After being dumped on her aunts doorstep and then her grandparents doorstep, Morgause came to be suspicious of the teachers of Hogwarts. What gave them the right to interfere with her life? However she was thankful for one thing as she got to be rai...
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Prologue
Upon waking up early to put the used milk bottles out for the milkman who will arrive shortly with the new deliveries, Petunia Dursley nèe Evans cursed in French her native tongue, when she saw the sleeping bundle of her niece on the doorstep and knew the truth; her sister and her husband were dead. "There is no way I'm keeping you." She snarled at the sleeping baby girl, the winter wind causing the girl to whine in her sleep and snuggle deeper into her blankets as the wind kissed her mocha skin tone, lifting the dark chocolate tresses from her forehead exposing her cursed scar. "I'll drop you off at my parents house. They were so happy to have a witch in the family, they can deal with you and your freakishness."
With that she slammed the door, waking the baby on the doorstep with a soft cry as she asked for her Mama and Dada, but thankfully the freak's cries were not loud enough to wake her precious Diddy Duddikins. Slipping on her coat and shoes, Petunia hastily penned two notes; a note to her husband which she taped to the fridge, and one for her parents before picking up the car keys from the bowl beside the door. Grumbling to herself she opened the door, gingerly stepping over the baby as she exited the house, locking the door behind her. As she didn't want to taint Dudley's car seat with her niece's freakishness, she uncaringly placed the baby on the floor of the back of the car behind the front passenger seat. Once the babe was situated she fished around in her coat pocket for the hand sanitiser, squirting a liberal amount on her hands and rubbed them vigorously.
Satisfied she'd cleansed her hands of the freakishness, she hurried to the driver seat, quickly backing the car out of the driveway as she made the half hour journey to her childhood home to rid herself of this problem; she had the perfect life to get back to after all. After a rather short journey Petunia pulled into the driveway of her childhood home, but it didn't bring her comfort or nostalgia; instead, it brought her nothing but tainted memories filled with hatred. All due to her so-called perfect sister.
Well, Petunia was not going to have her perfect son grow up the way she had. Seeing a light turn on upstairs, the vile woman hurried out of the car gingelly picking up her crying niece who's forehead was bleeding again due to bumping it on the back of her seat, not that Petunia cared. "Will you shut up!" Petunia hissed, holding the child at arms length. More lights were turning on; she needed to hurry.
