1 November 1981

Petunia opens the front door of her house to get some milk for the day. That was when she noticed a small bundle of the baby wrapped in a flimsy blanket on her doorstep. And she knew. She just knew who the babe belongs to. 'Who the hell is their right mind leave a baby on the doorstep in fucking November?!' she thought as she picked him up, his cold body telling her that he was probably left at the doorstep for the whole night.

Taking him and the basket in as she wraps him up in a good blanket, she settles him down in the blanket again as the baby sleeps. Picking up the letter from the basket as she starts to read it, tears fell from her eyes as she read of her sister's demise. She read as the old coot mentions she has to care for the babe. 'Where do they think our money comes from' She huffs as she reads forward of how Lily – her sweet little sister, Lily – left blood wards around her house to protect them. She reads how she'd have to take care of him to have the security of those wards.

And that's when anger started to bubble up inside of her.

'My sister choose her life' She thought angrily.

The life she wants nothing to do with. Who do they think they are telling her of all people to take care of a babe who was not even hers?! She was indifferent to Lily to protect herself. She wanted what Lily had. She wanted it so badly and they rejected her.

'I'm not going to take care of this babe' She thought.

"Vernon" She hollered.

Her husband came running down hearing his wife shrieking. He saw her picking up a baby.

'A baby?' He thought.

"Take him. Take him and drop him off at the farthest orphanage from here. I don't care where it is or how good it is. I will not tolerate any freakishness in my house!" She shrieked as she handed the babe – Harry – to him.

"Yes, my Pet. Don't worry. We're a normal family. We won't tolerate any freakishness here. I'll drop him off at the farthest orphanage and then we will shift from here. I don't want those freaks to come here and cause us trouble" He pecks his skinny wife and leaves with the babe.

He drove and drove to the farthest orphanage he can locate and dropped him off. He slipped in a slip with the boy's name – Harry – in the basket and left.

They are a perfectly normal family. Thank you very much.

20 December 1981

It's been more than a month when the warden found the quiet boy on the doorstep of the orphanage. He'd mumble about Mummy and Daddy. She was sure she heard words such as 'Paddy', 'Moony' and 'Bad wormy'. She got that he missed his parents.

'Were they dead?' She often thought.

He was left on their doorstep like most others.

The warden heard a knock. She opened the door and was greeted by a couple. 'They look well off' She thought.

She smiled at them as she asked if they were looking to adopt.

The lady answered, "Yes, my dear. We are looking to adopt a little boy." The lady had a French accent and was carrying a little girl of perhaps 5 years old.

"Oh yes," She answered. "We just had a new addition to our orphanage a month back. He's a really lovely child" She ushered them in, leading them towards Martha who was feeding little Harry at present.

"There he is. Martha, this lovely couple is looking for a little child to adopt." The warden smiled at her assistant as little Harry drank the milk peacefully.

"Mama getting a little brother?" The young girl asks her mother.

"No sweetie, you'll be getting a little brother" The lady smiled at her child as she pecks her forehead and looks down at the child. Handing the girl to her father, she speaks to Martha, "Can I hold him, dear?" She asks.

Martha passed Harry to her. She cradled him, her hand caressing his face as she pushed his hair up to trace his forehead.

The lady gasped as she whispered, "Jean"

The man looked down at the babe and traced the too-well-known scar on his forehead.

"He always had that scar since he was dropped off at our orphanage" The warden spoke

"It's no place for such a boy" The lady spoke to her husband, "He deserves a home filled with love. You poor, poor boy. You miss mama and papa, mm?" The lady bending her head down as she kissed his lightning bolt scar.

Sharing a look with her husband as she looked at the warden, "We'll like to adopt him" She spoke fiercely.

The determination shining through her eyes as he cradles the babe closer, Harry snuggling in her chest, asleep.

The warden smiled at the couple as she led them to her office, starting to work on the adoption.

As they reached her office, the man pulled out a stick – his wand - as he cast an oblivate.

The warden and her assistant oblivated, they took the baby home.

From now on, he was better known as Hadrian James Delacour, the heir of the House of Delacour.

January 1982

When Harry was adopted, the Delacour family took him with them to their manor in France. They had forged the adoption documents in the orphanage and Hadrian truly belong to them, legally. It was not too hard with all the oblivation, really.

Jean Delacour and Apolline Delacour, the Lord and the Lady of house Delacour, found Hadrian to be quite a peaceful child. He'll eat, sleep and babbles all day long. His magic though, caused them to be worried most of the time.

Whenever little Hadrian wanted something, the thing just flew towards him. Such a small child, hardly two years old, and doing magic as if it was his second nature. It worried them, so they took him to the goblins. They have been meaning to do it for a long time.

They had the goblins check him. What they found was not what they were expecting. There was a block on the child's magical core with the signature of James Potter and there was dark residue on the child's scar which had the goblins worried.

The block they understood. The child was powerful. James Potter must have put a block on his core to not let any harm come to his child. But the dark residue? It worried them. When they questioned the goblins, they found very dark magic that was pretty much illegal in their country too. France was more open-minded than Britain. They asked the goblins to take care of it.

They watched the goblins take their child in a room.

Apolline held onto her husband and cried softly, worried about the little boy who had them wrapped around his little finger. She cried and worried for his safety until the goblins brought the child out to them, telling them he'd be fine.

Holding the child close, Apolline smothered his face with kisses. "My sweet little boy" She'd whisper.

Jean turned to the goblin – Deathknight – as he spoke, "We'd like a meeting with the potter's account manager" His voice was sincere, polite and yet demanded attention.

"Very well, sir" Deathknight spoke, "I'll contact Britain's branch" He moved towards the floo, calling the bank. Out of the floo, stepped a goblin.

"I'm Ironclaw. What business does the Lord Delacour have with the account manager of Potter's?" The goblin demanded.

"May your gold increase" Jean greeted the goblin. "I and my lady has recently adopted the Potter heir, Ironclaw. The appropriate paperwork has been submitted here. I'd like to know the present conditions of the Potter vaults" Jean handed the adoption paperwork to the goblin.

"Very well" Ironclaw pushed his glasses up as he read the document carefully. "Heir Potter at present has many vaults in his name. We'd need to do a blood test to identify all the vaults that belong to him. The most prominent though are his trust vault, the main Potter vault, and the Rosier family vaults. The late Lady Potter also left her personal vaults that contain mostly her research and some belongings of her. He might also inherit the Black vaults as we have documents of his godfather naming Heir potter as Black Heir too."

"Are there any activity in any of the vaults at present?" Jean asks.

"There were instances of one Albus Dumbledore trying to access the main Potter Vault, but he was declined. But as he was mentioned as the current magical guardian of Harry James Potter in magical Britain, he was able to gain access to the Trust vault and has been regularly taking out a sum of 1000 galleons each month"

Jean cursed the damn old coot as looked at the goblin. "As the rightful guardian on Harry James Potter, now known as Hadrian James Delacour, I request you to freeze all the vaults belonging to the Heir Potter-Delacour until he starts his schooling. I'd also like to change the keys to each of his vaults and the new ones to be kept in the newly created Delacour Trust vault for Hadrian. I'd also like you to get all the artifacts that were taken from his vaults. Any artifact that belonged to Heir Potter-Delacour should return to his trust vault at the earliest possible moment. We'll like to proceed with the blood test now"

"Very well, it shall be done soon," Ironclaw replied.

"Apolline, dear" Jean called to his wife who was holding Harry, "We'll be proceeding with the blood test"

"Sure, dear" Apolline replied as she took Harry to the goblin. Harry looked at the goblin, smiling shyly and waving his hand at him.

"It'd hurt a bit, my prince" Apolline whispered as she pets Harry's head when the goblin cut Harry finger, not too deep but deep enough to draw blood. Taking in 3 drops of blood, they healed the cut as Apolline comforted harry while he cried.

The goblins performed the ritual as a paper was generated holding the details of all the Vaults he owned.

Potter Vault – Paternal.

Rosier Vault – Maternal.

Black Vault – Heir of the House of Black

Delacour Vault – Adopted

Peverall Vault – Paternal

Gryffindor Vault – Paternal

Slytherin Vault – By the right of conquest