Authors Note: OK, I know this seems slow, but I'm following the flow of the books since I'm hopefully going to do all seven books with Harry in Slytherin.

I made a poll (my first!) about how AU I should go, so please vote and/or message me your opinions! I'd love to hear what you think I should do.

Vernon Dursley's day started like any other. He woke up, took a shower and proceeded to eat breakfast which was prepared by his wife Petunia Dursley. Bacon, eggs and a hot cup of tea were waiting for him. He made sure that Dudley, his son, would not fling his own breakfast all over the hot food. To do so he had to eat his food rather quickly, burning his tounge on the tea and nerely choking on his bacon.

Breakfast was usually a quiet time as everyone was in a world all their own. Petunia was thinking about the neighbors and what they were doing, Dudley was busy making a mess of his food and Vernon was thinking about drills and how production was going. He wondered briefly if he would meet his quota before finishing up his meal.

Pecking Petunia on the cheek and patting Dudley's head he headed for the door. Opening the front door he stopped short by the fact that there was something on his doorstep. He frowned at the bundle that was on his doorstep, wrinkling his nose as the horrid smell that was coming from said bundle. Vernon heard a cry from within the wrapped package. He had never seen anything like it and had to call his wife to come see what the thing was.

"Petunia! Come here!" The large man shouted stepping onto the stoop so his wife could see the strange thing that had appeared on their door step. Petunia Dursley only had to get one proper look at the bundle to know what it was.

"My god, it's a baby," she said. What she didn't say out loud was who's baby it was. She knew whose baby it was, the unmistakable black locks of hair that peered out from the cloth was a give away. Not to mention the eyes, a pair she would recognize anywhere. The hair belonged to her sisters husband, the eyes were her own sisters. Anger, sadness, depression, jealousy, all sorts of emotions coursed through the muggle as she looked down at the crying child. She knew something horrid must have happened to have the child dropped on their doorstep.

In a rare act of kindness Petunia picked up the child and brought him inside. He needed a diaper change and probably a bottle. She was lucky that Dudley still took a bottle when he went down for his nap as well as at bed.

"I'll take care of the child dear, you go to work." Petunia reassured her husband as he looked quite confused at the sudden turn of events. The woman noted that there was an envelope that was addressed to the family which she would read once Harry was situated.

A diaper change was quickly given, followed by a bottle which carried the child off to sleep. Petunia was also lucky that Dudley could still fit in his crib as he was getting to be quite the big boy. The sleeping Harry was deposited in the crib, covered by a blanket leaving Petunia time to read the letter while her son finished "eating" his breakfast.

She tore open the letter, reading the contents with some reluctance. She didn't want to know what had happened to her sister and the low life he had married. It was bad enough their son had been dropped on their doorstep, she really didn't want to know the reason behind it. But she didn't have a choice, she was compelled to find out what was in the envelope.

Petunia Dursley,

It is with the deepest regret that I must inform you that your sister and brother in law have been murdered by Lord Voldemort. They courageously defended themselves and their child but were unable to defeat the Dark Lord.

He tried to kill young Harry Potter but was unsuccessful. As to why that is, I currently do not know, but it may become apparent in the future.

The reason Harry Potter is with you now is because you are his only living relavtives, your blood was shed tonight to protect Harry Potter from harm, thus protecting him (and yourselves) from any harm attempted by Voldemort.

In order for Harry to be protected from Voldemort he must come back from school every summer.

I know you will do what you must to ensure Harry is cared for, that you'll explain what really happened, who Harry really is when he is old enough to understand.

Good luck and est wishes,

Albus Dumbledore

Petunia Dursley was shocked at the contents of the letter. Her sister had been murdered by some deranged lunatic and the man had tried to kill a baby. It made her sick to her stomach that the same thing could have happened to Petunia if she had stayed in touch with her sister. A swirl of emotions overtook Petunia at the thought of her sister being gone forever. She was happy to have the freak out of her life for good, but the fact that they had once been close brought on an unexpected tinge of sadness.

There was one good thing that came out of this situation, that their son could be, better be, a normal child. Petunia knew she wouldn't be able to handle it if this baby turned out to be just like his mother. She prayed that he was normal, that he wouldn't be a freak. That thought nearly paralyzed her, that this little baby could be just like his mother. It couldn't be, there was no way that this child could be like them.

"All done!" Dudley happily squealed. He had made a mess of the highchair and surrounded area, causing a sigh to escape Petunia's lips. It turned out to be a rather normal day after all, Dudley was still the same chubby, food loving tyke that he always was.

Preview of Chapter 3

Harry grabbed the mail off the carpet and causally looked at the names. There on the second letter was something addressed to him in an elegant emerald green script. Mr. Harry Potter, Cupboard Under the Stairs. He was shocked that someone had sent something to him. Harry tore open the envelope and stared at the letter. At the top was the letterhead which had a crest on it with Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry underneath it. He felt his stomach drop at the sight of the letterhead. He was a wizard.