the world took a breath
Suzanne Peterson and her faithful friend, Helga, a big brown German Shepard, moved in to number 6 Privet drive just when the story we all know and love started, and because one woman decided she liked a house, the world took a breath, and everything moved one second to the right.
Now, I hear you ask, what makes this woman, moving in to this house such a momentous thing?
Well, firstly, she was never meant to do so, let alone be around to do so in the first place. Because one man forgot his car keys on the kitchen counter and one car turned left 60 seconds after the fates predetermined for it to do so, a crash never happened, and another muggle born witch made it threw Hogwarts.
With the dark lord operating in the UK during the 70s and early 80s, and being a muggle born witch who finished Hogwarts in 1971, Suzanne didn't see the need to stay in Wizarding society, though keeping contacts was something she was good at, so she was kept up to date with the happenings.
After finishing her NEWTS in 71, Suzanne decided to finish her muggle education, something she did rather quickly, since her mother was a teacher, and never let her leave her non-magical education behind to begin with.
After finishing secondary school, Suzanne chose to study computer programming, simply because it reminded her of her favourite Hogwarts subjects, Arithmancy and Ancient Runes. As with Arithmancy, she discovered she was really good at manipulating computer code to get the desired results.
In June, 1981, Suzanne, at that time already a successful computer programmer, decided that hiding in a flat in greater London was no longer in her and Helga's best interest, so she bought the house on number 6 Privet drive in Little Whinging, Surrey.
On that fateful night, 1st November of 81, Suzanne was working late, as usual, seeing that she had a project to finish.
At about 1 in the morning, all the lights on the street went out, and being the suspicious person Suzanne was, she peeked out the window without moving the curtains, for obvious reasons if you ask me.
We all knew what she saw, (if not, read philosophers stone), and she didn't like it, not even a little bit. Having been a neighbour of Petunia Dursley for a few months by this time, Suzanne new that things couldn't go well for the kid.
Thus, Harry Peterson was born.
A/N: this is just something that popped into my head, not something I think I will continue. Therefore, I ask you, more distinguished than myself, please take this and continue. If you do, however please let me know so I can read what you wrote.