Harry is 7 going on 8 (my math skills do leave something to be desired though)
"One crow, sorrow, two crows, joy, three crows for a girl, four crows for a boy, five crows for silver, six crows for gold, seven crows for a secret thats never been told"
June 6, 1987
It was a relatively quiet morning at Number 4 Privet Drive. A small boy stood at the stove, frying a large pan filled with bacon. Green eyes slid to the window for a moment, widening in curiosity at the bird sitting in the tree outside. He gave a startled blink when molten gold eyes locked with his, a feeling of sharp recognition running through him.
A thin hand sharply whapped the back of his head, and he couldn't help the yelp that escaped when some of the grease splattered on his hands. "Boy, you had best not burn that bacon! My Diddykins will be up any minute and I want his breakfast ready," His Aunt snapped. "And you had better not be making a mess, or there will be no breakfast for you tomorrow either!"
"Yes, Aunt Petunia." Harry sighed, returning his attention to the pan. A knock sounded at the front door as he moved the finished breakfast to three plates, one for his Aunt, Uncle, and Cousin. Just as he was setting the plates on the table his Aunt started screaming.
"I won't have your kind in my home! He promised no one would come, that you people would stay away from here," Harry edged closer to the archway, unable to hear the reply. "How dare you! You can't just come barging in here-"
"I won't leave until I speak with him Petunia," The visitor answered. "Call him out of the kitchen would you?"
His Aunt spluttered and then, "BOY! Get out here." Harry scurried out of the door and into the hall; his Aunt gave him a dark look as she stood in the middle of the hall. "You've a visitor, hurry and speak with her so she'll leave."
Harry blinked, turning to look at the other woman in the hall and stared. The woman looked rather a lot like him; her rich black hair fell in messy looking curls that framed an aristocratic face, she was slightly taller than his Aunt Petunia and seemed to be using that slight difference to stare down her nose at the blonde. The biggest difference in their looks was her eyes, instead of being a vibrant green they were a molten gold not unlike the bird that had been sitting outside.
"Hello, Harry. You've grown quite a lot since I've seen you last," Her voice was much softer than when she had spoken to his Aunt. "You were only a baby then of course, fit right in James' hands."
Harry broke out of his staring at that, "You knew my dad?" The question was out before he could stop himself and he stiffened slightly as his Aunts eyes narrowed.
But the woman just laughed, "Of course, James was my brother. We were always very close, and Lily became rather like a sister to me. They named me your Godmother when you were born; unfortunately I was very far away when they died and was only able to come back recently."
"Where were you when the car crash happened?" Harry asked, confused. How far away could this woman have been to have only made it back recently?
"Car crash," She murmured, her eyes sparking with confusion before they locked on Petunia with sudden ferocity. "You... You... told him his parents died in a car crash? How dare you! How dare you deny him the truth about that much at the very least! I should hex your eyelids to your toenails!"
"You can't! You aren't allowed to do those freaky things in the normal world!" Petunia managed to screech, before her angry eyes slid to Harry. "Get back to cooking breakfast boy, this visit is over. You get out of my house!"
"Not bloody likely Petunia," The woman snapped out, her eyes narrowing on his Aunt Petunia. "Harry, get all of your things. I'm taking you home with me." The little boy seemed to be struggling with himself and her face softened. She knelt down to look into his face, "Harry? Please go get your things. I'm your aunt and I love you very much. I just want to take you home."
The little boy seemed to find something he needed in her eyes and spun to the cupboard under the stairs, crawling inside. When he came out with his extra set of clothes, chipped toy soldiers, and ratty baby blanket his Aunt Petunia was gone and his new Aunt's face was set in grim lines. She smiled at him though and then pulled and held him close. There was the strange sensation of being pulled through a too small tube and then the feeling of grass under his feet.
Harry blinked at the large grassy field they were standing in, "How did?"
His Aunt smiled, "Apparition, I practiced quite a bit before I came to get you. Hold on a moment and I'll explain more." She pulled a slip of paper from an inner pocket of her cloak and handed it to him, "Read this, not out loud."
Harry blinked in confusion as his eyes trailed over the words, Potter Cottage is in Rayven Glenn. His new Aunt laughed suddenly and Harry glanced up and gasped. A house was sitting in middle of what had been an empty field. Seven crows sat above the door of the house.