Abandoned!Harry: Chapter 2
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sparkysparkyTitle: Abandoned!Harry (Title to change)
Author: sparkysparky
Rating: PG (for now, rating might go higher later on)
Chapter: 2/?
Warnings: Mentions of child abuse in early chapters (very mild), excessive Harry!cuteness.
Summary: Just before Harry turns 6 years old, Vernon is transferred to America. Instead of bringing Harry with them, Petunia abandons Harry in a park. He is found by some unlikely people and the wizarding world is in an uproar.
Author's Notes: I've wanted to read some good fics where Harry is adopted by someone other than Snape (Sirius, Remus, Dumbledore, Malfoys, etc) but haven't found any, so I chose to write one myself. I know this premise is somewhat over used, but I hope this will be original enough to spark interest. If I actually finish the first story, I may decide to write more fics in this universe, but we'll see where this story goes.
Disclaimer: Any recognizable characters obviously don't belong to me *sob*. But there will be several OCs along the way that do.
Chapter Word Count: ~1,800 (+ Daily Prophet article),
Total Word Count: ~8,400
Chapter 1A
Chapter 1B
June 25th 1986
Penthouse Flat, Copper Towers, London
Dean Thomas had always been told he was an inquisitive child. He didn’t know what the word inquisitive meant, but he had practiced it over and over in his head until he could say it without stumbling.
He thought it meant he liked to have Adventures, because his mother always called him her little Indiana Jones. Dean knew that Indiana Jones was a type of Adventurer who went to the desert and fought snakes. He also knew that his first Daddy had been an Adventurer, but he didn’t remember him at all because he had died when Dean was just a baby.
Dean liked being an Adventurer, because it meant he got to spend lots of time in his room, playing Pretend and building forts. His brother and sister were too little to play at Adventures and sometimes Dean got a little lonely but then he’d make up a new friend and they’d go on Adventures together.
Sometimes though, Things would happen. Like one time, his Pretend friend really was there and broke a lamp and Dean got into trouble for telling fibs. So he’d learned not to tell his mom and dad about the Things that happened when he was Pretending.
One morning when Dean woke up, he lay in bed thinking of all the Adventures he could have that day. He remembered the little boy from the park and their Adventure to the moon and hoped that when he went back to the park today, Harry would be there. It had been fun to have someone who wasn’t a Pretend friend to play Pretend with.
Not able to stay in bed any longer, Dean jumped up from bed and stopped in his tracks. There was a boy in his room.
The boy was sleeping on the put-away cot his cousin Drew slept on when he came to visit. But it wasn’t his cousin Drew. Dean knew this because this boy was white not brown like Dean and Drew were.
Dean crept closer to the boy, wondering if this was another Pretend friend who’d become real while Dean was sleeping. But it wasn’t a Pretend friend because it was the boy from the park—Harry.
“MUMMY!” Dean hollered running into the hall. “MUMMY THERE’S A BOY IN MY ROOM!”
Sophie peered out into the hall from the kitchen and smiled as Dean ran down the hall toward her. “Yes, there is, and we should try to be quiet and let him sleep. He had a late night yesterday.”
Dean stopped when he reached the kitchen and stood panting for breath for a moment. “Why’s Harry here, Mummy? Where’s his auntie?”
Sophie looked at Dean in confusion. “How’d you know his name?” she asked.
“He’s the little boy from the park, Mummy. We played astronauts and tag. Don’t you ‘member?” Dean looked at her, expecting her agreement.
Sophie nodded, wondering at the smallness of the world. She was glad, for Harry’s sake, that at least one person in the household would be familiar to him.
“Where’s his auntie?” Dean asked again. “Did she get lost?”
Sophie tried to think of an appropriate response and settled for, “Harry will be staying with us for awhile. His aunt had to go away.”
“Like my first daddy?” Dean asked his amber colored eyes serious.
“Not quite like that. His aunt will be back to get him soon,” Sophie said, though even she doubted the validity of that statement.
Dean shrugged. “Okay. I’m gonna go wake him up so we can have an Adventure while we wait for his auntie. Can we have eggs and bacon for breakkies? I want a smiley face, and I bet Harry does too.”
Dean was running back to his room before Sophie could respond.
She sighed and returned to the kitchen and started getting together the makings for bacon and eggs. As she was cooking, she tried not to think about what would happen to Harry if his aunt didn’t come for him. Mark had headed for police headquarters two hours ago, and Sophie expected him back at any time.
She was just beginning to fry the bacon when Mark entered the kitchen, his hair wet from the rain outside. She turned to him and saw the frown on his face, and knew his visit to the police hadn’t gone well. “What happened?”
Mark sighed and slumped into a chair, his forehead dropping down to rest on the table. “Harry Potter doesn’t exist.”
***
Office of the Headmaster, Hogwarts Castle, Scotland
Minerva sat in the high backed chair adjacent to Albus’ fireplace and stared blankly into the flames. Harry Potter had been missing for over 24 hours and there was no evidence that the Order, even working with the Aurors, would ever find him. The Dursley’s had disappeared leaving no trace behind, and because of Harry’s parentage, he didn’t exist in the eyes of the Muggles.
“How did you not think to provide Harry with appropriate Muggle documents, Albus?” Minerva asked without looking at her mentor. “Do you know the tangles Moody had to fix after questioning the Muggle authorities about Harry Potter? It was nearly impossible to keep the Minister from handling it himself, and we both know what a disaster that would have been.”
Albus sighed and stood up from his head across from Minerva to pace. “I have no explanations, Minerva, except that in those first few days after Voldemort’s defeat, I was up to my ears in people needing me to do something. Contrary to everyone’s opinions, I am but human and thus have the human capacity to err.”
Minerva felt shame well up inside her, and she said, “I’m sorry Albus. I know that the Wizarding world looks to you for guidance; to know what to do. I didn’t mean to make this your fault. Forgive me?”
Albus smiled sadly in her direction, his brilliant blue eyes dimmed from the stress of the past day. “There is nothing to forgive. If I had listened to you in the first place, and taken time to assess the situation before hand, I would never have left Harry with his mother’s sister and her husband. But it was my decision and therefore this is my mistake.”
Albus went to the bird stand where his phoenix, Fawkes, was perched. Fawkes’ normally brilliant plumage was drooping, a sign that the phoenix was near his Burning Day. Albus reaching out a hand and gently smoothed the rough feathers of Fawkes’ chest. The phoenix trilled sadly, perfectly mirroring the emotions of the two humans.
“Albus,” Minerva said softly. “We’ll find Harry, I promise. And when we do, we’ll bring him home.”
Albus turned his ageless eyes in her direction and smiled. “I truly do hope you’ll do that, Minerva, but we must be prepared for the eventuality that Harry cannot be found until he receives his Hogwart’s letter.”
***
Penthouse Flat, Copper Towers, London
Harry awoke as he always did—asleep one moment, awake the next. He reached over the side of his cot for his glasses, but his hands only brushed open air. He blinked owlishly at his surroundings, realizing suddenly that he wasn’t in his cupboard under the stairs.
He also slowly became aware of a strange weight on his legs. He sat up and shouted. The boy on his legs smiled at him and held out his glasses.
“Hi Harry! ‘Member me? We played astronauts yesterday! ‘Member? We went to the moon and fought aliens!”
Harry slipped his glasses on, pushing them up on his nose when the slipped down. “Why ‘m I here?” he mumbled sleepily. “Where’s Aun’ ‘Tunia?”
Dean shrugged. “Mummy said you get to stay with us.”
He jumped off the bed and danced around the room happily. “Wanna go treasure hunting? Daddy hided stuff in his office for me to find! We can be ‘Venturers.”
Harry’s eyes filled with tears as the memory of last night came back to him. He remembered the cold and the scary shadows and the thought that the red-eyed man would come get him.
“She left me,” Harry said, feeling the shock come back. “Aun’ ‘Tunia left me.”
Dean didn’t know what to do when Harry started crying. He wanted to get Mummy, but couldn’t move.
He didn’t know what it meant, so he helped in the only way he knew how.
He started crying too.
***
Auror Office, Ministry of Magic, London
Kingsley Shacklebolt was the youngest Auror in a century to have been promoted to the Special Division.
He’d entered Auror training directly after leaving Hogwarts, and been fast tracked through the program.
Just a year after his training was finished, he’d been promoted to Field Agent. A year after that he’d been named Special Auror in Charge, making him the youngest Squad Leader in fifty years.
Kingsley’s superiors were impressed with the young man’s intelligence, dedication to truth, honor and justice, and his clever way with a wand.
Which was why they’d assigned him to the Harry Potter case, working directly with Alastor Moody.
“Have you found anything?”
Kingsley looked up from the mound of paperwork and grimaced at Gawain Robards, his supervisor.
“There’s no trace of him, sir. As soon as they left the house, the wards and protections stopped working,” Kingsley said, though he suspected Robards knew this already. “Moody and Dawlish are canvassing the area, speaking with neighbors. They’ve asked me to check every major train station and airport in the area, but so far I’ve found nothing that will lead us to Harry Potter.”
He looked back down at his notes, and then up, a grim expression on his face. “It seems that Harry doesn’t exist in the Muggle world, sir. There’s no record of him ever having been born.”
“Well, damn,” Robards muttered. “That makes our job that much harder.” He took a seat across from Kingsley. “What about the aunt and uncle? Any trace of them?”
“We haven’t found a way into the Muggles’ database, sir, without causing alarm among them. We’ve checked the airports, but passenger lists are confidential unless it’s a case of a state emergency.” He sighed. “And the disappearance of a child that doesn’t exist is not a state emergency.”
Robards sighed as he stood. “You’re doing as well as can be expected, Shacklebolt. Keep me apprised of the situation, if you would. And if you see Moody or Dawlish in the next hour, ask them to come to my office. Scrimgeour wants a report immediately.”
Kingsley just barely managed to keep the sneer off his face at mention of the Head Auror, Rufus Scrimgeour. The man was a phony, and only out for the notoriety of the position.
“Yes, sir,” Kingsley said, turning back to his notes as soon as Robards had left.
He had a long night ahead of him.
***
Daily Prophet, June 25th, 1986, Front Page
Author: sparkysparky
Rating: PG (for now, rating might go higher later on)
Chapter: 2/?
Warnings: Mentions of child abuse in early chapters (very mild), excessive Harry!cuteness.
Summary: Just before Harry turns 6 years old, Vernon is transferred to America. Instead of bringing Harry with them, Petunia abandons Harry in a park. He is found by some unlikely people and the wizarding world is in an uproar.
Author's Notes: I've wanted to read some good fics where Harry is adopted by someone other than Snape (Sirius, Remus, Dumbledore, Malfoys, etc) but haven't found any, so I chose to write one myself. I know this premise is somewhat over used, but I hope this will be original enough to spark interest. If I actually finish the first story, I may decide to write more fics in this universe, but we'll see where this story goes.
Disclaimer: Any recognizable characters obviously don't belong to me *sob*. But there will be several OCs along the way that do.
Chapter Word Count: ~1,800 (+ Daily Prophet article),
Total Word Count: ~8,400
Chapter 1A
Chapter 1B
June 25th 1986
Penthouse Flat, Copper Towers, London
Dean Thomas had always been told he was an inquisitive child. He didn’t know what the word inquisitive meant, but he had practiced it over and over in his head until he could say it without stumbling.
He thought it meant he liked to have Adventures, because his mother always called him her little Indiana Jones. Dean knew that Indiana Jones was a type of Adventurer who went to the desert and fought snakes. He also knew that his first Daddy had been an Adventurer, but he didn’t remember him at all because he had died when Dean was just a baby.
Dean liked being an Adventurer, because it meant he got to spend lots of time in his room, playing Pretend and building forts. His brother and sister were too little to play at Adventures and sometimes Dean got a little lonely but then he’d make up a new friend and they’d go on Adventures together.
Sometimes though, Things would happen. Like one time, his Pretend friend really was there and broke a lamp and Dean got into trouble for telling fibs. So he’d learned not to tell his mom and dad about the Things that happened when he was Pretending.
One morning when Dean woke up, he lay in bed thinking of all the Adventures he could have that day. He remembered the little boy from the park and their Adventure to the moon and hoped that when he went back to the park today, Harry would be there. It had been fun to have someone who wasn’t a Pretend friend to play Pretend with.
Not able to stay in bed any longer, Dean jumped up from bed and stopped in his tracks. There was a boy in his room.
The boy was sleeping on the put-away cot his cousin Drew slept on when he came to visit. But it wasn’t his cousin Drew. Dean knew this because this boy was white not brown like Dean and Drew were.
Dean crept closer to the boy, wondering if this was another Pretend friend who’d become real while Dean was sleeping. But it wasn’t a Pretend friend because it was the boy from the park—Harry.
“MUMMY!” Dean hollered running into the hall. “MUMMY THERE’S A BOY IN MY ROOM!”
Sophie peered out into the hall from the kitchen and smiled as Dean ran down the hall toward her. “Yes, there is, and we should try to be quiet and let him sleep. He had a late night yesterday.”
Dean stopped when he reached the kitchen and stood panting for breath for a moment. “Why’s Harry here, Mummy? Where’s his auntie?”
Sophie looked at Dean in confusion. “How’d you know his name?” she asked.
“He’s the little boy from the park, Mummy. We played astronauts and tag. Don’t you ‘member?” Dean looked at her, expecting her agreement.
Sophie nodded, wondering at the smallness of the world. She was glad, for Harry’s sake, that at least one person in the household would be familiar to him.
“Where’s his auntie?” Dean asked again. “Did she get lost?”
Sophie tried to think of an appropriate response and settled for, “Harry will be staying with us for awhile. His aunt had to go away.”
“Like my first daddy?” Dean asked his amber colored eyes serious.
“Not quite like that. His aunt will be back to get him soon,” Sophie said, though even she doubted the validity of that statement.
Dean shrugged. “Okay. I’m gonna go wake him up so we can have an Adventure while we wait for his auntie. Can we have eggs and bacon for breakkies? I want a smiley face, and I bet Harry does too.”
Dean was running back to his room before Sophie could respond.
She sighed and returned to the kitchen and started getting together the makings for bacon and eggs. As she was cooking, she tried not to think about what would happen to Harry if his aunt didn’t come for him. Mark had headed for police headquarters two hours ago, and Sophie expected him back at any time.
She was just beginning to fry the bacon when Mark entered the kitchen, his hair wet from the rain outside. She turned to him and saw the frown on his face, and knew his visit to the police hadn’t gone well. “What happened?”
Mark sighed and slumped into a chair, his forehead dropping down to rest on the table. “Harry Potter doesn’t exist.”
Office of the Headmaster, Hogwarts Castle, Scotland
Minerva sat in the high backed chair adjacent to Albus’ fireplace and stared blankly into the flames. Harry Potter had been missing for over 24 hours and there was no evidence that the Order, even working with the Aurors, would ever find him. The Dursley’s had disappeared leaving no trace behind, and because of Harry’s parentage, he didn’t exist in the eyes of the Muggles.
“How did you not think to provide Harry with appropriate Muggle documents, Albus?” Minerva asked without looking at her mentor. “Do you know the tangles Moody had to fix after questioning the Muggle authorities about Harry Potter? It was nearly impossible to keep the Minister from handling it himself, and we both know what a disaster that would have been.”
Albus sighed and stood up from his head across from Minerva to pace. “I have no explanations, Minerva, except that in those first few days after Voldemort’s defeat, I was up to my ears in people needing me to do something. Contrary to everyone’s opinions, I am but human and thus have the human capacity to err.”
Minerva felt shame well up inside her, and she said, “I’m sorry Albus. I know that the Wizarding world looks to you for guidance; to know what to do. I didn’t mean to make this your fault. Forgive me?”
Albus smiled sadly in her direction, his brilliant blue eyes dimmed from the stress of the past day. “There is nothing to forgive. If I had listened to you in the first place, and taken time to assess the situation before hand, I would never have left Harry with his mother’s sister and her husband. But it was my decision and therefore this is my mistake.”
Albus went to the bird stand where his phoenix, Fawkes, was perched. Fawkes’ normally brilliant plumage was drooping, a sign that the phoenix was near his Burning Day. Albus reaching out a hand and gently smoothed the rough feathers of Fawkes’ chest. The phoenix trilled sadly, perfectly mirroring the emotions of the two humans.
“Albus,” Minerva said softly. “We’ll find Harry, I promise. And when we do, we’ll bring him home.”
Albus turned his ageless eyes in her direction and smiled. “I truly do hope you’ll do that, Minerva, but we must be prepared for the eventuality that Harry cannot be found until he receives his Hogwart’s letter.”
Penthouse Flat, Copper Towers, London
Harry awoke as he always did—asleep one moment, awake the next. He reached over the side of his cot for his glasses, but his hands only brushed open air. He blinked owlishly at his surroundings, realizing suddenly that he wasn’t in his cupboard under the stairs.
He also slowly became aware of a strange weight on his legs. He sat up and shouted. The boy on his legs smiled at him and held out his glasses.
“Hi Harry! ‘Member me? We played astronauts yesterday! ‘Member? We went to the moon and fought aliens!”
Harry slipped his glasses on, pushing them up on his nose when the slipped down. “Why ‘m I here?” he mumbled sleepily. “Where’s Aun’ ‘Tunia?”
Dean shrugged. “Mummy said you get to stay with us.”
He jumped off the bed and danced around the room happily. “Wanna go treasure hunting? Daddy hided stuff in his office for me to find! We can be ‘Venturers.”
Harry’s eyes filled with tears as the memory of last night came back to him. He remembered the cold and the scary shadows and the thought that the red-eyed man would come get him.
“She left me,” Harry said, feeling the shock come back. “Aun’ ‘Tunia left me.”
Dean didn’t know what to do when Harry started crying. He wanted to get Mummy, but couldn’t move.
He didn’t know what it meant, so he helped in the only way he knew how.
He started crying too.
Auror Office, Ministry of Magic, London
Kingsley Shacklebolt was the youngest Auror in a century to have been promoted to the Special Division.
He’d entered Auror training directly after leaving Hogwarts, and been fast tracked through the program.
Just a year after his training was finished, he’d been promoted to Field Agent. A year after that he’d been named Special Auror in Charge, making him the youngest Squad Leader in fifty years.
Kingsley’s superiors were impressed with the young man’s intelligence, dedication to truth, honor and justice, and his clever way with a wand.
Which was why they’d assigned him to the Harry Potter case, working directly with Alastor Moody.
“Have you found anything?”
Kingsley looked up from the mound of paperwork and grimaced at Gawain Robards, his supervisor.
“There’s no trace of him, sir. As soon as they left the house, the wards and protections stopped working,” Kingsley said, though he suspected Robards knew this already. “Moody and Dawlish are canvassing the area, speaking with neighbors. They’ve asked me to check every major train station and airport in the area, but so far I’ve found nothing that will lead us to Harry Potter.”
He looked back down at his notes, and then up, a grim expression on his face. “It seems that Harry doesn’t exist in the Muggle world, sir. There’s no record of him ever having been born.”
“Well, damn,” Robards muttered. “That makes our job that much harder.” He took a seat across from Kingsley. “What about the aunt and uncle? Any trace of them?”
“We haven’t found a way into the Muggles’ database, sir, without causing alarm among them. We’ve checked the airports, but passenger lists are confidential unless it’s a case of a state emergency.” He sighed. “And the disappearance of a child that doesn’t exist is not a state emergency.”
Robards sighed as he stood. “You’re doing as well as can be expected, Shacklebolt. Keep me apprised of the situation, if you would. And if you see Moody or Dawlish in the next hour, ask them to come to my office. Scrimgeour wants a report immediately.”
Kingsley just barely managed to keep the sneer off his face at mention of the Head Auror, Rufus Scrimgeour. The man was a phony, and only out for the notoriety of the position.
“Yes, sir,” Kingsley said, turning back to his notes as soon as Robards had left.
He had a long night ahead of him.
Daily Prophet, June 25th, 1986, Front Page
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