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Harry Potter and the Twist in Time

Chapter 1: The changes in time

You all know how the story goes with Harry Potter. His parents were killed by Voldemort. He was taken in by his Aunt and Uncle. He grew up with them, healthy, although unhappy. He went to school, learned magic and grew up into the hero we all know and love.

But what would happens if something changed? Something that at the time, didn't seem such a problem. However it could change the course of history.

What would happen? If the Dursley's didn't take Harry in on that fateful night?

"VERNON!" Petunia screeched, when she opened the door to put out the bottles for the milkman.

There, lying on the doorstep, wrapped up in a blue blanket, lay a baby boy. A baby boy who, only a few hours earlier, was left orphaned by the darkest and most powerful wizard of all time. A boy who woke up with a wail at his Aunt's screeching. This boy as we know him, is Harry Potter, the Boy Who Lived.

Harry's Uncle Vernon, came running (as fast as his fat hide would let him) out of the kitchen.

"What is it Petunia dear?" asked Vernon, rather nervously.

"It's her son Vernon," breathed Petunia, "My dratted sister's son!"

"Look, Petunia dear, they left a note."

Vernon bends down and takes the letter from the bundle. With his hands shaking badly and holding the letter as far away from him as possible, he opens the letter.

To Dear Mr. and Mrs. Dursley,

I am very sorry to inform you that your sister Lily Potter has died. She and her husband James Potter were murdered by Lord Voldemort.

They were very good people who helped in the war against Voldemort. They will be sorely missed.

Your nephew, Harry Potter, has survived this tragic event with only a scar on his forehead.

To make sure Harry survived the attack, Lily died for her son, leaving a lasting mark on him. Which gave him the gift he needed to survive the attack. However, this mark on him will only last if he can call, where you live, home.

I plead with you to take Harry in and give him the protection he needs for the future.

When Harry turns 11 the letter for his position at Hogwarts will come, and he will take his place at our school.

My sincere apologies,

Albus Dumbledore.

"WE WILL NOT HAVE HIM!" screamed Vernon, "I WILL NOT HAVE ONE OF THOSE FREAKS IN MY HOUSE!"

"But what will we do with him Vernon? Put him in an orphanage?" cried Petunia.

"What! And leave him for some other poor soul to find him?" snapped Vernon. "No! We will dump him some place where no one will find."

With that, Vernon roughly grabs the bundle, with the still wailing baby in it, and shoves it into the car. Turning up the volume to full blast, to cut out the noise of the crying baby, he races his car down the road towards London.

When Vernon reaches London he heads to the East End. Finding the darkest and dankest alley, he picks up the now quiet bundle. Heading towards the bin, he opens the lid and dumps the baby inside.

"There," snarls Vernon, "no one will ever find you in there. Now don't you ever come back and ask for food or clothing from us ever!"

With that he races back into the car and slams the door. With a squeal of tires he takes off, never looking back.

A.N.: Hi, this is the very first story I have written so please be kind and R and R. Please refrain from flames.

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