You're an Umbran Harry!

The night was cold, wet, and absolutely filled with Applauds and Affinities. Bayonetta grinned. "My, my! This is my kind of party! You boys are certainly out in force! What's got you lot all hot under the collar?"

The lower ranking Paridisians didn't usually speak to her, but to her surprise, one of the ones near her did. In its strange garbled language it said, "The balance of power has shifted, and the chosen is corrupted."

She rolled her eyes. "Oh, not that shit again." She readied her guns.

The Applaud let out a garbled shout and swung its staff at her.

Bayonetta's smile turned feral. "Let's dance boys!"

Idly twirling one of her newly acquired halos, Bayonetta wandered down the street. She had come to England as a favor to Rodin, who said that the boys downstairs were getting very antsy over the place.

Judging by the sheer number of Paradiso angels she'd encountered so far, the concerns were justified. Not to mention the odd sights she'd seen. There had been a deluge of shooting stars in a town called Kent, and the number of owls flying about in daylight was baffling. "It's almost like nature itself is having a temper tantrum." She mused.

She paused. "More of those people in cloaks! They've been everywhere today!" Drawing a sigil and stepping through into Purgatorio, she stalked towards them. "Let's see if we can find what this shit is about."

As she approached, she heard the female of the group speak. "They're the worst sort of muggles imaginable! They really are-"

"The only family he has left now." A man with a beard that could rival her hair said.

"He'll be famous Albus! Everyone in our world will know his name!"

The man with the beard nodded."Exactly Minerva! Famous before he can walk and talk. He'll be much better off growing up away from all that." He produced a sheet of paper that Bayonetta recognized to be parchment. "I've written a letter explaining things." He took the infant from the third person, who was possibly the largest human she had ever seen.

The man leaned over and gave the infant what must have been a very scratchy kiss on the forehead. Then he let out a great hiccupping sob.

"Now really Hagrid!" The woman said, sounding scandalized.

"Sorry professor." He sniffed.

Placing the infant on the doorstep, the other man patted him gently. "Now, now, you'll meet again."

The group hung abut for a few more minutes before the old one gently shooed them. He watched the woman turn on the spot and vanish, and the large man get on a motorcycle. Bayonetta was startled to see it take off into the sky.

The old man stayed for a while longer, before he too turned on the spot and vanished.

Several hours later the front door was opened by a boney looking woman, who promptly screamed and dropped the bottles of milk she was holding. The noise woke the infant, which started to fuss.

Bayonetta used the moment of confusion to slip through the open door. The interior was so pristine that it hurt to look at.

The slamming of the door made her turn around. The woman was clutching the infant and the now open letter. Bayoneta followed her into the kitchen.

Sitting in a chair, the woman shook her head. "We've already got one infant! The last thing I need is one belonging to that blasted sister of mine!" She shook her head again. "What on earth am I going to tell Vernon?!"

Making up her mind, Bayonetta strode out of Purgatorio. "That a woman came to pick up her child."

The woman let out strangled squeak. Outside of Purgatorio, her face was revealed be a combination of pinched and horselike.

Ignoring the outburst, she continued. "I've already watched him all night, and I think he should go where he's wanted." Holding out her arms she said, "Unless you really do want to raise him."

Composing herself, the woman sniffed. "You hardly look like mother material."

Bayonetta rolled her eyes, but kept her arms extended.

The woman sighed. Then she handed the infant over. "You're right. I don't." She thrust the letter at her. "Probably better with you anyway. You and all the rest of those freaks."

A loud rumble came from upstairs. "Pet? Is someone here?"

The woman flinched. "No Vernon! I just forgot to turn the telly off last night!" To Bayonetta she said, "Get out of here!"

Bayonetta smirked and opened the back door before drawing another sigil. Stepping into Purgatorio she said, "No worries. With luck, you'll never see me again."

The woman merely sniffed, looking pleased.

In the strange realm between realities, Baynetta traced the infant's scar. "Well my dear-"she checked the letter- "Harry. Let's go home." Smiling down at the brilliant green eyes staring up at her, she turned and headed for the gate. "On the way, we can figure out how to tell Jeanne she's an aunt."