Dumbledore decided to softly introduce Harry to the wizarding world over a number of years. How? Well, Nymphadora Tonks makes for a rather fun baby sitter.

“You… left those freaks, right?” Petunia asked the woman before her, Andromeda her name was, as she took a sip of her tea. She peered over the edge of the cup, which she kept a tight grip on.

“Oh, yes. My family disowned me because I married someone normal, would you believe that?” She scoffed, and when Petunia started shaking her head in disbelief, Andy knew that she had bought it - hook, like, and sinker.

“Right, and why do you think that your daughter would be a good baby sitter? She’s only fourteen right now.”

“Well, you see I need her to start being serious. You know how our sort of children can be. I need her to start taking responsibility and showing some sort of… how should I say it… maturity”

Meanwhile, Nymphadora desperately swung the seven year old Harry over one of her shoulders as she ran down Privet Drive, hauling him away from his bullies the only way she could think of without magic.