'... The failure to integrate the 'Muggle raised' is a continuing problem for Magical Society. This is just not because of those that drop out of Magical Society, I should not have to remind you that Voldemort was one of the 'Muggle raised'...'
Albus Dumbeldore, Attitudes towards Muggles in Modern Magical Britain
The clock struck twelve.
Harry was disappointed there was not an instant knock at the door, he imagined that Wizards were always on time, or at least liked to make dramatic entrances. But, he supposed, that maybe the Wizard that was coming for him had a different time on his watch, and he would arrive at exactly twelve by his timing.
At around twenty seconds past twelve two sharp cracks outside followed by a sharp knock at the door. Petunia, who had been sat with a white knuckle grip on the table, leapt to her feet and went to the front door. Harry followed out to the door of the living room so he could peek around the corner.
Petunia, with only a slight hesitation, opened the front door. Outside were two people dressed in strange black robes, one was an older woman with a severe look on her face, the other a middle age man with pale, almost yellow skin, and a large hooked nose.
'Petunia, it is good to see you again' The man said, shocking Harry. His Aunt knew (alleged) Magical people!
'May we come inside?' The sharp looking woman said... sharply.
'Yes of course, please sit down.' His Aunt said, and started to bustle back towards the living room.
Harry rapidly backed away, until he bumped into the table.
The man and the woman followed behind his Aunt, the man in front.
Inside of going to immediately sit down the man approached Harry, reaching out his hand to shake.
'Harry Potter' The man seemed to have a strange way of speaking in general, but the way he rolled 'Potter' around his mouth was especially notable. 'I am Professor Severus Snape, the Potions Master at Hogwarts, among other things. I was a childhood friend of both your Father and your Aunt.' He said as he shook Harry's hand 'And this is Professor Mcgonagall, our Deputy Headmistress.' The older woman nodded at him... sharply.
He Aunt seemed to have faded into the background.
The two Professors sat down on the couch and looked at him.
'Is there anything you wish to ask Mr. Potter? Young Muggle-raised are normally very curious at this point, especially young Wizards.' The woman asked.
'Ermmm... provethatmagicisreal!'
The man, Snape, snorted, but the Woman's expression didn't change, she simply stood up.
'I admire your haste Potter, it takes most young Muggle-raised at least a few minutes to get to this obvious question'
The Woman transformed into a cat. Harry gasped. The Woman transformed back.
'Will that be quite sufficient ?'
'Yep.'
'Good, then moving along, today Potter we will go and pick up another Muggle-raised, and then take you to Diagon alley to pick up your school supplies. I trust this will prove no problem?'
Harry shook his head.
'Er, I put some money away for Harry's Schooling, I don't know if its enough. I know sending James to Hogwarts was quite expensive, we had to get a scholarship.' Petunia said, reappearing into the conversation.
'Not to worry Mrs. Evans, Potter is the last living scion of a junior branch of the Potter family, one of the great pureblood families of the Magical World. In other terms, when his Mother died he inherited quite a sum of money.' Mcgonagall said without as much as glancing in his Aunt's direction.
'Now Potter.' She continued. 'Get whatever things you need, we will pick up another Muggle-raised and then proceed to Diagon Alley, the heart of the British Wizarding world.