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The Muggles' Son

Chapter 3: The Dursleys

Petunia Dursley had just finished bathing her little Dudders and laying him down for his morning nap when a knock sounded at the door. She opened the door to find a tall strange man in a flashy Purple dress standing at her door. Getting a weird feeling, she went to shut the door, but was stopped by his foot as he pushed his way inside.

"Petunia Dursley?" the man asked, holding out his hand to be shaken. Petunia hid her hands behind her back and stepped towards the phone. "I'm Albus Dumbledore, Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. You may remember corresponding with me when Lily was invited to Hogwarts."

"W-what do you want? We don't talk to Lily. Your kind aren't welcome here," Petunia stammered. She could feel the sweat beginning to form on her brow.

"I'm here to check up on Harry, he had a rather nasty scar on his forehead that I wanted to take a look at, and I wanted to enquire as to why you never read my letter?" Dumbledore replied, stepping fully into the hall and closing the door behind him.

"I don't know what you are talking about. There is no Harry here and I never got your letter. I haven't corresponded with you since you told me I was ineligible for your prestigious school, and I have no care to now," Petunia had reached the phone and was feeling a bit more confident now.

"Surely you found your nephew Harry Potter this morning? I left him on your doorstep late last night."

"The only thing on my doorstep this morning was the milk, as it should have been. I neither know nor care what happened to Lily's son. Perhaps one of the stray dogs in the neighborhood ran off with him." Petunia sneered. There was no way this man was going to coerce her into caring for her sister's brat. Lily had made her bed with wizards and Petunia was well rid of her.

"Not here?" Dumbledore demanded. Suddenly he was peering into her eyes and she could feel a headache forming as though someone were pressing on her mind. She wrenched her gaze away from him.

"My nephew is not in this house and has never been. Now, I demand that you leave before I call the police," she demanded, lifting up the phone.

"Very well, but if the boy should turn up, I expect you to contact me at once," Dumbledore insisted. He lifted his wand and sent a spell searching through the house. Alerted to the fact that the child was not on the premises, he stormed out, slamming the door violently behind him.

In shock, her head still pounding, Petunia stumbled into kitchen and poured herself a cup of tea before slumping down at the kitchen table, tears pooling in her eyes. She still loved Lily no matter what she said, but after the horrible tricks that rotten Snape boy had played on her, she wanted no truck with the magical world. She prayed that was the last she would see of Albus Dumbledore.


The shrill wail of Dudley's screams woke her. She jolted upright, upsetting the now cold cup of tea beside her, causing the liquid to roll across the table and into her lap, sending a chill through her. She didn't know when she'd dozed off or how long she'd been asleep for, but she knew if she kept Dudley waiting any longer, his screams would become louder and louder until he became hoarse from crying.

She had just fetched her son when the doorbell rang.

"Hello, can I help you?"

"Are you Petunia Dursley?" A tall black woman asked. Her frizzy hair was pulled back in a bun and she wore a bright red business suit.

"Yes, how can I help you?" Petunia was jiggling Dudley on her hip, trying to hear the woman over her son's screams. She gestured the woman into the parlor.

"My name is Eloise Johnson with the Department of Children and Families. I would like to speak with you about a child who was found on your doorstep early this morning," Eloise explained as she sank into a soft white armchair.

Petunia nearly dropped Dudley in her shock. That horrid old man actually had left her nephew on her doorstep? In late Autumn? What was that man thinking?

"Why would someone leave a child on my doorstep?"

"No one has told you that your sister and her husband were murdered two nights ago?"

"No, some crazy man came here looking for Harry, he said he'd left him on my doorstep, but since there was no child on my doorstep when I came out to retrieve the milk this morning, I assumed he was off his rocker," Petunia said, twisting the truth just a bit.

"Well, it seems someone actually did leave little Harry on your doorstep this morning. When your milkman came to find him, he was shivering with cold and didn't know where he was, so the man took him home and contacted us," Eloise explained the situation.

"If he took him, he can keep him. Vernon and I are happy with Dudley. We can't afford another mouth to feed and we have no interest in another child. On top of that, Lily and I have been estranged since secondary school and I want nothing to do with any of her family; that includes her son. Send him to an orphanage, or find another home for him, I don't care what you do, I won't have the boy here," Petunia wondered into the kitchen and retrieved a package of cookies and a tray of tea. She set Dudley in his playpen and gave him a cookie.

After offering tea to Eloise, she spoke up again. "I suppose you have some papers I will have to sign waiving my right to custody of him?"


"Well, Mr. and Mrs. Creevey, it looks like little Harry will be staying with you for a while. Do you wish to start adoption proceedings or would you prefer we look for a permanent home for him?" Eloise Johnson asked. She was sitting in the Creevey's living room, watching little Harry play on the floor. Colin was asleep in the playpen at the end of the sofa.

"We'd like to start the adoption paperwork. I'm afraid my husband and I have already fallen in love with the little tyke," Diana kept her voice low so as not to disturb the children.

"Certainly, I will bring the paperwork by first thing Monday morning. I have one more appointment I must see to before the end of the day, please enjoy your weekend. If you have any questions in the meantime, my phone number is on my card. I will get in touch with the Potters' solicitors and ensure that everything needed to adopt Harry is in order," the social worker stated, handing them her business card. She rose and showed herself out of the flat, heading for the bus stop at the end of the block.