Chapter 3: Wizards and Healers and Goblins Oh My!

A/N: I have decided to continue writing both stories at the same time. I have also decided that Harry will not be a Horcrux, so there will only be six instead of seven. Here is my newest chapter, thank you all my loyal followers. For the baby stuff I am using my personal knowledge and some from the internet. At this stage in life the boys have already started eating solids, walking and speaking real words. The words in bold are notes that I felt could not wait until the end.

Once upstairs she entered Dylan's room to find Dylan completely wrapped up in both blankets and Harry snuggled into the corner without one. Shaking her head at her son's behavior she gently untangled him from the blankets and covered Harry back in his.

Harry opened his eyes to look at her before closing them again and burrowing into his blanket. Dylan made a grumpy noise when she took the blanket but settled down when she tucked his checkered blanket around him.

Going over to the cabinet she took out two diapers and set them on the changing table along with wipes and baby powder. Walking to the other end she opened the top drawer of the chest in search of an onesie that would fit Harry; while both boys were the same age Dylan was heavier so his suit would be a size bigger.

Selecting a blue striped one that she thought would fit for Harry and a green striped one for her son she placed both on the changing table and went over to get them dressed.

Picking up Dylan first she took him out of the crib and laid him on his back and unbuttoned the bottom of his onesie pulling it up she lifted up his bum to take off his wet nappy. She found that it was easier to change him when he was half asleep otherwise he tended to flail his legs while she changed him.

Folding it up and tossing it in the bin she reached for the wipes, after cleaning him she lightly powdered his bum and slide the clean nappy underneath.

Having changed him she completely took of his old suit and threw it in the hamper, dressing him in the green onesie she looked over to the crib to see if Harry was awake. He was still asleep so she took Dylan downstairs and sat him his highchair and poured some cheerios into a bowl and gave him a little milk and a children's spoon.

Vernon was still at the reading the paper so she left Dylan with him and walked back upstairs to wake up Harry. She was startled to see that he was now sitting up in his crib chewing on the end of his blanket when she could have sworn he was still fast asleep.

Dismissing it as unimportant she spoke gently to him, "Good morning Harry, did you sleep well?" Harry opened his mouth wide showing his gums and the few baby teeth he had "Uh, huh" then looking at her he asked "'unt Pet where mama a'd dada?"

Looking at him sadly she reached out and gathered him into her arms. Stroking the sparse black hair on his head she rocked him gently. Speaking softly she told him "I am sorry Harry but Mama and Dada had to go back to the sky and become stars you'll see them again soon lovey." (I don't really know what you're supposed to tell kids when their parents die but I feel like they should become stars or plants)

She watched as Harry scrunched his nose and his cheeks turned red he whispered to her "What 'bout Paddy and Moony?" Petunia's mind blanked for a moment as she could not recall anyone named Paddy or Moony, then like lightening she remembered that Lilly had said Potter and his cohorts had called themselves the Marauders and given themselves codenames.

If she remember correctly Paddy was Padfoot his real name was Sirius something, like a color; Sirius Green….Blue….wait! Sirius Black that was it. And Moony was the scruffy looking one though he was so much more well-mannered Remus Lupin.

She wasn't sure that she wanted them around her family but seeing as they were from the magical world and despite what she had told Vernon Harry would be a wizard and he should know about his place in that world she would try to contact them and see if they could teach Harry, until then she would keep it a secret.

Looking down at the poor boy she caressed his cheek and did her best reassure him, "Paddy and Moony are still here lovey and we will see if they can visit."

Walking over to the changing table once he was calm she laid him down and swiftly changed his nappy and suit. He lay there quietly as she did this making her wonder if he really understood that they would not be coming back.

Listening to the laughter drifting up the stairs form the kitchen she felt a deep sadness. This could have been Lily's life, she thought, a husband and wife with their only son enjoying each day. Lily won't watch her son grow up like I will and I will never hear from her again.

Suddenly it seemed to hit her, her sister was dead, gone, never to be heard from again and she Petunia would be the one raising her infant son in her stead. She could feel the tears prickling her eyes and the sob making its way up her throat.

She was therefore startled when she felt a small warm hand on her cheek, looking into Lily's brilliant green eyes she watched as the little hand come up and wipe at the tears dripping down her face. "Don' cry auntie." He said small voice so full of life "It wibb be okay."

Laughing lightly at the fact that Lily's son was giving her comfort she wiped off the rest of her tears and gave him and Eskimo kiss. (Means to rub noses together) "I'll be okay Harry thank you." Harry nodded at her then held up his arms, smiling at the universal signal for up she gathered him I her arms and settled him onto her him.

Leaving the room she carefully walked down the stairs and once again entered the kitchen to make breakfast. Settling Harry on the table she dished him up a plate of scrambled eggs and milk in one of Dylan's Sippy cups.

Vernon, it seemed had already cleared the table and she could hear him talking to their son in the living room, his boisterous voice obvious telling some rousing joke. Watching carefully she handed him a child's fork as he was old enough to feed himself by now; though she was ready with a napkin in case he spilled any food.

Harry ate his breakfast, happily scooping the eggs into his mouth he struggled to remember what his aunt had said to him oh that's right mommy and daddy were gone he wondered if they were like his grandparents and went into the ground.

But Auntie had said they went to the sky did both happen? He would ask her later right now he wanted some milk. (Harry will be so much smarter than the average child but he will not be a super-duper genius, I need him to have a functional thinking process; he will still be a child though.)

Cleaning his mouth and placing the dishes in the sink, she'd get to them later, Petunia placed Harry on her hip and together they entered the living room. Turning to her husband she asked him, "Would you mind watching both of the boys while I write and send those letters?" her tone cautious.

Vernon looked up from where he had been encouraging Dylan to walk to his stuffed dog instead of waiting till he handed it to him. Thinking he decided it would do no harm to Dylan and maybe he could teach the boy to be normal, nodding his head he voiced his agreement "Sure thing Pet, set him down here and let's see if we can't get him to walk."

Smiling gratefully at him she gently placed Harry next to her son, speaking to him and Vernon she said "Harry love this is your Uncle Vernon my husband and my son Dylan your cousin I will be in the kitchen writing letters, stay here and play nice okay?" (I never understood why parents told their children to play nice shouldn't it be nicely?)

Harry looked at his aunt for a moment and then at the man who she named his uncle and the child who was his cousin, he had not seen them before he thinks; however that doesn't mean they can't have fun like Moony and Paddy. Turning to his aunt again he nodded and gave a smile with the few teeth he had.

While she was not too worried about Harry himself she was worried about what would happen if he did do magic in front of Vernon tolerant as he is it might just upset him terribly. Speaking softly she said "No magic right now lovey okay? Maybe later we will."

(All the little pet names: love, dear, lovey, honey, and sweetie, sweetheart; these are things I call my brothers I feel that as a normal loving mother Petunia would show this by calling her family members using terms of endearment like those.)

She stared intently at him making sure he understood; Harry did in fact understand and nodded affirmatively at his aunt then crawled over to where Dylan was standing. "Want to play?" he asked his baby voice soft. Dylan looked to his father for guidance, Vernon simply handed him the toy he was reaching fir and gave him a gentle push in Harry's direction.

Together they played as babies do with lots of noise and little co-ordination. Vernon sat back in his chair and observed the carefree manner in which they entertained themselves, glad that his wife was happy and that Dylan had playmate; and as he had promised his aunt Harry didn't use any magic to play.

Petunia sat at the kitchen table after gathering her formal stationary and steel nib pen. The design of the stationary was cream colored paper with lilac edging and at the top it stated her married name and address, the pen was similar to that of writing with a quill which she thought would endear her to them as it was of their world.

In addition to this she lit a red candle and took out Lil's personal seal as a married woman. Lily had given it to her the last Christmas they had together '79. The seal was backwards as per normal and depicted a lily flower with the initials L.P. and in Latin 'ambit omnia amor' meaning 'love encompasses all'. Lily had gotten it made for her after the wedding; she told Petunia that she wanted her to have it just in case.

Did Lily know what might happen to her? Was she preparing for the possibility of her death? Petunia shook her head clearing herself of those thoughts, thinking about what if's would do her no good it was best to stay in the future and right now she needed to prepare for her nephew's future.

Shuffling the paper into a pile she carefully wrote:

To whom it may concern,

My name is Petunia Dursley and I am addressing this letter to the Official Bank of the Wizarding world in the hopes of procuring financial aid for child care. The child in question is my nephew Harry James Potter, he is fifteen months of age and I am already caring for my own son of only a month older but a more voracious eater.My husband is only the junior director of the Grunnings Drill Company; as it says in the name it makes drills, however it does not bring in that much business so we live on a small income and I have no job. I am only asking for a minor stipend solely for the use of caring for my nephew Harry Potter as my husband's current job which is just barely enough for three people cannot handle caring for a fourth. I would appreciate any amount you can help with no matter how minuscule. Thank you for your time.

Sincerely, Petunia Dursley

While the letter was more of a missive than anything she was satisfied with how the letter asked for assistance without sounding as though she was begging for it. Petunia did have her pride after all; she then sealed the letter with candle wax and Lily's personal seal. Flipping the letter over she wrote on the front of the envelope: Gringotts Wizarding Bank and below that Diagon Alley London, England.

A/N: I decided to end after Petunia wrote the note for the Goblins; I hope this was enough background information for you. Thank you to all my reviewers and followers (I only fixed the Christmas thing, I just remembered they died in 1981, so they couldn't have had Christmas in 1989. face-palm, thanks so much for all the support.)