at him and Emmet very maturely stuck out his tongue at her.

"Now, now children, be nice." Rosalie chided.

"There is also the matter of Harry discovering who we are. As he is supposed to be our ally, and we will be raising him, I think we should tell him the gist of what is going in." Carlisle held up his hand to stall Jasper's outcry. "He's a smart boy, and I don't want to fake being human until he moves out, and I don't think you do either. I'm not saying let's get into all of the details, but I want this to be his decision too."

"We don't even know if they'll say yes!" Jasper argued, only to be interrupted by Carlisle's phone ringing.

"That is like, epic timing." Seth, who was there on the pack's behalf, commented. Bella and Emmett snickered at Seth's comment as Carlisle answered the phone.

"This is Dr. Cullen."

"Dr. Cullen? This is Petunia Dursley. Are...are you sure this will work?" Her voice floated quietly from the phone.

"Yes, I am." He answered confidently, even though he wasn't entirely sure it would. She didn't need to know that.

"Then….okay. When can you pick him up?"

-ACE-

That night, Carlisle and Esme laid in bed. They didn't need to sleep, of course, but it was nice to just hold his wife in his arms and breathe in her scent.

"We're doing the right thing, aren't we?" Carlisle asked. He acted confident, and he knew they were saving a little boy from being abused, but he hated that he was once again putting his family in danger.

"Yes, we are." Esme told him.

"How can you be so confident?" Carlisle asked. Esme twisted to look at him, smiling softly.

"Oh, Carlisle. You're overthinking this." She chided gently.

"But this could go terribly wrong. What if the scent of his magic isn't enough to mask the blood and one of us hurts him? What if we mess him up? We've never raised an actual child. What if - " Esme pressed a finger to his lips. "Overthinking!" She sing-songed.

Carlisle chuckled and buried his face in her hair.

"You're right. This is the best way." He agreed, settling down.

"You know….he's young enough, he might end up calling you dad." Esme suggested. Carlisle lifted his head to stare at her in shock. Esme giggled at the expression on his face.

"You'll make a great father." Esme assured him.

"Only if Harry agrees." Carlisle reminded her.

"He will." Esme whispered, kissing him on his forehead. "I love you, Carlisle."

"Always, my Esme." He murmured, and clutched her tighter.

Some fluff at the end. What did you think? The story will pick up a bit more soon. I know there's a lot of talking and discussing, but I want to make sure this part is done right so there's a good foundation for the rest of the story.

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