Author's note: This story idea came to me while listening to Harry Potter and the Philosopher's stone audiobook on audible. I am certain that this idea has been done before. Though I want to put my own spin on the idea! Hope you enjoy! This should be fun!

It was a perfectly normal morning, the birds were chirping, the sun was shining, or rather the sun was shining through the clouds. This is Little Whinging after all. The smell of fresh made coffee was in the air, and by the gods it was a weekend and Vernon could not wait to start his day. Things were quite normal on Privet Drive. Dull colored homes and full green lawns throughout, the HOA made sure of that. He was very grateful that Petunia convinced him that going the way of HOA was the way to go. None of those horrible yellow houses he saw in other neighborhoods. Vernon didn't know why but he has always hated the color yellow! Stretching he shuffled the covers and sheets off him. Sliding his legs off the bed he slipped on his favorite slippers. Haze grey in color. Walking over to the bathroom door he put his robe on promptly started his morning routine. Half way through brushing his teeth he heard it. Crying. It sounded like two babies crying? He must be hearing things he thought finishing his routine. The crying continued though. He was baffled, is there another baby in the house? He walked down the stairs and the crying seemed to intensify. He walked into the kitchen to see a nearing hysterical Petunia.

"Oh Vernon! What are we going to do!"

"Petunia? What is going on here."

"I found him on our front porch! He was just laying there Vernon, Just laying there!" She wailed.

"Laying there? Who just leaves a baby out front of a stranger's house?"

"That's the worst part! It's Lilly's!"

"Lilly's?" He said "What do you mean?"

"There was a letter! It said she and James died! Now we are to take care of Harry."

"We are to what now? Another baby? Petunia how are we going to manage that? Dudley is a handful all on his own!"

"I know Vernon but what are we to do? We can't just get rid of him!" She wailed again.

"Well we certainly could, there is always an orphanage." He sighed out not liking the words as he said them.

"We most certainly will not! How could you! Little Harry is blood!" She yelled angrily.

"Now now there is no need to shout. We can handle this. Wait.. did you say blood? I thought you hated your sister? Because wasn't she one of those… those things?" Vernon said in confusion?

"Gah I know, but she was still my sister! And now she is gone! I spent all those years hating her. Just all that seems so pointless now. I feel so terrible, I should have at least tried to be there for her. But I just couldn't!" She said beginning to cry.

"Now now dear it's alright, we can keep him around." Vernon said rounding the kitchen table on which the two children lay. Looks like Petunia was about to feed Dudley he thought.

Vernon held out his arms and Petunia crashed into them, crying harder than he had ever seen her cry. Even at her mother's funeral she was not so broken up. Holding and consoling his wife he glanced over at the child. Harry huh. He thought. Looking at him for the first time he noticed the glaring unsettling green eyes the boy had. Seemed like old eyes to him. Like the eyes of someone who had seen too much. Certainly too much for one so young. Then he noticed the strange scar on his head. What could that thing be? The boy had an odd air about him, but maybe that was just the circumstances in which his household now found itself.

"It's okay dear, it's okay everything will be alright. I know you cared for your sister, even if you didn't know how to show it." He said comfortingly.

"No!" She pushed away from him. "No I didn't Vernon I did not care! But I should have! What kind of monster am I?"

"You are no monster dear, it is completely understandable that you had these problems with your sister considering all that happened." He said trying to sooth her.

"No no no no no I see it now! I am horrible, I am the worst! I mean I didn't even try to contact her when mother died. I left her out of our mothers funeral! How could anyone be so awful, I just.. I just can't believe I have been this horrible! I try and I try and I try to be the best wife to you, and friendly in the neighborhood, and until a few mintues ago I was focused entirely on being the best mother I could be to our little Dudley!" She half yelled deflating a small amount at a time.

"What are you saying dear?" Vernon asked in true confusion.

"What I am saying is that it stops here. It all stops here. We are taking this baby in. We are bringing him into this family. We will! Love him! We will care for him! He is all I have connecting me to Mum, Dad and now Lily. That is that Vernon, no more talk of orphanages. We will raise him as our own! He will have a wonderful life and that is final!" She said with conviction.

"Okay dear, we will, but what do we do if he is like them? What do we do then?" He asked?

"We will do what I should have done all those years ago. We will accept him." She said with an finality.

Taking the few steps their were from her to the kitchen table she picked up baby Harry.

"You hear that Harry, you are ours now. And we will love you." She said smiling. Tears falling from her face.

At that moment Vernon and Petunia felt an odd shivering, and everything in the house seem a little bit brighter.

The day was finally here.

Harry had known about this day for years now. Ever since that rainy night Uncle V and Mam told him about what happened all those years ago.

Harry walked up the front drive with his umbrella shielding him from the frigid rain. Normally Harry enjoyed the rain, he felt there was something pure about it. Like the world was washed clean whenever it rained. And the smell! He loved the smell of rain, it just smelled so fresh. Normally rainy days were his favorite. Today they were not. At school today his teacher called in sick, so there was a substitute. She was a young pretty woman, with long black hair and blue eyes. At the beginning of class she thought it would be nice as an introduction to tell her a little about themselves. So she asked the class to talk about their loved ones. Every kid in the class spoke about their parents. Going alphabetically Harry was near the last person in the class to talk about his loved ones. Meaning Dudley talked about Uncle V and Mam before him.

"Harry Potter! You are next! Tell us a little about your loved ones, and remember it can be about your parents or anyone else you can think of." She said brightly.

Harry was quiet for a few moments. Dudley saw him struggling and stood up.

"Harry just talk about Mum and Dad!" He said trying to be helpful.

"Mum and Dad, Harry said quietly. "Well I don't know my Mum and Dad." He said quietly. "They didn't want me." He said even quieter tearing up. "I was raised by my Aunt and Uncle, Dudley's parents. They have been wonderful to me, always caring and helping with homework, and every weekend Uncle V takes us to movies! I do love the movies!" He finished awkwardly and sat down.

Tearing up herself, the substitute teacher dismissed the class to recess. A cover for her to run to the office and call the Dursleys, warning them of the interaction as a heads up that Harry may have some tough questions for them soon.

It was raining when Harry got off the bus with Dudley on Privet Drive. Dudley rushed home to catch his shows on the telly. But today Harry took his time. He kept thinking back to the question today in class. Wondering why his parents left him. Why they didn't love him. If they had loved him they would have kept him right? Dragging his feet he was not enjoying the rain as he usually did. Walking up the drive he saw that Uncle V's car was in the port? What was he doing home? He is normally home around 5:30 it's only 3:00. Opening the front door harry folded up his umbrella and shook off the excess water. Taking off his rain jacket and boots he left them in the front closet to dry off. Stepping into the living room he saw dudley sitting in his usual spot waiting eagerly for his shows to come on. Walking into the kitchen he saw Uncle V and Mam sitting at the kitchen table with his favorite snack, cut up celery and peanut butter! Today is getting better he thought.

"Harry dear sit down." Petunia said softly.

Harry complied grabbing a stick of celery and chomping down on it. He loved the crunch it made!

"Harry dear we got a phone call today from your teacher at school." Petunia said softly.

"Substitute Mam, she was a substitute. She was nice." Harry said happily munching away.

"She told us what you said about your parents." Vernon said cautiously.

"She said you think they hated you." He finished.

"Well they do don't they? Why else would they never come to see me?" Harry asked with the honesty and bluntness only achievable by a child.

"Oh Harry it is much more complicated than that, but let me tell you one thing, your parents loved you very much, yes they did." Petunia said choking up.

"Loved?" Harry said. "See you said loved, as in they don't any more".

"No no it's not like that Harry, this is very difficult, Vernon and I have been wondering when you would ask or when we would tell you. We are sorry it took this long, we never meant for you to think that your parents hated you."

"Yes son your parents loved you very much, and like your Aunt is saying, it is a very difficult subject so we think it's best to just put it out there and answer any questions you have." Vernon said, knowing they would tell harry a censored version, he is only 7 years old after all.

"Harry your parents died protecting you, they loved you from the moment you were born until their last breath and they still do wherever they are dear." Petunia choked out wiping away a tear.

"My parents are dead?" Harry asked eyes wide.

"Yes dear they died protecting you."

"Protecting me from what?" Harry asked.

"A bad man broke into your house and they protected you from him." Vernon said feeling a tightening in his chest.

"So they didn't hate me?" Harry asked eyes wide.

"No they loved you very very much, and as terrible as all of this is Harry know that you are a blessing to us. That we love you very much as well." Petunia said.

"There is another thing that we wanted to talk to you about son." Vernon said. "Your parents were different from everyone else Harry."

"Different how?" Harry asked curious.

"Well Harry, they were able to do things that the rest of us can't." Vernon said feeling a little excitement. His views on the subject have changed immensely over the years.

"Like what?" Harry asked bluntly.

"Magic, your parents could do magic." Vernon said.

"Like pulling rabbits out of hats? That is so cool! I love seeing that on the telly!" Harry said excitedly.

"No Harry much much more than that. And this weekend we are going to take a trip and show you!" Petunia said smiling.

"Show me! That sounds awesome! But why? Harry asked.

"Because Harry we think you are going to be just like them!" Vernon said.

"Really!" Harry yelled.

"Yes really! Now finish up your celery we have some arranging to do so we can take this trip." Petunia said.

As Harry ran from the room with excitement Vernon turned to his wife. "That went much better than I thought." He said honestly.

"Yes well that is why we have practiced it a few times." Petunia said looking at her husband with love.

"Very good, I am glad that is over though." Vernon sighed.

"We knew the day would come. Now I wonder." She said while looking at the kitchen window expectantly. Every time they talked about the wizarding world and had questions an owl showed up at their kitchen window. As if it knew. At first this seemed very odd but in these last 7 years it has become more of a comfort. How would they possibly raise and deal with a child like Harry with no help.

Reaching for the window Petunia jumped as she heard a tapping on the glass. "Damn, that gets me every time. Even though I expect it." She said exasperated.

Vernon laughed and helped the owl inside, they promptly wrote the letter asking how to show Harry the wizarding world, now that he knew he was different from the rest of us. That Dumbledore was ever so helpful.

That was the day Harry first heard of real magic. What followed was a wonderful trip to Diagon Alley where he found out he had quite a bit of money left to him from his parents. How much he did not know but the funny looking green guy said it was plenty. So taking a little money Harry picked up a few things through the alley, He went ahead and purchased the 1st year books from the list posted in Flourish & Blotts. As well as a few extras on potions, they seemed particularly interesting to him. He was very disappointed to find that he could not get a wand today. But understood that he will be able to come back after his 11th birthday to purchase one. He could not wait!

From the young age of 7 Harry began his journey into mastering this new world. And Oh how wonderful it is!

Thank you for reading! I am Approaching this with a completely different feel to what I was writing before. I hope you enjoy! More to come!

Next Chapter.

The Letter, Another memorable trip to Diagon ally and meeting some new friends!

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