Harry Potter-Grace

She was old once before and now old again, the downside of reincarnation. Willow Grace is the little old lady that lives on Private Drive and just so happened to go for a walk when she found a child sitting on the doorstep. She was too old to change the plot, but giving Harry a real childhood was the least she could do. (Smart Harry.)

Disclaimer: Do I really have to say this? I do not own Harry Potter.

Note: Why did I write this? I have no idea, but here Willow Grace a little old lady that wouldn't harm a fly, unless you harm her adopted grandson then she may punch you or hex you. May have slow updates, not so sure.

'Age is but a number no matter how old you are you have lessons to teach to others and you have lessons to learn.'

Mrs. Grace was very well known in Private Drive she was often seen walking the streets three times a day and watering her lovely flower garden.

It's a shame when her late husband and herself had brought the house it had to be the one where the Dursley had moved into next door. She couldn't sell the place now, even if she wanted to, she was too close to the house the muggle husband she ended up falling for. The man whom gave her the small taste of being normal once more.

How funny a muggle in her past-life and a witch in her current.

She was never a fan of Harry Potter in her past life, but she ended up knowing the plot and now she was in this world she could have changed anything. The only problem was she was a little old woman with grey hair down into a braid whom still liked to wear her black robes or sometimes yellow even though people gave her funny stares at the sight.

She was a witch at heart in this world and a proud Hufflepuff to boot. She had done her fair share of work in both worlds and now with her late husband gone it was just her and her lovely dog Clover.

A doberman whom went with her in her early morning walks and had saved her more than once from a young man who thought he was going to rob her. Now, she was left with these thoughts sell the house or stay?

When she went to Hogwarts she was in a different year than any of the main cast, some were already professors and others weren't even born she was far too old to go into Hogwarts now and even though she still kept up to date with the wizardry world and her own magic she didn't fancy keeping an eye on a young Harry Potter and trying to protect him. From whatever decided to attack him that day.

Until she had forgotten the morning the morning that it happened to be. Clover stop half way from sniffing the streets and turned to look at her mother in all, but fur. Ears pointed out in alert.

'Do you know what today is dear Clover,' she said to the doberman. 'Today the day where a father was killed and a mother died soon afterwards. There's a very bad man in my world Clover.'

Clover growled almost to say where is he, she will get him and when she does, he won't be moving afterwards. Mrs. Grace patted the dog on the head.

'Your very strong my girl, but I think the bad man may win you might give him a run for his money though. Do, you know what else today is?'

Clover barked and waggled her tail looking up at the sky causing the old woman to laugh.

'Yes, they were a little loud even muggle saw it. The war over though and thank Merlin that it is. But you see my dear, there's a baby, a child let to grow.'

Clover barked again and looked about her nose on the ground in a matter of minutes.

'Dear Harry Potter the boy who lost his parents this world has always been strange to me even growing up in it. The boy who lived, they would call him, but nobody seems to talk about how he lost his whole world at such a young age. Nor do they mention the awful muggles next door.'

How dare that Vernon yelled at her for being too slow to cross the road or how Petunia mentioned her dog tore up her garden. Clover was a very well-trained dog, thank you very much she would not harm anyone unless you harm Mrs. Grace.

Dudley screamed all day and all night about sweets that no child his age should have to many off and sometimes she just wants the whole lot of them to shut it. Treat your elders with respect before you grow old just like them.

Sometimes she wishes she could just curse them and turn them into the pigs they are, but she shakes those thoughts away because that is not the woman she is. Or, at least is not the woman she likes to think she is.

'Come on Clover, let's go home girl the sun is almost up.'

The morning sky and the small chill in the air Clover skipped ahead, but seemed to stop and turn her head at the Dursley house. Her nose on the ground and following a sense, Mrs. Grace followed after her to see what she had caught and stop in her tracks. A child left on the door step with a mop of black hair, a note and wrapped up in a warn blanket.

'Time to walk away Clover.'

Let's stay out of the plot, she thought she was too old for this.

Clover didn't move she sat beside the child keeping young Harry warm from the morning air and looked at her mother in all but fur. She whined.

'We can't keep it,' she said.

Clover looked so sad though given her puppy dog eyes and the life of Harry Potter childhood was not the best, nor was his school years the least she could do is give him something normal. Maybe, just maybe she could change the plot after all.

'There's going to be a lot of paper work after this,' she said.

At least Globin's won't mention this to anyone as long as some galleons were given and lawyers would just think that the child was dropped on her doorstep. The headmaster wouldn't know Mrs. Figgs might be a worry, but she was sure her fellow old lady wouldn't care to much knowing Harry was well looked over. Beside how can she say no to Clover puppy dog eyes.

Shouldn't raise children with dobermanns huh, how silly it all depends on the person whom trained the dog to start with.

'Alright dear, but this is the only child we take from a doorstep in the early hours of the morning.'

Clover barked happily as she picked young Harry in her arms.

'Don't worry dear. How does Harry Potter-Grace sound as a name?'

Old Lady and Clover turned around to the house next door just in time before Petunia came out to put the milk bottles.