A mysterious figure, shrouded in a full black cloak, approached the cottage. As he drew closer, a poised and ready woman stood outside with a wand, her bravery shining through the darkness.

She was a stately-looking witch, her emerald green shawl adding a touch of elegance to her formidable presence, a stark contrast to the impending danger.

The man's eyes locked with hers as they unleashed a flurry of spells, each one more intense than the last.

He grew tired of this battle and shot out the killing curse. Once it landed on the woman, she fell to the floor without her soul.

He then walked into the cottage before a green flash came by the door, and after three minutes, another one came from one of the bedroom windows.


After three years, John Hamman walked and was being driven down the road until he arrived at Number 4 Privet Drive.

He was an older man, around fifty with white hair combed back and a short white beard that was neatly trimmed, he had pale blue eyes gaunter, and he had the wrinkles and liver spots of old age. He was dressed in a black suit as he walked up to the house.

With him was his butler, who was an old man, that was thin and short. He clearly showed his age, with facial wrinkles and details. His face was long and square, and his eyes were droopy rather than sharpened, with brown pupils. His hair, receding and greying, was slicked back and tied up. His skin was fair. His attire included a long-sleeved white shirt with sleeve garters and cuffs, a black tie under a black waistcoat, black trousers, and black boots. In addition, he wore a monocle pince nez.

The butler knocked on the door, and when it was open, John's eyes narrowed as he saw a boy who looked like his dead son-in-law.

The boy had untidy jet-black hair that stuck up. However, his almond-shaped, startlingly green eyes were identical to those of John's youngest daughter.

The elderly man did not like the look on the bo,y as he looked too skinny and too pale.

"Hello, is Petuina or Vernon here?" John asked as the boy nodded and walked inside and that was when a woman walked up and she gained a pail face.

She was a thin, blonde-haired woman with a long neck, a long face, a lantern jaw, and large teeth. She had large, pale blue eyes, the same shade as Jhon's. And she was dressed in a sun dress.

This was Petuina Dursley.

John's eldest daughter

"Hello dad," Petuina said as she looked at the man.

"Petuina, was that Lily son?" John asked as he looked at her, and she looked back before nodding.

"Yes," Petunia said with a nod.

"And can you tell me why he looks so frail, and if you lie I will happily call the police so that we can get the truth?" John asked as she looked at her father in shock.

"You would call the police on your own daughter?" She asked him.

"Yes," John told her as she looked at him.

Petunia said nothing for a while, "He's like Lily a freak," She said as John scowled at her.

"Thank you for telling me that and I will now give you two options, the first is you will give me my grandson for me to raise him properly or I will use all at my disposal to make sure you and your husband will never be able to finally recover from it," John said as Petunia looked shocked before she scowled at her father.

"Your always was soft on Lily more than me and Rose," She told her father, who shook her head.

"Wrong, Rose knew what she wanted to do in life and is now a lawyer and is doing well, and for Lily, she was a Witch, did me and your mother supported her, yes, but we also supported you and Rose," John told her as Petunia said nothing before she walked back into the house.

"Boy, get your things, you're going with your grandfather and never come back," Petunia said as the young boy went to the went to get something.

After a few minutes, the boy got something and walked out as John smiled at him.

"Hello, I'm your grandfather, and I'm going to take you in and give you a good life," John said as the young boy said. "What's your name then?" He asked the young boy.

"I'm Harry Potter sir," The boy said as the butler led Harry over to their car.

John looked at his daughter, "I will be still sending you money, but only for four more years then I am cutting you off," He told her as she nodded.

He made his way back to his car before he turned to her, "I am disappoint in you," John told her before he got into the car Petunia closed the door with a sad look as people came out and looked as John was driven away.

"Tell me Harry, what is you like to do, and would you like to know more about your mother?" John asked his grandson who nodded.

"Yes please," Harry said with a small smile.

"Well then your mother was what is called a witch," John said as he told Harry about who his mother was.


Over in Scotland at the School of Hogwarts, the headmaster looked at a letter he had received as his deputy headmistress stood with him.

The headmaster was a tall man with a long silver beard and blue eyes that sparkled and dressed in purple robes.

The deputy headmistress was a stern woman in dark green robes. "So he is with his grandfather now?" She asked the man.

"Yes, and I do not know why I did not think of him," He said as the woman nodded. "I shall stop the money going to his aunt and give Arabella a new home within Hogsmead," He said as the woman nodded.