This is a random something that came to me today. Though I am not sure if it is a one-shot or the first chapter,I know it is a version of how Petunia could have responded to the baby Harry on her doorstep.

Disclaimer: I do not own anything Harry Potter; you all need to thank Jo Rowling for that.

Please enjoy.

Dear Petunia

Dear Petunia,

I sincerely regret to inform you of the deaths of your sister and brother-in-law, Lily and James. A very Dark wizard murdered them only with the intent of ridding the world of their son and your nephew, Harry. I am not yet sure why the wizard wanted to murder young Harry, nor am I aware of how the child managed to escape him unharmed. I do know the Dark wizard will not be attempting this again any time soon, as young Harry defeated him for the time being. Many witches and wizards would deny this, but the Dark wizard will rise again—of that I have no doubt—and to keep Harry safe from harm, he must remain with his family until he is of age.

With you, Harry will be safe, not only from the fame he already has in the wizarding world, but the Dark wizard. I believe if Harry calls his family home, the blood-wards produced by that belief will protect him against anyone wishing to cause him harm. Blood magic is an ancient and complex magic—well I must not bore you with the details.

I have no doubt you will keep young Harry safe, and I am deeply and truly sorry this union came under these circumstances.

Respectfully,

Albus Dumbledore

Petunia Dursley stared at the letter in her trembling hands. Her sister...Lily...dead. She smiled coldly and looked down at the child thrust upon her.

She turned the—she sneered—parchment over and grabbed a pen from a drawer in the kitchen. She wrote one word on the back of the letter, shoved it back in its envelope and threw it back on her doorstep. Let those filthy wizards find it, she thought evilly to herself.

As for the child, she turned back into the house—where Vernon still stared between him and his wife in confusion—and gathered him in her arms.

She grabbed the keys forgotten in her husband's large hand and walked toward the door. "I'll be back soon," she called before shutting the front door behind her. She disarmed the car alarm, unlocked the front door, then the back, where Dudley's car seat sat, and buckled the child up in it. She shut the door and walked around to the driver's side, unlocking the door, sitting in, and buckling herself up.

She looked out her rear-view mirror, reversing away from this entire situation.

Petunia decided to drive around with no direction in her head. She just drove.

"I have no doubt you will keep Harry safe," she repeated in disgust. "Why bother to ask when you can just tell me how to change my life?" She scoffed and shook her head.

Little Harry sat in the back, watching and listening to this odd woman talk to herself. He shifted in his seat, uncomfortable with the mess in his nappy, but made no sound. The last time he cried, his mummy...fell asleep, but didn't wake up even when the scary monster tried to hurt him, even when he cried really, really loud.

He let out a small sniffle as the tears began to run.

Petunia heard it and glanced at the boy. She sniffed the air, smelling a familiar—but no less awful—odour. "Bloody hell," she hissed aloud, "I forgot bloody nappies." Harry sniffed again and she nodded. "I know, I know, you're messy. Don't worry, we're heading to the store now." She changed direction and drove towards the nearest Marco's.

She parked near the front of the store, as far away from other cars as possible. She unbuckled herself, but sat with her arms crossed on the wheel, staring out the window into nowhere. She glanced through the rear-view mirror at the little boy with her sister's eyes. She sighed and opened her door, walking around to unbuckle the child from his seat.

Her nose wrinkled at the smell coming from the boy, but she held him close. "You really stink, you know," she informed him.

The boy sniffled again and gazed at her with wide eyes. Wide, emerald-green eyes, "Just like your mother's," Petunia observed monotonously.

Harry blinked.

Petunia grimaced and walked into the store. She headed straight for the baby section, ignoring every gaze anyone focused on them.

She quickly found the nappies and grabbed the familiar brand, some wipes, and powder. Harry sneezed and she peered at him. She walked silently to the medicine area and picked up something for children's cold and flu symptoms, trying not to think about why she did.

Harry sneezed again and rubbed his nose with a tiny fist. Petunia watched his hand move higher, to his jet-black hair, and scratch a tiny scar just below the fringe. She frowned, gently moving aside the hair, and saw a thin scar in the shape of a lightning bolt.

Harry scratched at it again, and Petunia noticed how red it looked. She turned and found a healing salve to put on it.

She felt her stomach ache a bit and walked back to the front of the store to grab a basket. She dropped her items in it carefully, and went to search for the food area. She found the fruits and vegetables and picked up a banana. She walked around a bit more, picking up a scone and a bottle of milk.

All the while, Harry observed the woman with silent curiosity. He wondered why she did not say much, or why she cared for him. He never met this woman, yet she held him close and made him feel safe. Like his mummy did. His eyes started to water again, but he didn't sniffle this time. He only watched the lady as she gazed around at the food items in silence.

Petunia paid for the items and changed Harry's nappy in the bathroom. She walked back to the car with the groceries in one arm, him in the other. She sat him in the car seat and herself next to him. She pulled out the banana and peeled it, holding it out for him.

Harry looked at the lady and then back at the fruit. He smiled. He loved bananas.

Petunia watched the boy grab the banana and start to munch on it without dirtying his clothes or the car seat. She smirked and started picking at the scone. She offered the boy a soft, little piece and he picked it up with his small, banana-covered hand and popped it into his mouth. He chewed it with his small teeth and resumed eating his fruit.

Petunia watched, with masked interest, as the little boy pulled the banana peel back a little more and continued eating. He stopped, as if remembering something, and turned to her. He smiled sheepishly and held out the fruit, as if offering her a piece.

Petunia grinned and broke off a piece Harry hadn't slobbered on and gave back the banana. "Thank you," she said quietly.

Harry nodded, as if he understood, and went back to eating.

The two finished off their breakfast with the milk and Petunia wiped off the food Harry had on his face and her hands with one of the wipes. She rubbed some of the salve on his scar, then buckled him back up and placed the garbage in one of the empty grocery bags. She walked around to the driver's seat and sat down, not exactly sure where to go. She buckled her seat belt and continued driving in no planned direction.

Petunia drove around for hours, only stopping for lunch and to change Harry. As the roads started getting darker and more deserted, she started to wonder where she headed.

Only when she arrived did she know where she was going.

Petunia observed the many homes in her old neighbourhood in Cokeworth. She could see many of the lights on from windows of family rooms. One particular window seemed to glow the brightest in the evening light.

Petunia slowed in front of her old home, taking in the worn yet sturdy state of the house. It was just like she remembered, exactly what she tried to forget. The reason for leaving this place was now the reason for coming back. Petunia slowed, but didn't stop.

She drove away and forced herself to not look back. She told herself she did not want to anyway.

She drove away from the setting sun, towards an area that seemed to darken with the day. She passed the old playground and little lake she frequented as a child, remembering the summer that one, dark-haired boy seemed to change her life. Or her sister. Unwittingly, she followed his faded footsteps into the neighbourhood he grew up in, slowing once she reach the bent and broken sign that informed her she reached Spinner's End.

Petunia refused to spend much time in this dark and dreary place, especially to look for its dark and dreary inhabitant.

She stopped on the side of the street anyway.

Petunia did not know why she felt the urge to visit Severus Snape at all, never mind after so many years.

Maybe because he's the only one who can understand this pain.

Petunia felt her stomach give a jolt. The thought passed like an unwelcome bit of wind, silent and invisible, hard to escape. The thought brought some realization to her, one that made her acknowledge the pain she felt over her sister's death. The pain she tried to ignore like the cause itself.

She could not ignore this pain, though, nor could she ignore the child who sat silently in the back seat, staring out the window.

She followed his gaze and saw an old, run-down house, not unlike the ones surrounding it. She turned back to Harry and caught him as he raised his hand and waved. She turned back to the house, staring directly at the large window in front of it, and saw a shadow move away, back inside. Like a creature scurrying away from the light after hiding under a rock.

Petunia wondered if the person inside this house... She shook her head and drove away.

She decided to take the way through London home. She watched a mixture of faceless people scurrying about with some kind of importance. She stopped to buy Harry and herself supper and ate with him, once more, in the back seat.

Harry could barely keep his eyes open after Petunia changed his nappy again. She gently secured him back in his car seat and drove around London.

Petunia stopped in front of a large, gray building. This is where she planned to go in the first place, she realised. The fading, gray orphanage in the middle of London, where children stay lost among the other faceless individuals.

Petunia unbuckled her seat belt and sat motionlessly. She stared stoically at the building, not once seeing any happy children running out. In fact, no one came out of the building, despite it being one of the most crowded buildings in the area.

She sighed and lowered her head down onto the wheel.

Petunia did not know how long she sat there, pondering the future and its past. A small sneeze cut through her haze and she turned to the sleeping child.

Her nephew.

Petunia wiped the tears she didn't know she cried from her face and buckled her seat belt.

The two made it back home as the lights of the sitting-room windows in Privet Drive turned off, as if on cue.

Vernon waited in the kitchen with Dudley, who sat in his high chair, eating some sweets. He perked up as the front door opened and watched in confusion as his wife walked in, looking worn, with a small bundle wrapped safely in her arms. Vernon frowned. He was sure Petunia would take the child to the orphanage.

Petunia gave her husband a small, tired smile, before walking upstairs to their room. She sat on the bed, with Harry in one arm, and pulled out the letter from the envelope she picked up from the doorstep.

She turned the letter over, read the one-word reply to Albus Dumbledore's request and sighed. She found a pen, uncapped it, and scribbled over the word, "No."