A Nundu for A Pet

Harry Has a Nundu?!

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Ted

"Ted, I would appreciate it if you could visit a place for me." Minerva requested. She knew she could do it herself; she remembered that bloody neighborhood but didn't want to draw attention. Ted was a muggle-born, so he could do it without drawing attention from anyone.

"A Place? Where? and Why?"

"Number Four, Privet Drive, located in the Surrey town of Little Whinging. There's a house there. I want you to check it for me. Since you are Muggleborn, you can do that without drawing attention, I would do it myself, but I can't do that during the night, and during the day. I'm supposed to be at Hogwarts."

"Check what?" Ted asked, sounding confused. He didn't understand what was so special about this particular neighborhood.

"We left him there. I want you to check the House and tell me if you see anything unusual."

"Who did you left?"

"Harry Potter." Ted looked taken aback upon hearing that that was a muggle neighborhood, and he was certain the boy who lived wasn't a muggle. He was able to kill the Dark Lord after all; he didn't know for sure what happened that night, but whatever it was, it involved magic, so he didn't understand why Harry was in a muggle neighborhood. No one knew where he lived, but they figured a family of wizards was raising him; some even speculated that Dumbledore was raising him to be the best Wizard, but he highly doubted it. The man was too old and was a headmaster; he had no time to raise a baby.

Ted looked at the Professor with a curious expression, his mind swirling with questions. "Why there?" he asked, gesturing towards the small houses in the distance. "Surely, there must be hundreds of wizard families who would gladly take in young Harry," he added, remembering the countless inquiries he and his wife had received about the boy's whereabouts. They had become a clearinghouse for information on Harry Potter, with many families wanting to send gifts and tokens of gratitude for his brave defeat of the Dark Lord.

"You speak the truth, Edward, but Dumbledore wanted him to be raised there, saying he needed to be raised with the only family he had left." The gasp he heard made him flinch; he quickly looked at his wife with concern, ready to ask what was wrong.

"His only family left?! McGonagall, please don't tell me that you left him with Lily's sister." His wife looked horrified; he wondered what was wrong with leaving him to grow up with his aunt; sure, it would be better to be raised as a Wizard, but perhaps Professor Dumbledore had a good enough reason to want him amongst his last relatives.

Professor's expression turned sour as she frowned at her trembling hands, grasping tightly onto the delicate porcelain cup filled with steaming tea. With each sip, her hands shook uncontrollably, causing the liquid to ripple and dance within the cup. Suddenly, she looked older than she was.

"Dumbledore told me that he wanted Harry to be raised there. I watched them the whole day and didn't really like them. I told him as much, but he refused to listen, telling me they were the only family he had left and growing up without knowing about his fame would be better than being spoiled." She spoke the words with a hint of venom in every word she spat. Ted still didn't understand what was so wrong about Lily's sister; he had known James, but he hadn't really known Lily.