Ch. 1 boy meets girl… in a garden shed?
Note: Harry Potter truly defeted Voldy that night as Severus had previously found out about the horcruxes and destroyed al but the snake and voldy himself. After Harry, with Lil's help, took care of the living form, he found and killed the snake. he then quit teaching and resides in prince manor experimenting with potions, away from people. But death eaters were still at large and working to complete their dead master's plans and Dumbledoor still thinks himself god of the greater good…
"Boy! Get out to the garden and work for your keep!" yelled a purple-faced whale of a man.
"Yes sir." said boy slowly and cautiously enunciated, backing out the door, not trusting the fat tormentor as far as he could lift him, never mind throw, not that it mattered he would never be able to do either, ever, knowing full well the child abuser would hurt him any chance he got.
Out in the garden the black haired boy quickly went to the shed and retrieved the tools he would need to get the job done. On his way out the door he noticed a small lump of burlap that wasn't there the day before, the burlap yes, the lump no. Seeing as he was the only one who ever actually entered the shed, the child was curious, especially when he saw it move and more so when a pale blond head peeped out. His survival instincts kicked in and he quickly a gracefully jumped back and brandished a garden hoe as a weapon. A small body that was equally as alert and ready quickly followed out the small head. Then the girl, for the small person was a little girl, gave him a curious look and relaxed. Now the bone thin boy was even more curious and cautious, who relaxed around a stranger with a potential weapon pointed at them?
"Hello Harry."
2 years ago
The little girl ran into the basement room to see her mother working diligently on a new experimental potion. She watched her lovely mother for a few moments and ran back upstairs.
"Still working?" her father asked her and she nodded and happy smile on her face.
"Well we will just have to go out an pick some berries without her, hopefully she will be done by the time we get back to make the mixed berry cookie-muffins." Her father then ruffled her hair and waltzed out the door with a white whicker basket. The 5yr old quickly pulled her long blond hair back with a pink ribbon, grabbed a sparkly purple basket and followed her father out the door.
After an hour of picking various known and unknown edible berries the duo skipped back toward the solitary house in the middle of an unknown field. The happy evening turned sour in a split second when the father noticed the house was smoking. He grabbed the small girl in a hug, told her not to follow, put her down and ran to the house. Just as he disappeared through the front door the flaming potion the girl's now late mother had been working on exploded a second time. This the whole house went up in flames in a second. From her vantage point far enough away to not be hurt but close enough to feel the heat, the grieving girl saw a pale hand fall out the door, twitch and fall still as the flames licked at the dying flesh.
The girl had turned from her old home when the fire had died and all that was left was a broken pile of wood and ash. She never went back.
The blond spent her time roaming the woods and occasionally the city streets. She preferred the woods, she knew the wild, the plants and animals, it was the people she didn't. The little girl had spent most of her life with only her parents as company and had liked it that way. She only went into the city when nature thinned and she had to cross the concrete jungle to get back to the real one.
It was during one of these brief escapades into society that she found Harry. She had been crawling over, under and through the back fences in a middle class neighbor hood when she found a small shed that looked fairly unused. She was tired and there were some carrots in the garden, the now 7 year old had eaten a little and curled up under a burlap sack in a corner, planning to wake up before dawn to leave again. The fates helped two lonely hurt children out and let her sleep in by averting the sun from her eyes and thus keeping her asleep until the boy opened the door. She was awakened immediately upon the door opening, but through her years in the wild and on the streets she had learned to keep still and take in her surroundings before moving. She heard a small body moving about picking up many items. The girl hoped he would take it and leave so she could sneak out but she heard him stop by the door and felt the eyes upon her so she left her shelter and faced the frail looking boy like she would a wild animal or street thug. She took in his small-emancipated body in over large clothes, well worn hands, and cuts upon bruises upon bruises and knew he was very abused and would be as defensive as a wounded wolf. Then the blond/s eyes traveled to the boy's forehead and she internally gasped and relaxed. She knew who he was and knew she would take him from here with her.
"Hello Harry"