Little Angel

PROLOGUE

Friday, 6 November 1981

Number four, Privet Drive

Petunia Dursley hears a knock on the door and immediately stills, she looks at the clock even though she knew that it wasn't time for Vernon to be back home yet.

She slowly opens the front door, and instead of some salesmen or nosy neighbor like she had imagined, there is a woman outside his house.

" Hello, are you Mrs. petunia-- "

" Dursley. Yes," she said, wondering who this woman was.

" Thank god I thought I had the wrong house. I'm Remy Lupin. I'm here to see my godson."

"Your godson?" Petunia gulped, no, she doesn't want anything to do with this witch or her godson.

"Yes harry potter I was informed that he was under your care," she said swiftly.

"I don't think I can let a stranger into my house just because they claim to be--"

"You don't understand I need to see him"

Their conversation was interrupted by the sounds of Harry crying from the other room. Remy pushed past petunia and walked into the living room towards the noise.

Harry was in the far corner of the room with what seemed to be a cardboard box for a crib. She shuffled forward quickly and held him. Harry quietened down and looked at her face, "moon-moon" he said astonished.

She held onto him even tighter " oh yes harry moon-moon is back. I'm here now."

"Moon-moon," said Harry cheerfully.

"I'm so sorry, Prongslet. I'll never leave you again. Don't worry, I've got you." She whispered and slowly rocked him. Here, sitting in a stranger's living room with Harry in her lap, somehow seemed to confirm the situation Remus was in. James and Lily were dead, her husband was in Azkaban for a crime he did not commit and Peter had betrayed them all. For the first time in a hectic week, Remus Lupin let her tears cascade slowly from her cheeks.

Petunia Dursley considered herself to be a very fair woman in general. When she had looked at the woman standing in front of her house, she thought that she was looking at a supermodel, tall, confident and elegant. The women looked like those female lawyers that she had seen on television, she still thought that women should leave jobs like these for the men but she can't say they didn't have a sort of authority over them.

When Petunia had learned that she was one of the people of lily's sort, she had found it hard to believe, she looked normal though, no funny clothes or anything but before she could kick her out, she had burst into the living room.

Now, looking at this broken woman in front of her clutching the child as if her life depended on it, she decided not to kick her out immediately. Also, she didn't know if she could kick her out if she tried. There was a sort of powerful aura around this woman. She was exactly the type of woman that Vernon hated and called too manly for their own good.

After ten minutes, Harry was fast asleep in her arms and she stood up and looked up at Petunia for the first time since she had entered.

"I'm sorry for abruptly entering like that," she said in her perfect posh accent.

"Err, it's ok. I didn't know that he had a godmother or that any of Lily's friends' names were Remy."

"I'm not, I mean I've been lily's friend only for a while. I'm more of James's friend actually from back in school, maybe that's why you don't know me. Do you have somewhere I can put him down?"

"I--'' Petunia looked at the box on the far end of the room and immediately knew that this woman was not going to put her godson in it. Last Night, Vernon had put him in the cupboard under the stairs because he was crying non-stop. Suddenly, she wondered if the woman in front of her could read her mind, if she could, god help her.

"Oh, it's ok. This is all very sudden I understand. You already have one child to take care of. It must be hard for you. Now do you know about--" she raised her eyebrows at her in question.

"Magic?" petunia supplied.

"Yes. so tell me where you want the crib to go ?" she asked.

Petunia wondered what she had gotten herself into and pointed to the smallest room in the house where she had kept some boxes of old things.

Remy carefully balanced Harry on one arm and pulled out a stick from her purse. Petunia stiffened at the sight of it as she remembered how Lily used to threaten her with it that she would turn her into a toad.

With a wave of the wand, a huge mahogany crib with intricate designs carved into it emerged. With another Flickr, it was covered in soft velvet sheets and various clothes, toys, and other baby stuff materialized all over the room. She then proceeded to carefully place Harry inside the crib and then swished her wand a few more times to clean up the room and arrange everything.

" You can just make stuff out of thin air?" Petunia burst out in outrage. Any sympathy that she had been feeling a few minutes back vanished, no wonder these people thought they were better than everyone else. They didn't have to work to feed the family when they could just magic it. Petunia suddenly felt annoyed with herself for letting this woman stay for so long.

" Of course, I cannot make things out of thin air. These are just some things that I had lying around at my house. I just transported them here. Most of his things were destroyed in the-- " a broken look crossed her face and she turned away from petunia.

"Anyway, I have to leave now. I have a lot of work to do. I'm right next door so call me if you need help with anything. I can take care of Harry in the daytime."

"Your next door?"

Yeah, I brought the house to your right." she said casually. The house to her left had been vacant for a long time because the owner was asking an outrageous amount of money for it and was not ready to negotiate.

"When"

"Oh. half an hour back. I wanted to be close to Harry and imagine my delight when it came to my knowledge that the house next door was for sale."

" It must have cost a fortune," she thought out loud.

"Oh no, I have more money than I can possibly spend in this lifetime," she said casually. Great, she was stinking rich and didn't have to lift a finger her entire life.

And before Petunia could come up with a reply to that, she placed a kiss on Harry's forehead and let herself out.

As petunia stood by her window and watched her open the door of the house to their right with her wand, she wondered for the umpteenth time in the last couple of days, "what have I gotten myself into?' she wondered out loud, and then she thought, what the hell am I going to tell Vernon.