A/N

I know a lot of you are waiting on the updates for other stories but this just wouldn't leave me alone. Please R&R.

Chapter contains a small mention of child abuse.

I don't own either Harry Potter or Sons of Anarchy just borrowing them.

Meeting Harry.

Chibs P.O.V

As I looked at my old friend and a man I considered my brother, Oliver Murphy, I couldn't help but smile. We were making our way to the only pub in Little Whinging, Surrey after doing a job for a brother who retired. Olly, as he preferred, was currently making faces at the streets with their white picket fences and perfectly trimmed hedges.

"I don't understand how anyone could live here." Olly suddenly commented.

"Aye, it's horrid that someone would want to live in a nice neighbourhood." I said sarcastically. I quickly dodged the punched aimed at my shoulder. "C'mon, let's get a drink." I said as I started walking through the car park. I unzipped my jumper as I went, it was unusually warm for the second of November.

I was almost at the door when I heard the distinctive cry of a baby. Deciding to investigate I followed the noise until I came across a Vauxhall vectra A. Looking in the back window of the drivers side, I saw a small child no more than two years old looking up at me with bright green pleading eyes.

"Dear god, the poor thing is sweating. Wait here, I'll grab a rock or something." Before Olly had moved I had my Cut wrapped around my fist as I put it through the driver side window.

"Or we can punch the window in, sure that works." Olly muttered as I reached in to unlock the backdoor. I opened the door and lifted the child out of the hot car. The small boy looked at me with thankful green eyes as the cool air hit him. Looking at the boy as he snuggled in I could see he wasn't properly cared for. His clothes too big and his nappy solid. I turned to look at Olly.

"Phone social services, I'm going to find the owner. That alarm is doing my head in." I said as I walked towards the pub again, only with a different agenda this time.

Walking through the door all noise stopped as the sound of the car alarm came through the open door. I noticed several families eating together or had been but were now looking at the door.

"Who own's the Vauxhall Vectra A in a red colour?" I asked, I watched as a largely obese man with too many chins heaved himself from the chair he was in.

"I own it, why?" He asked in a voice that sounded more like the grunt of a warthog than a human.

"There has been an incident in the lot. Could you come with me please?" I asked pleasantly. He watched me for a moment before the child shifted in my arms bringing the man's attention to him. I heard the woman (that I presume was his wife) gasp at the sight of the child. After seeing the boy, the man,his horse like wife and a young lad who was far too overweight followed me to the car where the man turned off the alarm.

"What is the meaning of this? Who are you? And why are you holding that. . . that Thing?" The man's voice was steadily getting louder and I felt the boy tense in my arms.

"First there's na need ta shout. Second, he isn't a thing but a child that you left to bake in a hot car and third my name is Filip Telford, this is my friend Oliver. Who might you be?" I stated camily.

"Vernon Dursley. This is my wife Petunia and our son Dudley." Vernon puffed out his large chest.

"And this little one?" Olly asked pointing to the child in my arms.

"Harry Potter. Our nephew, not that he's wanted. Should have died with his freak parents. The little. . ." Vernon trailed off as two guns were pointed at his face.

"How could you act so cold towards your own family? How could you treat an innocent child this way? Don't look like that. I can see the bruises on him. You're disgusting, lower than low. May god have Mercy on your souls for the innocent you hurt." I spat at the man before walking away to wait on the social services while Olly watched the horrid family.

Feeling a tug on my shirt I looked down at the boy. Harry looked back before opening his little mouth to speak.

"Da?" He asked in his child like voice. A sigh escaped my lips.

"Na little one, I'm Filip." I smiled at him.

"'Awwy Da?" He asked again.

"I don't know sweet thing. I think Harry's Da is with the Angels." I tried to explain to the toddler.

"Da 'one, Mama 'one?" Harry looked up with big sad eyes filled with tears.

"Aye, little one. Both gone." I said quietly.

"'Lip 'Awwy's Da now?" He asked in a small voice. Looking at the child with his big green eyes, dark unruly hair and cherub like features, I knew there was no way I could walk away from him. I would do everything in my power to keep the boy.

"Aye, little sun. I'm you're Da now. " I placed a kiss to Harry's forehead as he smiled and snuggled to go to sleep.

Three hours later found me sitting in the social work department signing the papers to legally adopt Harry as my own son. Normally it would have taken weeks to be approved but since they couldn't find any record of Harry for some reason and that Harry himself was a bit attached and screamed whenever he was taken away from me, the head of the department agreed for it to be rushed through.

"Okay, Everything seems to be in order. You can take Harry home now." The woman smiled at me and pointed to the door that Harry was behind. I smiled kindly in return as I stood and headed for the door.

"DA!" Was the very distressed call I heard as I walked into the room. Looking up I saw Harry sitting on the floor with a worker but instead of playing with the toys spread around, my son was crying his eyes out as he lifted his arms up to me. Seeing the distressed look on my sons face I wasted no time in crossing the room and picking him up.

"Hush now lad, Da's here. Yer alright now, how about we go home?" Harry nodded his head and stopped crying as he lay his head on my shoulder. With a small smile to the worker I left the building with my new son.

4 Weeks Later.

A month later found Harry and I sitting in the Samcro club house in Charming, California as I waited on their decision of whether I was in or not.

Clay P.O.V

I was sitting in the President seat in our Chapel reading the transfer script for the man waiting outside.

"So what's his deal boss?" My sargent Piney Winston asked.

"His name's Filip Telford, he was born January 8th 1973, makes him 22. He done six months as a medic in the Army before being court marshalled. Ex-communicated from the IRA in 1994, he then joined our SAMBEL charter for a year before the man (doesn't state his name) that booted him from the IRA saw him and warned him to get out of Belfast or he'd kill his wife and daughter. Doesn't say what happened to them. He adopted his son Harry James Oliver Telford from Surrey, England four weeks ago. That's it." I summed up for the boy's.

The table currently contained myself Clay Morrow as President, Tig Trager as V.P, Piney Winston as Sergeant, Bobby Munson as Treasurer, Kyle and Big Otto as members and two empty seats. One belonging to Lenny who was currently in Stockton and one waiting to be filled.

"Well that leaves a lot of questions." Tig said

"Yeah, guess we'll just have to ask him. Otto go bring him in." I said while looking over the paperwork again.

Chibs P.O.V

I was standing talking with some of the girl's who were cooing over Harry as he soaked up all the attention when I heard the door's open.

"Hey kid, come in a minute." The guy I believed was called Otto said. I looked at Harry nervously, not sure if I wanted to leave him. He was still strange around people without me.

"Don't worry, he'll be fine with the girl's." Otto said. I nodded my head and kneeled down to talk to my son.

"Hey Mo Domhan, I'm gonna have to talk to these guy's, kay? I'll just be through those doors. I won't be long." I said in my clearly heavy Irish accent.

"M'kay Da." Harry said with a smile. I ruffled his hair before standing and walking into the Chapel.

"Okay Filip, you're transfer papers left some questions. First what was your connection to sons before SAMBEL?" Clay asked

"Well first off I prefer Chibs, not Filip. As for my connection. I was the one to set the gun trading up with SAMBEL and JT. Sorry for your loss, he was a good friend." I informed them.

"Wait, you're the guy John told us about? You set up the pipe-line? Why were you kicked out then?" Clay asked again.

"Jimmy O wanted my girls and challenged me. As you can see, he won." I motioned towards my facial scars.

"Okay Chibs. Give us a minute." Clay said. I nodded and walked out shutting the door behind me. I stood by the pool table watching Harry play with his toys as the woman walked about doing their jobs. A few moments later I was called back in.

"Welcome to SAMCRO Chibs, take a seat." Clay said as Bobby handed over my new cut. After placing it on my back I took the empty seat next to Bobby.

Gemma P.O.V

I walked into the clubhouse listening to Jax and Opie snipping away at each other and smiled fondly. The smile froze on my face as I walked in to see a baby sitting on the floor playing with lots of toys.

"Look Jax a baby." Opie said as he walked over to the kid and sat down.

"Yea man, you'll have you're own soon enough." Jax replied. Ope glared but looked at the small boy.

"Hey kid, what's your name?" He asked

"'Awwy" The boy said.

"Really? My names harry aswell but everyone calls me Opie." He told little Harry. The boy giggled and past a block to Ope so he could play. As Jax and Ope played with the boy I looked to one of the girls, the question was clearly on my face as the girl held up her hands.

"He's none of our's. Belongs to the new guy, some Irish dude." She said. I nodded my head and looked back at the three boys when something Jax said clicked.

"What did you mean Opie will have one soon?" I asked and watched as both boys paled.

"Uh. . . Well you see Gem, Donna's pregnant. She's due in May." Ope held his head high as he said this not noticing the Chapel door's open.

"What in high heavens do you mean she's pregnant?" Piney said to his son. Opie froze before turning to his father.

"Umm. . . Surprise? You're grandson will be here in May." He said. Piney walked over and slapped the boy over the head.

"I gave you condoms for a reason. Suppose nothing we can do now." Piney said as he walked to the bar for a drink.

"Well, this is Gemma. My old lady and Queen. That's Jackson but he prefers Jax, he's my step-son and Harry Winson or Opie as he prefers. He's Piney's son." Clay introduced as a guy I didn't know walked over and lifted the baby from the floor.

"Hi, I'm Filip Telford but you can call me Chibs, this is my son Harry." Chibs said in a heavy Irish accent.

"Chibs just transferred from SAMBEL." Clay told us. I walked over and gave the boys a hug.

"Welcome to SAMCRO, Chibs."