HARRY: "Petunia! we can't keep the boy!" Vernon grumbled to his wife."He set Dudley’s toys on fire!" he stated harshly as loud as he dared without worrying the neighbours would hear. "We can't have him contaminating our Dudders" "I know, I asked for this as much as you did Vernon, My dirty sister thinking she could just drop him off on our doorstep and what? Think we would want him?" Petunia said looking at the cupboard that she knew held a three-year-old boy that would be sitting on the floor with his ratty blanket in disgust. When they had awoken to find the 15-month-old boy on their doorstep they were horrified, throwing the boy in the cupboard under the stairs. They left him there for a week trying to find a way to contact Petunia's sister to return him. Finally, they had given up. They fed him their scraps and old milk, enough to keep him alive and that was it, they bathed him outside no matter the weather with the garden hose. Recently his accidental magic had started to play up, setting the toys on fire was the last straw. "Tomorrow, first thing, before anyone else wakes up to see us with him" she promised as she sat down with her son, Dudley, who had started to demand attention. The next day found them dropping a crying 3 years old off at the run-down orphanage. Harry had been left with nothing but his blanket and name, a few hours later found him sitting next to a little girl of the same age, sniffling while she hugged his arm. It would be a few weeks before they realized they both made things happen, and it would be a year before their father found them.