The Dursley's
A beautiful baby boy was sitting upright in his crib, his mother dead beside it and an empty cloak with dust in it right in front of the body of his mother. The baby with a bleeding lightning bolt wound started glowing, which was weird even in the magical world as accidental magic starts when a child is at least 5, 3 for the early bloomers, but accidental magic at less than 1 and a half years old is unheard of. But it wasn’t accidental magic, our Haruki isn’t too extraordinary. Probably. Anyway, back to the cute baby, he was glowing, a golden bright glow, and was happily giggling with his sharp teeth on display. Then he morphed into what Harry Potter was supposed to look like, which wasn’t so hard as Lily took some of James’ blood without him noticing as a blood adoption so Haruki could still be an heir of 1 of the sacred 28, at least in Britain.
Then, gold tendrils shot out from the baby’s wrists making their way through the house until they reached the late Lord Potter’s room. That was magic and not even the accidental kind. They opened the door and searched through the room looking for something as if they had a mind of their own and they finally found it. The invisibility cloak, one of the deathly hallows, and the first of three to control death. The tendrils latched on to it and brought it back to the baby, melting back into its skin, dragging the invisibility cloak right into the child’s body. Now, what people don’t know about the hallows is that if you're able to merge with one (which is almost impossible), it will be easier to find the rest, and you get abilities. The invisibility cloak lets you go invisible with or without it on, and able to change your appearance, even into a different species, like a shapeshifter. One really useful thing is the ability to hide underage or general magic use because the invisibility cloak's abilities are related to hiding things.
Haruki’s sclera glowed a light blue, the color of the invisibility cloak, and then went back to their normal white. The baby again giggled happily at the increase of magic. Then he heard footsteps and laid back down using fake tears to cry as a normal baby would. Wouldn’t want people thinking you’re unusual and keeping tabs on you. Then, in came Albus Dumbledore, looking at Lily’s body with nothing in his eyes, not even remorse for causing the deaths of the Potters. He walked up to the baby's crib and looked at the crying baby with glee, picked him up, and brought him outside to Minerva and Hagrid. “This is Harry Potter.” He said to them. “The saviour of the wizarding world has defeated Voldemort. We need to bring him to the Dursleys to activate the blood wards, the love of his mother will keep him safe at his aunt's house.”
“But Albus, we all know that Petunia HATES magic and would treat him horribly. You’re going to put a child in danger!” Minerva argued with Dumbledore.
“Shush Minerva, I know what’s best for the boy so you should listen to me. I know his parents and his relatives, so I know Petunia won’t misguide or abuse a mere child. The child needs protection Minerva and he can only find it by staying with his relatives.” Albus said to the female, slightly annoyed that she was talking back to him.
“Albus!” Minerva screamed. “You just said he was the ‘saviour of the wizarding world’ and ‘killed he-who-must-not-be-named’! And you say that he needs protection!? If he defeated.. him then why would he need protection? Or are you lying to everyone about him?” Minerva reasoned, quite sceptical.
“Minerva,” Dumbledore said in an ice-cold tone. “ I know things about Voldemort,” both Minerva and Hagrid shuddered at the name, “that you don’t. Leave this to me, I am the Lord of the Light and I know what’s best for the boy.” At this point ‘Harry’ had his eyes closed and was secretly listening into the conversation. After a little more argument, he was brought to the Dursleys' doorstep. Then Dumbledore left, anticipating the abuse that would make Harry more flexible to his will.
Haruki knew what was coming and so he lifted his tiny baby hands and produced a spell that could never be taken down. A loving spell, which would mean that once the Dursleys saw him they would love and care for him, not treating him how Dumbledore wanted them to. Haruki waited till morning for Petunia to come to the doorstep for the mail.
The next day
Petunia Dursley Née Evans stepped outside her door to pick up the mail like she always did, except that the mail also included a baby. When Petunia finally realised this she screamed and brought it inside not sure what to do with the baby when she already had one. Her tiny Dudley was only 1 year old and now another baby shows up? Petunia finally noticed the note and read it.
Dear Petunia Dursley Nèe Evans,
Hello dear Petunia, I am Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore, and this here is Harry Potter, the son of your now deceased sister. A very bad man is out to kill Harry and I wish for you to ‘take care’ of Harry. He will need to be able to listen to me to help people in our world. I have ‘hope’ that you will ‘take care’ of little Harry.
All my best wishes,
Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore
Petunia's jaw dropped and her eyes started getting teary. She may not have liked magic but that never meant that she hated her sister for having it. Sure she was a little jealous of her adoptive sister but she got over it a little too late and she had already separated from the family, too late to get her back. But now that she was gone, she didn’t know how to react. If this baby was all that was left of her, then she would protect both him and her son with her life. At that moment Vernon Dursley came thundering down the stairs, a little worried since he heard his wife scream so loudly.
“Petunia, what happened!?” Vernon shouted and then he saw the basket on the kitchen table, and then the baby inside the basket, and he copied Petunia's expression of being surprised. “Petunia, who is that?” Vernon asked Petunia cautiously.
“Vernon, he’s my nephew, my sister's only son.” Petunia replied, still shocked to her core. “He’ll stay with us, we have an extra bedroom that could be his? Maybe? Please, Vernon, we have to take care of him.” Petunia said, now begging to take care of her sister's son. Vernon looked at his wife in surprise as she never took a liking to children besides their son and now she wanted to take care of her- their nephew. Well, Vernon could never deny his wife anything.
“Fine Pet, but we need to raise him well. He needs to be as good as or slightly better than Dudley alright? If he messes up, he’s out.” Vernon stated firmly. Petunia sighed a breath of relief.
“Thank you, Vernon, and don’t worry, if he’s anything like my sister, he’ll be a born prodigy. But I also need to tell you something about my sister that will most likely pass on to Harry.” Petunia said nervously.
“What is it Pet?” Vernon replied.
“My sister was a witch.” Vernon's eyes widened. “And she married a wizard.” Vernons eyes widened impossibly further. “And Harry is most likely a wizard and will most likely perform magic.” Petunia ended. And Vernon's jaw ended up on the floor at the last comment.
“What!?”