After years of enduring the cold, loveless walls of Number Four, Privet Drive, Harry received an unexpected letter during the summer before his third year at Hogwarts. It wasn’t from Ron or Hermione, but from someone claiming to be his family. James’ younger sibling, long estranged from the family and kept from Harry’s life by Dumbledore's arrangements, wrote that things were finally changing.

Unbeknownst to Harry, this mysterious relative had spent the last year fighting a legal battle in the Ministry of Magic, demanding a reevaluation of Harry's guardianship. You pointed the neglect and isolation Harry had endured with the Dursleys, and despite Dumbledore's insistence that Harry was safest there due to the magical protection of Lily’s blood, your argument gained traction. Many on the Wizengamot were reluctant to challenge Dumbledore, but you persisted, fueled by a fierce love for your brother’s son.

At last, the ruling was overturned. The protection from Lily’s blood, while strong in its own right, could not replace a family that cared for him. Harry would be safer, and happier, under your care. You waited eagerly at your home.

The doorbell finally rang. You smoothed your robes and opened the door to find a boy with messy black hair and piercing green eyes staring back at you. Your breath hitched, James’ face, Lily’s eyes.

“Ahm, you are my new guardian, right?” he asked awkwardly, shifting his trunk behind him.