Mr and Mrs. Dursley were very normal people, who lived in a very normal house in a very normal neighborhood; they had a very normal child and lived perfectly happily and normally.

That's what they wanted others to believe, because the reality was actually very far from normal. Their nephew, Harry Potter, was left on their doorstep after Mrs. Dursley's sister died, worthless freak. Her husband, Vernon, had asked her to put the boy in an orphanage but she was scared, scared that the freaks would come back and ask for him. So they kept him, although Petunia still wished to this day that she listened to her husband and dumped the freak.

They had put the boy in the cupboard below the stairs the moment he was old enough; if only they hadn't. The next morning, when Petunia went to wake her nephew to make breakfast, she found a room instead of the small cupboard. It was bigger than her own; her eyes widened at the king-sized bed she spotted in the corner. She looked for the freak and spotted him leaving what she guessed was the bathroom, and watched, frightened, as the boy conjured clothes out of nowhere and slipped into them. She cleared her throat and he turned to her.

"Aunt Petunia, please come in." He said with a sickeningly sweet smile. She didn't move, this was not normal, not even to the freaks; she remembered her sister's freakiness, and it was nothing like this.

"Please." He urged her. Petunia swallowed and walked to where her nephew was sitting.

"You see, Aunt Petunia, neither one of us wants to be here, don't you agree?" He asked, and she nodded.

"So how about we make a deal? I will leave." He announced.

Petunia felt relief at his words but soon the feeling turned to suspicion. She narrowed her eyes.

"What do you want in return?"

"Nothing much. You will accompany me to Diagon Alley, sign some papers and you're free." He answered calmly.

"And when the freaks come looking for you?" She asked, a little bit of hope shining in her eyes.

"One good thing your worthless sister did was marry a rich man. I could buy you a new house, tell your husband it was from your parents and since your sister died it became yours. Or, I could remove every single memory you have of me but they could detect that, and I don't think you'd appreciate me using my freakiness on you." explained Harry.

Not once did Petunia remember that she was talking to a four year old; she was too busy thinking how to get rid of said child.

Mrs. Dursley thought of her nephew's words; if what he said was true, she would be winning more than she was losing: she would be gaining a new house and finally losing him.

"Deal." She said.

"Well then, dear Auntie, why don't you wait for me outside. I'll change and come get you once I'm ready." The boy answered.

She gave him one last look and left the 'cupboard'.

Petunia was nervous, this was not her first time in the freaks bank but she still hated those creatures; she was smart enough not to voice her thoughts though, and looked at her four-year- old nephew who was holding her hand and skipping steps.

"How can I help you?" Her eyebrow twitched at the sneer the filthy creature gave her.

"Hi, we would like to meet Silverclaw." answered Harry.

The goblin looked down at him and nodded; they stood there in awkward silence until Silverclaw appeared.

"I am Silverclaw, how may I help you?" The thing asked.

"Hello, my name is Harry Potter, this is my Aunt Petunia Dursley. We would like to change some details on my accounts." he answered.

The goblin turned to her and she could only nod.

"Come with me."

They followed him to one of the many empty offices in the building.

"We will need to make sure you are indeed who you claim to be."

"Of course."

Petunia watched in horror as her nephew cut his hand without a wince and let his blood drip onto a piece of parchment.

Harry James Potter

Father: James Potter

Mother: Lily Potter née Evans

Godfather: Sirius Black

Godmother: Alice Longbottom

"Well, now that we have confirmation." said the creature reading through the parchment.

"Yes. My aunt here wishes to give me whole access to my accounts, and as my guardian I believe her permission will allow me to access my family vaults as well, right?" He asked.

"Indeed." Answered the goblin.

Petunia didn't know what to say so she stuck to nodding.

"If you would sign here." She blinked at the parchment that appeared, sneered at the quill but didn't say anything. She signed her name and screamed when it appeared on her arm.

"Don't worry Auntie, this will heal." Harry said.

Petunia watched, relieved, as the wound closed.

"Now that we are done, I am requesting a portkey to take my aunt back home."

"I'll be back once I've finished." He added, looking at her.

She kept silent as Harry wrote down her adress; she knew what a portkey was so she sat waiting for the object. It turned out to be the quill; the smirk on the creature's face told her he chose the quill on purpose. She didn't have time to comment as she was whisked away to her home. Petunia changed her clothes, fell onto her bed and slept. She'd had enough freakiness for one day.

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