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Mrs. Dursley and Mr. Dursley were having an argument. It was 10 at night in Surrey and Ivy-Rose Potter had kept the whole house awake for the past 2 nights.

She would scream during the night and sleep throughout the day. Petunia was forced to feed the baby at 2 in the morning and rock her until she fell asleep.

The two devils came with passports, a check with a thousand pounds, the small baskets and blankets they were held in and a note.

Dear Petunia,

It is with great sadness that I must inform you of the death of your sister and her husband. They were murdered by a Dark wizard known as Lord Voldemort, whose cruelty and violence they had been fighting for years. I tried my best to protect them, but, alas, I regret to say that I failed. They died defending their son, Harry. Lily sacrificed herself to save him. He survived the attack, seemingly vanquishing Voldemort in the process.

Despite the celebration with which the news of Voldemort's defeat has been met, I remain cautious. I am all but certain that this is not the last we have seen of him and that when he returns, whenever that may be, Harry will be in grave danger. Even now, I fear that Voldemort's followers may seek revenge on this innocent child. There are many wizarding families that would be happy to take these children into their homes and raise them as their own.

They would likely provide a much more suitable environment for him. You are no doubt wondering why I nevertheless would choose to leave them on your doorstep.

You once wrote to me asking to join your sister in receiving a magical education. Although I could not offer you a place at Hogwarts, you do have a role to play in the wizarding world. The same blood that ran in Lily's veins runs in yours. You may not be able to perform magic with a wand, but you possess a unique power. When Lily died to defend her son, she invoked an ancient magic that still provides continuing protection even after her death. That magic lives on in you. I have devised a charm that uses that magic as a shield – a shield that can only hold if you seal it by providing a home for Harry. You alone can protect this child. No witch or wizard has the ability to provide what you can. Lily's sacrifice is alive in you, and whilst Harry lives under your roof and your protection, Voldemort cannot harm him.

I know that your relationship with Lily was strained, and I doubt that you or your husband are eager to take in her son. I realize that Harry' and Ivy-Rose' presence may be a painful reminder of old wounds. I write this letter not to Mr. Dursley but to you. I appeal to the young girl who once begged to learn magic. This is your magic. It is the most powerful in the world. Your sister's love was strong enough to combat the strongest hatred. I know I ask a great deal of you – to put aside resentment and bitterness, to care for Harry as though he were your own. But I believe that you are up to the task.

Whatever your feelings about your sister or about the world of which she was a part, which she died to save, I ask you to fulfill this duty which only you can and, in doing so, honor her memory. Without you, Harry will never be truly safe. These children need you. The fate of the magical world, and your own world, may depend on you.

Yours,

Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore

"The letter only mentioned keeping the boy safe. I see no reason in keeping the other devil!" Mr. Dusley yelled.

"Yes, I know Vernon but we can get in tons of trouble for it. We can't just dump a child in the middle of Surrey and expect to avoid the consequences." Petunia argued.

"Fine, then let's leave her outside of Surrey, Outside of Europe even. We can get a sitter for the boy and take Dudley on a vacation, just bring the girl along. We don't have to have an extra seat on the plane or anything. She can just sit on your lap throughout the ride." Vernon explained, laying down in bed.

Petunia nodded and laid down next to her husband in her large bed. "We can go tomorrow. The new neighbor Mrs Figg said she could watch the boy whenever. I'm not sure many know of the girl's existence, so that's one less thing to be worried about."

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By the time the Sun rose the next morning, the Dursleys were booked on a plane to New York. They dropped Harry off at Mrs. Figg who was more than happy to help. Dudley put up a fight as they stuffed him in the car but he eventually, thankfully stopped fighting and fell asleep.

"We have to make sure few see our faces and even fewer see the face of the girl." Mr. Dursley explained starting their Mercedes.

Mrs. Dursley nodded putting Ivy-Rose into Dudley's extra car seat, and joining Vernon in seat next to him.

It was a long two hour drive to the airport, and stress was running high. What they were doing was illegal or at least strongly frowned upon.

Mr. and Mrs Dursley arrived around 10 in the morning, 40 minutes before they had to get of the plane to New York. Airport security was a pain and they had to run to get to their plane. People were giving them glasses as they held 2 babies. One baby on a plane was torture but two was a death sentence.

Vernon paid for the expensive seats in the front of the plane. Petunia held both Ivy and Dudley, who were lucky, still asleep. It was a 10 hour ride to New York with no stops. 3 hours in Dudley started screaming, quite a few glasses came their way.

"Shut that baby up women." One man groaned, others made noises of agreement. Petunia managed to get him under control half an hour later.

It was at the 7 hour mark that he started screaming again, this woke up Ivy who also started crying. Some people gave her sympathetic looks as Petunia attempted to calm the two crying babies but many were just angry as their dinner was accompanied by the sonnet of sobs. They fell asleep to the rocking arms of Petunia a bit later.

Vernon Dursley was no help as well. It wasn't his problem that his child and niece were crying like there was no end. The dirty looks that were thrown his way were ricocheted back at the people sending them.

Everyone was exhausted, the sleep they attempted to catch was intercepted by the cries of the two babies on the large plane. The flight attendants were tired, the plane accidents were tired, Mr. and Mrs. Dursley were tired but they knew they had do what they had to do.

During the decline of the plane Ivy decided to start screaming, Dudley of course wanted to join. They only stopped when they got off the plane and fell asleep in the stroller Petunia brought as a carry on.

Vernon popped his coat up so it covered any defining features of his face and gestured to his wife to do the same.

The stroller they bought had a mesh front, hiding the faces of the babies. The cautious couple made their way through baggage claim, grabbing their black suitcases and quickly rushed to car rental. In almost 45 minutes they were on their way in a minivan.

"This car is horrible Petunia, why did you insist on having this disgusting car?" Vernon complained as they drove through the crowded roads of New York.

"Look at it, it's the least suspicious type of car out there dear. Nobody is going to suspect a minivan, but something like a black SUV or the other cars you were looking at are the worst in the movies the Police can always sniff them out." Petunia looked ahead, not making eye contact with Vernon, but he grunted to acknowledge what she said was agreeable.

It took two hours to get to their destination. An alleyway near two cheap apartments. It was far from their hotel as well as being an area with minimal security cameras and stores.

Petunia set a letter in Ivy-Rose's basket. Telling who ever found her to look after her, Petunia may be mean but she wasn't a monster.

There they left her, Ivy-Rose, twin sister to the boy who lived.