Disclaimer: Everything belongs to J.K.R.

Except the few new characters. This story is inspired by my wild imagination and scenarios where I wondered if and how Harry's life could have been different, and in result Harry himself. English is not my first language so please do point out grammatical error and any productive feedback is welcome.

'Good luck, Harry,' he murmured. He turned on his heel and with a swish of his cloak Dumbledore was gone. A chilly breeze ruffled the neat hedges of Privet Drive, and ruffled the downy head of the raven haired baby who has is sound asleep tucked in his blankets not knowing that a world very different from the one that he is now is toasting to him and blessing him, praying for him and making joy and are happy because of him. Harry Potter- The Boy Who Lived.

It was a restless night for Vernon Dursley who had a fitful sleep and dreamt of people in cloaks and pointed hat. Rising early than his usual time Vernon Dursley set a precedent to the day of being, well not normal. He reached downstairs thinking to collect the papers while on his way to the kitchen, so he can enjoy and criticize everything beneath the sky that is not normal ( as per his standards). Opening the door the usual red faced Vernon turned chalky white. There in front of his doorstep is a bundle of blankets with a sleeping baby in it. He stood stunned for few minutes till his brains could catch up what his eyes showed him. Immediately looking around to make sure no one is looking towards his house -its still early in the morning the sun is not even fully up yet, nor are most of the residents of Privet Drive- he ran upstairs, as best as could or rather waddled quickly to wake his wife up.

"Pet, wake up wake!" he shook his sleeping wife. Petunia woke up startled and looked towards her husband's pale and frightened face who was now gesturing his hands wildly around unable to form a single sentence. A very confused Petunia calmed her husband as best as she could and then followed him downstairs to the same strange and abnormal sight of a baby in their doorstep. Equally pale as her husband Petunia leaned forward and noticed the letter tucked in the blanket and noticed it was addressed to them.

Quickly she ordered her husband in a hushed tone as if even the fence surrounding the home might be eavesdropping, "Vernon get that thing inside." Shocked and surprised Vernon started to protest, but Petunia stopped him. "We need to know what is going on and who played this sick joke on us before someone else notice an abandoned baby in our home. Reluctantly agreeing Vernon Dursley grabbed the bundle and letter without being rough but not taking any particular care that his rough jostling might wake the baby up. Petunia shut the door and both made their way inside the living room where the bundle was placed on the single couch. They both sat down and with shaking hands Petunia grabbed the letter. She recognized the thick envelope and seal from emories of her old. She refused to look at the baby, but deep in her heart she knew her life has taken a shift. Slowly she opened the envelope and unfurled the letter and started reading its content, with her unusually quiet husband sitting beside her.

As she progressed in her reading Petunia faced all kinds of emotions warring within her, prime in them anger and confusion. More subtle were the grieft that she refued to acknowledge or didn't even notice. Unale to keep quite Vernon spoke up.

"What is it dear" asked Vernon.

"She died last night. And her husband. Murdered. This is her son." Petunia replied robotically, no emotion in her nor at her face. Buta myriad of emotions in Vernon's now normal face. "She" Vernon knows only one person Petunia refers to as. That unnatural, abomination, good for nothing tramp of a sister of Petunia whose only saving grace was her beauty. His eyes narrowed in understanding and he looked at the baby and his face turned purple in anger. All his tension, worry and fear from yesterday has somehow manifested in a living nightmare today. And Vernon would not have any of it.

"WE ARE NOT TAKING THAT THING IN WITH US AND RAISE IT PETUNIA, I AM NOT GOING TO RAISE THE DEMON SPWAN OF YOUR ABOMINATION OF A SISTER."

VERNON- shrike Petunia, silencing her husband while blood rushed to both their faces enraged now by the whimpering coming from the bundle.

Startled by the shouting little Harry woke up to a different and unfamiliar place. His little curious green eyes is searching for his mother and father. he does not see them. Instead he sees 2 people who looked at him the same way mommy looks at him when he is naughty and did things he should not do. Making things fly, making padfoot's hair red or his favorite poking and biting wormtail painfully. he started crying.

Petunia quickly took him upstairs, to the guest room and grabbed few things from Dudley's nursery. She changed his diaper with a fresh one of Dudley's and putting a ready made bottle of milk in his mouth trying to make him stop crying lest her Diddydums wake up from the noise. Harry was still crying but also sucking the milk hungrily. After what seems like a long time a full stomached but all cried out Harry Potter felt asleep.

Her husband still stood where she left him.

"We will not keep him. I will not have Dudley grew up with him and suffer from his freakishness because I am sure he is going to be as much a freak as my sister and her husband. But we can't return him. The letter is clear on it. Nor can we put him in an orphanage.

"Why not?" asked Vernon. " we can move from here and go somewhere else. They will never know." Petunia shook her head "They can find us anywhere, unless we think it properly." she said bitterly. Than what do we do. Petunia looked at her husband and said, "The letter has confused me Vernon. I need some answers before we can make a decision and I am afraid we do not have the power to decide anything." said Petunia steeling herself and determined she went to the kitchen and picked up the mobile phone that is always there and seldom used for the purpose. Its a new phone top of the line with all new fancy apps that she does not know how to use, but likes to show off with pride to her neighbors. After all its not out in the market yet. Its a gift from them for the family. Vernon didn't like what he was seeing. He might not understand what happened but can deduce what is going to happen and he did not like it at all.

There was a ring on the other side. Someone picked up.

"Hello." came the deep voice.

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