The next morning, Breanna the Raven flew back to Privet Drive, Harry's new home. She transformed, wearing muggle clothing, as to blend in with them. She hid behind a tree, taking out her wand, Dumbledore sent her. She peeked out an eye, whispering a spell, making the muggle phone ring. She saw Mrs. Dursley grab it, and she held onto her own.
Using her wand once more, she made it so that she could be Harry's babysitter. Putting away her wand and stepping onto the porch, she knocked on the door.
It opened, and a very skinny woman with short black hair looked her up and down.
"Hello Mrs. Dursley, I believe we spoke on the phone about me being Potter's babysitter?" She said, though she despised calling him 'Potter' in such a way.
After a few moments, Petunia laughed and remembered.
"Oh yes, yes come this way. He is in his cupboard."
Raising an eyebrow, Breanna wondered why she would put the poor baby in the cupboard. Following her, she watched as the door opened. Petunia allowed her to do what she wanted. This was her responsibility now, at least for a few hours. She picked him up, holding Harry on her waist. Petunia left the two, going back to dealing with her own son, Dudley.
"Why hello there Harry," She cooed to the baby, as he smiled. "Come on, I will give you a proper room, how about that?" Hearing the baby laugh and giggle, she walked up upstairs.
Walking down the hallway, Breanna saw that there was a guest room, Dudley's 'old' room. Using her wand, she transformed it. In front of her, many baby boy things popped up. There was a crib, changing table, baby toys, and everything the boy needed. Hoisting the baby up her waist, she nodded, satisfied with her work. Still holding Harry, she picked up a rubber ball. She set Harry down, with a bunch of pillows to support him, so he did not tip over. Sitting crisscrossed, she smiled and rolled the ball, beginning to play with him.
Harry cooed and clapped his hands, picking up the ball and throwing it.
"Oh good job, Harry, you are very strong." She exclaimed as he laughed again.
The two played for what seemed like hours, but Breanna knew that she would not be able to last long as his babysitter, as she wouldn't age. She only took the job to keep an eye on him, protecting him from Voldemort, who could be lurking, despite being weak; he very well could still come and try again. Getting up, she warmed Harry a bottle, and then sat down on a rocking chair. She put it in his mouth, rocking him back and forth.
Harry drank from the bottle, looking up at her; he blinked his eyes a few times getting drowsy. Breanna gave a weak smile, holding his head up gently so he would not choke on the milk. She loved Harry and wanted to be his mother.
Once he is eleven you will watch over harry under Lily's request.
She remembered his words exactly and knew waiting would be worth it, it did not take long for Harry to fall asleep. She put him in the crib tucking him in lightly. Heading downstairs, she saw that the Dursley's had gone out for a while with Dudley. Of course, leaving her alone with Harry It was then she felt a slight breeze hit her hair. Breanna was on her guard, holding her wand close to her, as her eyes went from the floor to the window she knew, she knew exactly what it was; whom it was to be exact, but even she was not that thick. Smirking, the girl knew he could not get through, as long as she was here, Harry could not be touched.
Seeing it gone in just a quick second, she snapped out of her thoughts. Breanna looked to see the Dursley's home. Did it pass that quickly? Walking over to the door, she knew it was time to leave Harry, for now, as it was just for a day.
"You are done already?" asked the man, who goes by Vernon.
"Yes, I must go, I am sure you will do well to take care of harry, he is a very special boy after all, a bright one too."
With that, she left; leaving the Dursley's questioning what was that all about Breanna looked around one more time, after leaving the porch. She knew Harry would be fine, even though her gut told her otherwise. She heard the cries from Harry, knowing that he noticed she was gone. She shed a single tear, making her feel so dreadful for leaving him alone with those horrible people. She could not even use oblivate on him or else he would forget everything. However, she knew babies would not even remember such a thing like that. Apparating into Diagon Alley to get her mind off Harry, She walked down the street, getting clothes and some book. Whilst walking, she could not help but look at the prankster shop. She was definitely a prankster.
Entering the shop, the brown-haired person looked through the different pranks, laughing a bit to herself remembering the times she pranked. As she was about to grab one she saw a hand going for the same prank.
"Oh sorry," She apologized to the boy looking down at him. "Here, you can have it, sweetie." She said, smiling.
"You'll probably need it, I'm sure of it." She glanced at the other redheads in the store, who she is sure are his family. An idea strikes her, and she looks down.
"How about I buy it for you, too?" She says, leading him to the register. She bought it, then kneeled down, handing him the prank.
She tucked some hair behind her ear, shyly, and she noticed she was not the only one feeling shy.
"Thank you." Fred thanked her, his face slightly red, rivaling his hair.
"I'm Breanna." She introduced herself to the red-haired, but before he could say his name, his twin called him over.
"C'mon Fred, we have to go!" the other shouted.
Turning back to the girl, who had watched quietly, he smiled and told her his name, "I'm Fred Weasley, pleasure to meet you."
They shook hands. Something happened as their hands touched she had felt it. Smiling she watched him leave with the prank she had bought with him. Walking away from the store, she was renewed with purpose and apparated away. She arrived at Privet Drive, a plan in her mind.