Prologue
It had been nearly three years since Harry Potter, The Boy Who Lived, had been left with his aunt and uncle in the muggle world.
It was a regular Tuesday morning when someone knocked on the door of number four, Privet Drive. Petunia Dursley, Harry's aunt, was in the kitchen trying to get Dudley to eat his breakfast, and Vernon Dursley was putting his hat and coat on to go to work.
Vernon opened the door to find a young woman, no older than 20, standing on his doorstep. 'Vernon Dursley?' She asks. He looks her up and down. She looks like a regular university student, probably here to conduct a survey.
'That's me.' He replies. 'What can I do for you?'
She smiles, looks at the garden outside, nods to herself, and looks at him again. 'Please Excuse me.'
Vernon barely had a second to process what she said before she barged into his house. He was still standing in the doorway when she started calling for Harry. 'Harry? Where are you?'
The mention of her nephew drew out petunia from the kitchen. 'What is going on?' she shrieks. Vernon Dursley thundered into the living room and started screaming. 'Get out of my house at once.'
The woman ignored them, still searching for Harry until a small voice from the cupboard under the stairs answered. 'I'm in here.'
She rushed to the cupboard, wrenched the door open, and scooped up the small boy in her arms. He buried his face in her neck and started to cry, scared of all the loud noises around him. Satisfied that the boy was safe, she turned to the adults still screaming and fuming at her, and calmly said 'I'm taking him away from you horrible people.'
Petunia kept shrieking, but Vernon abruptly stopped. 'You'll get rid of him for us? We won't have to see him?'
That's when the woman finally lost it. 'He's a child. What do you mean by "get rid of him?" How dare you?' She yelled at him, still holding the boy close to her. Vernon ignored her, still waiting for an answer to her question.
The woman took a deep breath and told herself that some people were just not worth it. 'I'll never let you see him again. Not if I can help it.' That's all it took to convince Vernon.
He grabbed a stunned Petunia and took her into the kitchen. The woman did not wait for the Dursleys to come to whatever conclusion they wanted to, choosing to leave instead. When they came out of the kitchen, the door was wide open, and both the woman and harry were nowhere to be found.
That was the last Vernon and Petunia Dursley ever saw of their nephew.
*****
'It's okay Harry. You can open your eyes now.' Harry slowly looked up from where he was hiding his face in the woman's shoulder and started to cry.
'What's wrong Harry? Don't cry.'
'He'll hit me when I go back.' He mumbled. The woman's heart broke for the boy, and she cuddled him closer. 'You'll never have to go back. No one will hit you again.'
His eyes got as big as saucers. 'Never?' He asked, hope filling his eyes. 'Never.' The smile that broke out on the boy's face put the sun to shame.
'Come on, let's go home.' She set him down on his feet, and he grabbed her finger so they could walk side by side. No one looked at them twice. No one came out on the street to stop the woman from leaving with the boy. How little the Dursleys cared about Harry made the woman sick to her stomach, but she hid it from the boy who was now smiling up at her.
They made it to the woman's house. Somewhere along the way, Harry had gotten tired, the woman had given him a piggyback ride and harry had fallen asleep. She gently roused him. 'Harry? We're here.'
He opened his eyes, still groggy from sleep, and looked up at his new home. She set him down and opened the door, only for Harry to be jumped by a tiny figure.
'Moryen, let him breathe.' The woman chuckled, taking off her coat and hat. Harry got up and helped Moryen to her feet, hugging her properly. 'Are you finally gonna live with us?' she asked, and he nodded vigorously. 'I'll stay here forever, so you can teach me all about magic.'
She smiled, took Harry's hand, and they ran inside together. Not a moment later, Moryen was back and hugged the woman ferociously.
"Thank you, Vivi.'
The woman smiled to herself and made her way inside, where Harry and Moryen were now playing on the living room floor. She looked at their smiling faces and vowed that she'd do all she could to keep that smile on their face.
Harry grew up with his best friend Moryen Sandoval, her older sister Violet, and their father, Theodore. He was loved and cared for, never having to worry about getting hit, about not being given food, or about being locked under the stairs for something that wasn't even his fault. He grew up knowing who he was, who his parents were, and the entire world of magic.