The Dark Side of Magic

Never Alone

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To everyone who lived on Privet Drive, there was nothing special about the place. The place was clean, and one could never find a single leaf on the street during the Autumn. They made sure their lawns were well-kept and the streets were clean. Every time a car would drive through the streets, they would notice how clean the place was, and many people stopped just to take a look at the place.

People knew each other in this place; they knew the names of their neighbors and how many children they had and didn't have. Everyone who lived on this street knew everyone who lived there.

Everyone was familiar with one another.

But one night, it all changed. Petunia Evans Dursley woke up at six in the morning. She knew her little angel would need her soon enough, but this morning, it was different. Usually, little Dursley would wake up crying at four in the morning; sometimes, he would cry so much that even the neighbors across the street could hear them. But not this morning.

Petunia was relieved that her little angel was still sleeping. Feeling better already, she walked downstairs, ready to start the day by cleaning the kitchen and preparing breakfast for Vernon. As she was preparing the breakfast, she heard a faint noise. For a moment, she wondered if her little angel was crying upstairs, but after checking on him again, he was still sleeping.

She then wondered if she hadn't slept enough or if she was too tired, but after she walked downstairs again, she heard it again, louder this time.

Petunia walked out of the kitchen and into the hallway. The sound was louder now—it sounded like a baby crying. She quickly realized it was coming from the front door. Striding towards it, she unlocked the door with the key. Upon opening it, a basket was on the 'Welcome' sign before the door. Inside this basket, wrapped in blankets, was a crying baby.

Petunia looked around, but surprisingly, none of the other neighbors had woken up, not even Mister Damstel, who always heard Dudley crying. She kneeled down and only now noticed the envelope placed on top of the baby's chest.

She picked up the envelope and opened it, pulling out the letter. She read the front. It was addressed to her and her husband. She opened the folded letter and read the content.

A gasp escaped her throat when she read whose child—No freak he was, the letter slipped from her fingers, and for a moment, she wondered if it would be better to call the police. They would know what to do with him, send him to the orphanage, who cares as long as he is as far away as possible.

She knew her freak sister had married but never imagined she would make more freaks and multiply. The world already had enough of them, and now there was one more. She was ready to close the door and tell Vernon to call the cops. But Petunia knew how dangerous the freaks were and what could happen if she disobeyed them. Disobey him... Right...Dumbledore. That was his name; she remembered sending him a letter when she was younger and foolish.

She knew they could hide in plain sight; she flinched when she heard a door upstairs.

"Petunia, did you make my breakfast?" She heard Vernon upstairs, and at that moment, she grabbed the basket and walked inside with the freak in her hands; he was still crying and quite cold to the touch.

Her sister was dead; she read that much in the letter, and a part of her felt grief for her, but then she remembered what she was, what they all were. And what this child in her hands was.