Disclaimer: I own nothing but the idea. As unfortunate as that is...
I have no idea why I wrote this. I'm completely intolerant of the
Dursleys' behaviour of Harry. Seriously, if I were McGonagall and I'd
seen the state of Harry first year, I'd have flown to their house and
given them SUCH a hexing!!! But yeah, here it is.
Dear Mrs. Petunia Dursley, It is my sad duty to inform you that your sister, Mrs. Lily Potter,
and her husband, Mr. James Potter, died yesterday evening. They have
been survived by their son, Harry Potter, who is to be placed in your
care. As you are no doubt aware, Lord Voldemort, the darkest wizard of
our age, and the man who regretfully murdered your parents, Rose and
Joseph Evans, has been after them for many years now. He finally caught
up with them last night. It was Lily's dearest wish that her son be
left with you, in the event of her untimely passing. Although you were
not always close, she loved you dearly. Rest assured that a weekly
balance of 100 pounds will be put directly into your bank account to
pay for his care. Look after him well, Mrs. Dursley. Not only his life, but also the
lives of your own family depend on this. For only you, with your blood
connection to him, can keep him safe from Voldemort and his followers.
And by keeping him safe, you keep yourselves safe, for he is the only
one who can rid both the Magical world, and yours, from the greatest
evil of our time Once again, my condolences. There will be a will reading on the
13th of November, at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, in my
office. If you wish to attend, there is enough Floo powder in the
bottom of this envelope to convey both you and Harry. All you need do
is to throw it into your lighted fire, and, once the fire turns green,
step inside. Shout "Professor Dumbledore's Office, Fawkes" at the top
of your lungs, and then jump out when the spinning gets to be too much. I bid you adieu, Yours truly, Professor Albus J. Dumbledore Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Supreme Mugwump, Order of Merlin First Class, Etcetera, etcetera.
Petunia put down the letter, feeling a pain in her heart.
Regardless of the fact that Lily was a freak, she had still loved her
little sister dearly. And now she was gone...there was no chance for
reconciliation, no chance to say she was sorry.
Biting back a
sob, Petunia returned her gaze to the boy lying in the blankets. Most
people would see James Potter in every inch of the child. The same
hair, the same face shape and nose, the same skin tone. But not
Petunia. She saw only Lily, in those big green eyes, in the curve of
that mouth, in the pointy chin.
She looked down at Harry, and
vowed nothing would ever hurt her little nephew. And as for that freaky
school...it had taken away her sister, it would never take away the one
thing left of Lily. No matter what, she would stamp the magic out of
him. He would be normal. Just like them.