AN: this is my first uploaded story so I have no idea if I'm doing this right.

Summary: on the night of his parents death Harry Potter is placed on his relatives' doorstep. Hating anything to do with magic they abandon him on the cold roads of Russia only for him to be found and raised by some strange, uh ... People?

ON TO THE STORY

Prologue. The Doorstep.

Vernon Dursley hated anything not normal or freakish. So imagine how he felt when his freakish nephew shows up on his doorstep on the same night his parents died. Well he knew exactly what to do with little Harry.

"Don't worry dear I have a business trip in Moscow." he said to a distraught Petunia.

"I'll take him with me, and I can just leave him there. No one will notice."

She agreed after some coaxing. They perfected their little plan, while a baby with black hair and green eyes slept peacefully despite the painful looking scar on his forehead.

I know it's short but its just the prologue. Review and I'll post the next chapter.