Chapter Summary: Mrs. Grace isn't too sure if she wants to keep Harry or not. Looking after dogs was a lot of work and looking after a child was just as much.

Note: There's a lot of you. (looks at the emails that keep coming.) A lot of you seem to want to know how this story goes on and thankyou for the two reviews. I really don't know what to say here. I wasn't expecting as many people to like a character that was an old lady with a dog. By the way if people are thinking of getting Dobermans please do your research beforehand. There nicknamed the devil dog for a reason, while they can make great family pets. It takes a lot of training and social lives for the doberman to be well behavior with children and babies. If you don't have that time or the resources since they can be pricey, I recommend not getting this dog. Unless you have done your research, got the money and the time to train them.

A well-trained Doberman will die for their family since they have a history of being guard dogs and military used their a very noble breed, but a poor trained Doberman will be put down. Due to a lack of training and care the family gives them. This is not a dog that will be okay being locked behind some cage just because parents think it shouldn't be around children. I'm writing this note about this breed because I very much love the animal and it would hurt to see if people brought this one without thinking beforehand.

This is a working dog as well as a family dog, make sure to have the money and time to take this dog in. Think of this dog as a child only this child can and have been known to take down full grown men.

If you're also wondering about Clover. No, she's not magical. I myself spend a lot of time with animals and treat them and speak to them as I would with a human being and not that baby talk (which I also do.) Most animals I have had in the past and in the current will always respond either through a bark or the noise that their breed make. My jack Russel will happily howl in respond to any question you ask, while looking at the floor if the answer is no.

'Every action you take has a big impact on either yourself or the world.'

Dear Mrs. Dursley's I am sad to say that your little sister Lily Potter had been killed in the war. (Not that you would care I don't think since this was a wizarding war.) James Potter had done his very best, but was also killed and Lily followed afterwards protecting her only child and baby boy, Harry James Potter. Your nephew is very much alive and healthy he may be young, but already he knows that his parents are no longer with him. He is taken care of by someone who will see him as her own grandson.

You are welcomed to see him if you chose to one day, just ask Mrs. Figgs down the road for more information.

From an elderly lady that only means well.

Mrs. Grace looked at the letter one more time holding little Harry in her arms. He had just woken up hours ago and had started asking where his family was, she had to tell him the truth.

'They were very brave people my dear,' she told Harry in his sleep. 'They loved you very much never forget that.'

She waved her wand again and the paper moved to the side allowing it to be switch to another. She, really was going to tell Mrs. Figgs about Harry just because she thinks someone should know, but she also didn't want to share it with that Headmaster of his.

She was sure Dumbledore was an okay man, but unless you were one of his favorites you were just background to him or if you were someone, he had suspicions with. Just how Mrs. Grace had gone to Hogwarts years ago, he was a fairly new Headmaster at the time and with her head down and good grades, she never got his attention which was fine with her at the time.

Now, though if she did look after Harry Potter, he would no doubt be breathing down her neck. That's if he knew she had Harry Potter. Her mind tried to think back on how Mrs. Figgs was even important in the whole series. She frowns at herself for not reading the novels or at least watching those movies and not just seeing the start and clicking away to another channel. Better yet, maybe that fan girl of a friend of hers could help her understand.

'Dearly me, Harry you're not even a toddler and you're already a lot of trouble.'

Does she just hand him back to his aunt and uncle and just be the friendly old lady next door to look after him? She shakes her head she's gotten this far in its best to stay and see it through.

'Clover dear, we need to head to Gringotts.'

Clover barked in respond wagging her short little tail.

Maybe a goblin would be able to help her out. Yes, she nodded waving her wand to put away the letters she had just been writing tuck into a draw and picking up the letter itself that was written by the headmaster. Surely, they would know. After all, leaving a child on a doorstep in hopes that the family whom owned the house would take the child in is not anyway to leave a child.

Big green eyes looked at her.

'Mama,' little Harry said.

'I'm sorry dear, I'm not your mother. I'm afraid your mama and dada are both gone. But for now, I'll look after you.'

'Who?'

The child seemed to have a good wording sense she could just see Lily Potter telling those boys of for not using baby talk. A sure way, in helping a child development.

'Call me Gran dearly.'

'Gran.'

Clover barked beside her and she placed little Harry on the floor so he could see the big dog. His little arms moving happily at the sight.

'Pad, Uncle Pad.'

Uncle Pad? Who in Merlin name was that? Clover didn't seem to mind though she wagged her tail and licked little Harry much to his delight.

'And now that would be a bath time needed before we go Clover.'

Clover stopped and whine puppy dogs staring up at her.

'No bath,' Harry said. 'Uncle pad saying hi.'

'I'm sorry Harry dear. I don't know who this Uncle Pad of yours is, but that's not him.'

Tears in Harry eyes once more.

'No Uncle Pad? No Uncle Moony?'

Now she was really confused.

Why couldn't it have been her best friend that was reborn into this world, dear Sally actually would have loved it and would have known about these nicknames. After, all they had to be nicknames? Pureblood families wouldn't name their child Moony? Unless he wasn't a pureblood. Willow, stop overthinking. She told herself.

'How about this Harry, I'll give you that bath and we go to Gringotts while you tell me all about your Uncle Pad and Uncle Moony.'

The crying slowed down a little.

'Uncle Moony and Uncle Padfoot friends.'

'Friends of yours?' she asked picking him up in her arms.

'No. Friends of papa.'

Ah now she was starting to understand they were nicknames then.

One bath time later left her with wet hair as Harry seemed to like to throw bubbles and splash the water. She had to tell Clover at least a dozen times not to jump into the bath because it was Harry turned. Clover watched from the side wagging her tail every time Harry screamed with joy and even howled twice alongside him.

She swears she was looking after two children. It was only after the bath did Harry seem to understand the words that Mrs. Grace had told him earlier about his parents as he started to cry causing her to claim down him down.

How was one able to just put him in the cupboard and forget about him?

She would never understand.

She had to make a quick stop at a muggle store for some baby things. Changing his clothes and diapers and feeding him from a bottle and if anybody asked who kid he was. She just said it was her grandson. By the time it was already done a whole day had gone past and it was three in the afternoon she still needed to make that trip though and off she went. With Clover taking the lead popping into the Leaky Cauldron the idea of a grandson wouldn't work here since most wizards and witches new that Mrs. Grace never had kids.

She would have to think of something else, looking back she can now understand why the sorting hat offered her Slytherin. If it wasn't for the fact that she horrified out of her mind with worry about the idea of a muggle born such as herself being in the house of snakes. Where more would just sneer at the name and the sight of her, no thankyou Slytherin was not for her it be like putting a sheep with a pack of wolves.

Leaky Cauldron was full almost everybody talking about the Potters and the downfall of Voldemort.

'Your Harry Grace my dear when you are here, the last thing we need is that attention,' she told the sleeping child in her arms.

'Mrs. Grace,' Tom said at the bar. 'Hello, Clover.'

Clover barked happily at Tom allowing the barman to pet her on the head like he does every time.

'Have you heard?'

'Oh yes, about the Potters,' she said. 'The whole muggle world heard Tom it was on their news.'

'I supposed we were a little loud.'

'Little?' she questioned. 'I had so many muggles talk to me yesterday about the strange weather. I had to act just as shock as them.'

'I would never understand how you can live in that place Mrs. Grace. Why not move back into the wizarding world?' Tom asked as he passed another witch a drink.

'I'm too old dearly and too attached to that old place. Ben worked so hard to get that house for us to live in. I can't just pack up and move.'

Mentioning her late husband name always brought back tears in her eyes. She wonders where his soul had gone off to? Did he reborn like her or was she just a joke for whoever decided to place her here?

'And yet, everybody knows you don't like those muggles you live next to.'

That was true she would always tell anyone that was willing to hear about how awful the Dursley's were. She had to spray water over Petunia so many times for peeking across from the fence between them. Telling people about the couple was the only way she could get her burning hater out of her system.

'I was there first Tom. And I would die there, even if they find my rotten body a week after I die. It, be my way to spite them.'

Tom laughed at her comment.

'Are you here for anything Mrs. Grace and what's with the kid?'

'Just passing through my dear. And, he's just a child I'm looking after while his parents are away. Have a good day Tom.'

'You to Mrs. Grace.'

Clover lead the way in the busy alley of Diagon Alley.