Ꭺ NᎬᏔ ᏞᏆFᎬ ᏴᎬᏩᏆNᏚ

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Right then and there, Petunia made the decision that she and her family would not be taking the freak in! Not now, not ever! Her precious family would not be tainted with its freakish ways and so he would have to leave. After all, what would the neighbors say if he did something freakish in front of them? They would be a disgrace to everyone who knew them, that's what. Even though her freak of a sister and her have never been close, it didn't mean that Petunia would take her son and raise him as her own! Hopefully, before sending him off to an orphanage, she could stamp some of the magic out of him, so by the time he received his letter, his new parents wouldn't have to deal with him becoming a freak like his parents. After all, being freaks is what got them killed in the first place.

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Petunia had just barely gotten Harry into the cupboard when Vernon stomped down the stairs.

"Good morning, dear, " she said. "Do you have anything going on at the office this morning? If not, then I have a serious matter to speak to you about."

Vernon looked oddly at his wife; the last time she had asked to talk to him about a serious matter was when she announced she was pregnant with Dudley.

"I don't have anything major that requires my attention. Matter of fact, I can take the day off if I wish to, " Vernon said as he followed his wife into the kitchen.

"Vernon, you know how my sister and her husband had a son?" Seeing him about to deny it, Petunia cut him off before he could start a sentence. After all, it was particular for her to talk about her sister, at least voluntarily. "Yes you do, you mentioned his name, Harry if I do believe was what you said. You also said he was about Dudley's age. Moving on, this morning I went to collect the milk like I usually do, and guess what I discovered this morning? A baby."

Giving him time to digest what she said, Petunia handed him the letter from Dumbledore before going to retrieve Harry from the cupboard. When she got back, she wasn't surprised to see her husband pale and slightly shaking. After all, he had expressed a strong opinion on what he thought about her freak sister and her equally freakish husband.

"Is that him?" Vernon asked.

Petunia could only nod, praying silently in her mind that no harm would come of the child because she knew Lily would never forgive her, as she placed him on the table. He looked at the baby, frowning, for a long while before turning his attention to Petunia.

"Well, what do you think we should do with him?"

"I was thinking of dropping him off at a nearby orphanage. I don't want any of his freakish ways near our precious Dudley! What if Dudley caught it too? What would we do then?"

"An orphanage? Yes, that might work. Go on and get ready while I get Dudley dressed. Meet me back here in fifteen minutes and we'll leave to head to Wool's Orphanage."

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November 1, 1981
London, England
Wool's Orphanage

The ride to Wool's Orphanage was only supposed to be an hour and a half, however, if you were the Dursley family, it took them two hours. Why you may ask? Well, Vernon kept taking turns after a mile or two, all while looking back to make sure he and his family weren't being followed. Once on the interstate, he floored the gas pedal exceeding the speed limit. An hour later, Vernon pulled off on an exit, drove down the main street, before slowly coming to a stop in front of a building. Once stopped, he turned off the engine before leaning back with a sigh.