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Its oddly quiet for the 31st of October, All Hallows Eve, but Lily doesn’t think much of it, as she feeds Harry his dinner, there are silencing wards around the house, there should be no reason for anyone to come to the door especially with the Fidelius charm, and that’s why it’s so surprising to hear the creaking gate move, its never been oiled hasn’t needed to be, everyone uses the Floo when they want to see little Harry, or James, or Herself.
She startles, looks to James, he’s heard it too.
He bolts to the door, he doesn’t have his wand. Stupid. There’s no time, she grabs it.
“Run Lily! Take Harry and Run!”
She’s up the stairs in the blink of an eye.
The doors open now, she can tell by the click of the lock.
There’s no time.
Panic.
Harrys shaking.
Harry.
Instinct kicks in, she is almost clear headed.
Green.
A slump, that’s her husband.
No no no no no.
Harry.
She needs to save Harry.
Her Baby.
He’s in the crib, baby monitor jangling sardonically.
Creak
“I Love you, Harry.”
Lavish Dragonhide dress shoes steps through her deaths door.
A kiss on the forehead, that soon, this night will forever be gouged into.
“Move. Move out of the way you stupid Mudblood.”
Her hands are trembling.
“If you let him die, you won’t have to!”
She takes a step forward on unsteady legs, stance still strong.
“Good boy, Harry. Mummy Loves you.”
“Avada Kedavra!”
Green.
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Petunia has just come downstairs at 6:00am sharp, their trying to get sweet Duddykins into a routine. The milk man comes at 5:45am exactly.
She has her apron on, floral prints clashing with todays chosen attire, releases the latch on the front door and daintily opens it, only to pause, she was expecting the milk, its there of course, like always. But there, on her doorstep, is a baby, not just any baby. No. Her freak of a sisters baby.
There’s a letter. Addressed to her. It slowly starts to float itself up.
She grabs it, and the boy too, before the neighbours see the freakishness.
It start to talk, to her.
“Dear Petunia Evans,
You have my deepest apologies, but I must inform you of your younger sisters decease, at the hands of The Dark Lord Voldemort.
This young boy is one Harry Potter, the son of your sister, as you might have guessed.
He has no other family that is in the position to take care of him. And so, unfortunately that responsibility must be yours now.
If he is kicked out he is likely to be murdered.
Sincerely Albus Percival Walfrick Brian Dumbledore