Hello all reading my story! Thank you for reading my story! I appreciate it, very much so! This is my first fanfiction, so please, be kind. It took me a while to get this right, and I'm rather proud of it.
I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER (sadly) IT BELONGS TO OUR QUEEN AND HER HELPERS.

It is a normal morning on Privet Drive, nothing different, everything exactly the same- except a bundle of blankets on the steps of number four.

A sharp cry sends the nearby birds flying and neighbors' windows to swing open. The door to the Duesleys House flies open, nearly hitting poor baby Harry. Out steps Mr. Dursley, briefcase in one hand, car keys in the other. He nearly choked on his half- chewed doughnut when he saw the little thing on the steps.

Completely bewildered, he bends sown to look between the folds to find a set of green eyes staring up at him.

Without thinking, he ran inside and dragged his wife outside, who was in the process of feeding their beach ball-sized son.

"Don't ask- come- out on the front steps- a CHILD!" He finally said, bugged-eyed and heaving. Petunia no longer questioned it- something was out of the ordinary.

When they stepped outside, Vernon pointed at the child, than headed for his car- he was already late.

When he turned off the road, Petunia lifted the sleeping child up, who squirmed a bit, but otherwise stayed asleep.

"Oh… what a little doll, you are!" Petunia cooed at the baby boy. She noticed the letter under his blanket and pulled it out.

She broke the seal with one hand, still holding Harry, and shook open the heavy yellow parchment. As she read, her eyes grew wider and wider.
When she finished the letter, she looked down at the child, half between disgusted and in awe. Suddenly, a loud sob broke the peaceful silence surrounding them, and Petunia fell to her knees on the front steps, clutching the boy tightly. She stayed like that for a few minutes, Harry joining, be woken abruptly.

After a long while of crying with her nephew, Petunia stood on weak knees and stepped inside, not wanting the neighbors to see her this way (if they hadn't already).

She found that Dudley had thrown his mashed peas all over the room and all over himself. Setting Harry in Dudley's crib, she went and cleaned her boy's mess, and, for the first time, found fault in him.

After she settled him down for a nap in her and Vernon's bed, she went to check on her nephew, who had fallen back asleep.

Without thinking, she reached into the crib and pushed aside a bit of his hair to find a scabby cut on his forehead in the shape of a lightning bolt. She ran her finger along it gently so he wouldn't notice.

"Lily…" She said quietly, as if her sister could hear her through the baby. "Lily… I promise to keep your boy safe as possible. I swear I won't abandon him like I abandoned you… I swear, cross my heart." She marked an 'x' above her heart. Although Petunia was a grown woman, she still believed that promises should be kept, and that crossing your heart sworn yourself to your promise. She swore she would keep this baby alive with all her heart. The last piece of her sister left.