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Prologue
November 1, 2008, 6 am, Surrey England
It was 6 in the morning in Surrey, England, and Petunia Dursley was opening the front door to get the milk. She saw a baby asleep in the basket with a letter tucked into the blanket when she opened the door. She kneeled next to the basket and opened the letter. While she was reading, she had a shocked and concerned face. She looked at her nephew, Harry, and wondered if he would be safe here with her husband, who hates people like him.
While she was debating what to do, she picked him up and brought him inside. She was trying to decide what to do that would keep him safe all the way around. She reread the letter and noticed that it said he had to stay with a blood relative for the protection her sister gave him. Suddenly, she remembered their half-sister, Angela, who knew and loved people like him. She noticed a smell and went to change him, after that she put him in a high chair with cereal and a milk bottle. Then, Petunia went to the phone to call Angela, then remembered the time difference, so she decided to call her after lunch. Vernon came down, and she explained Harry’s appearance and her plan, he agreed to it. After he ate, he went to work. The morning went by fast. Soon it was 2 and Dumbledore, who she told her idea to, was there, so she called her sister.
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November 1, 2008, 9 am, Jeffersonian
Angela had just gotten into her office and was trying to reconstruct the corpse that Booth’s son had found the finger of. Cam and the Intern, Mr. Starrett, came in asking about the facial reconstruction. As she was finishing it, she said, “The skull was badly mangled, so I was only able to do a partial. But I crossed-checked physiological markers against the Missing Person’s database, and it yielded three possibilities. Okay. Robert Sanches, 24.”
“Too young,” Starrett said.
Angela made a couple of clicks and said, “Michael Minden, former basketball coach, 39.”
“Too tall,” he replied.
Angela sighed, and after a couple more clicks, “That leaves Dr. Seth Elliott, Veterinarian, 37.”
Cam turned towards Starrett and asked, “Any objection to Dr. Elliott?”
He looked thoughtful, then answered, “He falls into the parameters. Plus, dog trainers use freeze-dried bull penises as rewards.”
Angela looked at him with a weird out looked and asked, “How do you know about the bull penis stuff?”
“He’s middle-aged, and he’s held every possible job,” Cam said with an amused look.
“4 boys, seven dogs, 14 guinea pigs, one reticulated python-” at that moment, Angela’s phone rang “- You get the point.”
“Yea, I got it,” Angela said while answering her phone. “Hey, sis. What’s up?”
She heard a sigh from over the phone, then a sniffle and Petunia said, “I have terrible news and need to ask a favor.”
“Okay?” Angela dragged out the word while standing up and moving to her desk. “Is everything alright?”
Petunia sniffed again and said in a shaky voice, “No.” Then she took a deep breath and said, “Lily and James were killed last night.”
Angela gasped and covered her mouth, replying, “Lily and James were killed last night? Are you sure?” At that, Cam and Sarrett looked at her with concern. “What about Harry?”
“He survived. The favor I was going to ask you, would you be Harry’s guardian? You know how Vernon feels about people like them. I don't want to risk Harry getting hurt.”
“Of course, I wouldn’t mind being Harry’s guardian?” Angela answered. “But, what about Sirius and Remus?”
“Why don’t you talk to Dumbledore about that? I didn’t understand it. He’s right here.” Petunia said.
“Okay, let me talk to him,” Angela said.
There was the sound of the phone being passed, and then she heard a Grandfatherly voice say, “Hello, Miss Angela. This is Albus Dumbledore; how are you doing?”
Angela sighed and said, “Upset and a little impatient because I want to know why Sirius and Remus can’t look after Harry?”
“Several reasons and these are mainly because of the Ministry. First, Sirius can’t do it because he is in Azkaban being charged for betraying the Potters to the Dark Lord and blowing up a street, killing 13 muggles and Peter Pettigrew; all that was left was his finger. Remus because of his condition. When Harry survived the attack, it was because Lily did a spell to protect him, and the only way for it to stay protecting him is if he lived with a blood relative,” Dumbledore replied.
“Okay, I understand about the thing with Lily; it doesn’t surprise me that she did something like that to protect Harry. Now I know Sirius would never betray them; he thought of James and Lily as siblings and Harry is his godson, he would never betray them. Not to mention that he wasn’t the Secret Keeper, they told me. Next, if Peter did get blown up, you should have found more than a finger. Is it charred at all?” Angela asked.
There was a pause, and then he answered, “Not really.”
Angela thought about it for a minute. Then she said, “Hold on.” She turned towards Cam and asked, “Do you mind after the case, and when Harry gets here, I take some time off to get him settled? And can you ask Brennan to look at a finger and tell me if it was blown off?”
“Of course, Angela. And when you do pick him up, bring him here, please, so I can make sure he is alright.” Cam said.
“Thanks, Cam.” Angela put the phone back up to her ear and said, “Can you bring him here, I’m kinda in the middle of an investigation, and can you bring the finger? There is someone here who can tell you if it was blown off. And bring Remus, I would like to do joint custody of Harry with him.” Then she lowered her voice, “And see if I can tell a few people that I trust about your secret to make it easier to take care of him and make sure you wear Muggle clothing and take a plane, please.”
“Okay, Angela, we will get a plane; I know some people with a private jet, and Petunia says she will text you the information. I will get things to straighten away with Gringotts and the Ministry, so you and Remus can share custody, I will bring the finger, and I’ll get it squared away so you can tell your superiors about us. See you when we get there.” Then the line disconnected.