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Baby on a Doorstep: baby Harry dies of exposure
A chill wind blew through the street of Privet Drive. The three people who had been there had been gone only a few minutes. Headmaster Dumbledore had not been to Privet Drive before his arrival that night, and Professor McGonagall had been observing the family all day. No spells were cast by either Professor, and Hagrid could not reliably use the broken pieces of his wand.
It was just after 11pm on an average November night in Surrey. For a fully dressed adult, the 45 Fahrenheit degree weather and 8 mph wind would not cause much harm, so long as they were awake and moving. But children lose heat faster than adults, the younger the child, the faster the cold can set in. For sleeping Harry Potter, 15 month old toddler in only a blanket and a bodysuit, hypothermia began to develop by midnight.
By 4am, Harry Potter lay dead on the doorstep he had been placed on only hours before. When Petunia Dursley opened the door to put the empty milk cartons out for the milkman to replace, she screamed at the sight that greeted her. She read the letter, which she promptly burned in the fireplace, going to wake Vernon. By this point Mrs. Number 3 had come out to see what the commotion was about and also discovered the dead baby on her neighbor's door. She rushed inside and called the police.
Petunia told the police that she had a nephew about the age of the child, but had never met him, could only give his name, not a birth date or address, having not spoken to her sister since before either of their weddings. With no proof the letter existed, and not being willing to admit to the magic it spoke of, the identity of the dead baby was marked as a cold case and filed away, forgotten, with only a note that the Potters were persons of interest in the case.
It would be five more years before forensics would be used in criminal cases, and more than ten before anyone thought to compare the DNA of the baby to the woman of whose doorstep he had been left on.
Headmaster Dumbledore was frantic when he realized that Harry Potter's Hogwarts Letter was not written in 1991. The personal and political fall out of his actions having killed the Boy Who Lived were astronomical. He lost all of his titles and positions, and an edit to his Chocolate Frog Card was made, removing the praise and listing him as the murderer of the Boy Who Lived.