Waking with a start Petunia Dursley stared at the ceiling for a moment as the grogginess of sleep began to wear off. Looking to the clock she huffed when she realized she wouldn't need to actually be awake for some time yet. No matter how much she tried she just could not fall back to sleep. With a slight groan she decided that a warm cup of tea might just help and slipped out of the master bedroom. Downstairs the sun was just barely touching the horizon and the early birds were waking up. Putting on the kettle she sluggishly walked to the front door and opened it, hoping to pick up the paper and the milk. What she found was a small basket with an infant sleeping inside. A loud gasp left her as she stared down at the infant in horror. Who was the child? Who had left him there? Why on her front step?
As if sensing someone was there the infant fussed for a moment and opened his eyes. The stunning green color of them stalled Petunia for a moment. Looking closer at the child she rea