write-it-motherfuckers:

When you opened the door this morning, intending to grab your phone out of the car before the nosy neighbours woke up and started snooping, you had definitely not been expecting to nearly trip over a basket. With a string of quiet curses, you stepped back and then gingerly looked into it, only to recoil in shock.

“Who the flying fuck leaves a baby on a doorstep?! And in this motherfucking weather!! What the shit??!!” 

Phone forgotten, you carried the baby inside quickly, wanting to make sure it was warm and unharmed. Thank fuck those Dursley arseholes had asked you to house sit at the last minute, while they went on holidays. Who knows what those creeps would have done.

Gingerly, you picked up the baby, watching them stir and then calm as you tucked their chilly body close to your own. A small jolt passed through you as your skin touched and you froze, mind blown. Some fucking moron had dumped not just a child, but a Magical child on the doorstep of the most closed minded fucks in town? 

You could only think of how lucky it was that someone with magic was around to find them and sense their own magic. Who knows what those closed minded twats would have done. They’d have probably locked them in a closet or something, you thought grimly. Sighing, you looked down at the sleeping child’s messy hair, unconsciously rocking back and forth to soothe them.

“Guess you’re coming with me cutie” You murmured lowly.