AN: Don't Own either, but I can dream...
This story is incomplete, if people give me new ideas or nag a lot I may continue...
Grunting Edward stood up, Where in the world did the Gate dump me this time? Looking around Ed was disgusted to see regular sets of the same house over and over with small yards with mangled grass in their yards. Quite a disgustingly monogamous place.
Well standing here all night isn't going to do many good, now to find the closest library so I can figure out where the in the name of the Gate I am now. Beginning to stroll down the road looking for anything that could give me a sense of direction I studied the overly orderly houses, scowling at their uniformity and lack of character expression; it was like a military base back home, just uglier. What in the name of the Gate was that?
I immediately rushed towards the origin of the sound, a loud walling of a baby and the screaming of an older woman. Quickly I came across a strange scene, and I'm not even from this world and I know it's strange. On one of the perfect little door steps was a baby wrapped in a blanket with a woman standing over it screaming. Afraid the woman would steep on the babe I ran up and scooped it up, rocking the little thing to get it to calm down. When it had finally stopped wailing, not that I blame it being woken by that screeching, I turned to the woman on the door step.
"Uh, Hello." Okay not my most elegant moment there. "Is this yours?" I should just slap my self of course it isn't or she wouldn't be screaming bloody murder.
The woman was still in shock but a rather fat man had shown up at the door, "Who are you scaring my wife? Go away we don't want any!"
"I didn't scare your wife, this baby did, and I think it's supposed to be yours," I looked down at the blanket, "Look there's a letter, probably about the kid."
The disgusting man grabbed the letter, ripping it from the babies hands, causing it to cry again. Working to calm the poor thing I didn't get a chance to read the letter myself, before the man slammed the door in my face.
"What in the world are you doing!" I yelled rocking the baby still, oddly it had stopped crying, well not to odd, seeing it's trying to eat my braid.
The other man yelled back through the door, "It was a mistake, not ours, you touched it, it's your responsibility know. Go dump him at an orphanage or in an ally somewhere, you'll get nothing from us."
You touched it? What are you three? I looked down at the babe, a boy if he's use of the word him can be believed. What in the world am I supposed to do with you? I can't leave you here, these people are obviously no kind of home for you if they'd give you off to some random stranger.
I started walking down the street again, not paying much attention to where I was going, Well I can't just drop you in an alley as that beast of a man said, and I never was a big fan of orphanages. I guess I'll have to hold onto you for a little while, surely I can find your parents and give you back or something. I mean I'm only going to be here until I can figure out how to use the Gate again. That's it, I'll take care of you till then.
I smiled at the boy, "How's that, you get to stay with Uncle Ed until he has to leave, sound good?"
The baby gurgled.
Great I'm talking to a baby, "Well now we need to find someplace to stay. I know it's pretty early, but I'm really tired, a good tavern for a nights rest would be great."
The baby laughed smiling.
Great I'm still talking to a baby.
Looking up I was surprised to see myself on a well worn cobble street, apparently I had walked father than I thought. Looking up I saw the sign of the place I was standing next to, Lea-leak gah it's like it's fading in and out of focus…
The baby laughed again.
Ah, there it is, must have been the wind hitting it, The Leaky Cauldron. Weird name, but it looks like a good enough place to lie down for the night at least. I opened the door to the establishment finding myself in a rather crowed tavern.
I managed to make my way up to the bar and signal the bar keep, I can't believe he's so silent, I thought babies cried when they had no reason, let alone in a room this loud and rambunctious. Wondered what happened, must have been a big win, maybe a sports team or a war.
The bartender stopped infront of me, "Hello good chap, I'm Tom, how can I be helping you this fine evening?"
"I need a room, are there any left available?"
"Sure tons, most people to set on partying tonight than sleeping, oh and who is that there."
Remebering the baby I hugged him closer to my body, the blanket mostly covered him, showing only a hand and part of his face, "Oh this is," Crap think.
In the background a sudden toast was heard, "To Harry Potter- the boy who lived!"
"Har-" Har, Harry's to obvious Hari, Haral, Haralla, Harald, "Harold! Harold Elric."
And many, many miles away in a castle currently deserted an old quill scratched out one name for another, and the course of history was changed forever.
