thank you to my first reviewer, Qoheleth, yes this is like Sarah1281's fic, however, I feel that there is room for more than one of these. If Sarah1281 doesn't feel this way, please let me know.
From Harry Potter and the Philosopher's stone, chapter one, page 17
"Well' said Dumbledore finally, 'that's that. We've no business staying here, we may as well go and join the celebrations."
The potters died on Halloween right? I don't know what the weather is like in England, but here in British Columbia, kids wear snowsuits on halloween as it can get down to about -30 celcius (about -22 Farenheit). Leaving a child on the doorstep like that while it's cold would have some sort of reprocussions. Flesh freezes at just -5 below zero, so is it weird to think that Harry could have frozen to death while waiting for the Dursleys. As for the protections, Dumbledore didn't put them up until after he dropped Harry off, meaning that they weren't in place until that point in time, leaving Harry vulnerable. Also, the magic protects against those meaning harm to Harry. IF you didn't mean any harm, the wards would probably let you right through. Also, remember that Peter is an animagius, the most powerful wards in Azkaban couldnt' keep Sirius in, so why would they be able to keep Peter out?
Harry shivered as he cried loudly for his parents. Usually when he did this, mommy or daddy or even pa' foo, his friend would come to pick him up. No one came. He cried louder and louder as he shivered in the cold. Slowly, he lost his voice, and then as the temperature dropped, he became sleepy until finally he closed his eyes, not knowing he would never awaken again...
Peter couldn't believe his luck. He had expected to have to interrogate Petunia to find out where the wizards could have taken Harry, but to his surprise, Dumbledore had simply tucked a letter into Harry's basket and had apparated away. WIth no guards, it was going to be easier than he thought to get close to harry. He felt an odd tingling as he approached, wards put up by Dumbledore no doubt. But while they kept wizards out, he knew from experience that most wards were not meant for animals, meaning he slipped right past. There he was, sitting in a basket, looking up at the sky, not making a noise...wait...that couldnt' be right. Even with his limited time with Harry, he remembered the boy as being just about as boistrous as James had been. WHy was he being so quiet, and why wasn't his chest moving? His delicate nose told him what had happened before he had to get closer, the boy who lived had died. Well now what?
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