A/N: I'll update my other fics soon but this story had been in my mind for a while, so please review and tell me what you think.

Harry was nearly three years old when he met his adopted mother for the first time in his life.

He remembered seeing a petite red-haired woman with pretty blue eyes walking towards him with concern in her eyes as his wonderful Aunt Petunia played games with Dudley. The first thing that came to Harry's mind when he saw the red-haired woman walking to him was how much her hair reminded him of fire. Her red hair was so vibrant, so striking that Harry knew the woman drew attention to herself without even trying. The second thing which stood out to him was the whisker-like marks adorned on her cheeks, reminding him of the pictures of the foxes in one of Dudley's old storybooks. The next thing which finally came to his mind was that her eyes were just like his.

It was just as lonely as her.

"Hey kiddo, do you want to play by the swings?" The red-haired woman asked him, kneeling down till she was at eye-level with him. Her bright blue eyes twinkled as she placed her hand on his head.

"Swings? Don't ya want to play with the swings like your brother? Wait, he's your brother right?" She asked, placing her hands on his head. "Though ya two don't look anything and ya don't look like your mother. Ya a hell lot more pretty than them."

"Swings?" Was this lady really going to play with him? Was this really happening? No one in the neighbourhood played with him. He couldn't help but look at her with wide eyes, hoping and praying that the woman was actually going to play with him.

She vigorously nodded her head. "Yup, I'll push you if you want!" she smiled widely at him, displaying her white teeth at him. "I'll push you so high that you'll feel like you're flying! I will push you so high that you can touch the sky, how about that?"

"Really?" She nodded her head and without even thinking, Harry waved his hands at her and squealed as the woman picked him up from the ground. She smiled widely at him, swinging him back and forth as she took him towards the other toddler swing set, which was about fifty meters away from his cousin and aunt. Was this what being loved felt like? He wondered, snuggling his head against the woman's chest as she carried him towards the swing.

If that was the case then he never ever wanted to leave the woman.

This woman felt so warm, Harry thought, staring shyly at the red-haired woman. She looked similar to the red-haired woman in his dreams. In his dreams, he saw a red-haired woman and black-haired man apologizing to him as an old man took him as a boy with the same hair stared at him. Sometimes, Harry pretended those people were his parents and that they were alive, searching for him but Harry knew they would never come for him.

He was the freak after all.

"Y'know I can't put you in the swing if ya don't let go of me," the woman said, giving him a big smile.

"Sorry."

The woman put him down on the ground, kneeled down till they were at eye level before shaking her head at him. "Kiddo, ya don't say sorry for something like that. I don't mind if ya cling to me but ya can't play with the swings if ya hold on to me."

He nodded his head and giggled as the red-haired woman grabbed him from the waist and placed him in the swings. Twisting his body around, Harry smiled widely at the woman, who smiled right back at him. Looking at her and then to his Aunt Petunia, who was too busy trying to calm down Dudley, Harry wished he could spend more time with this pretty woman.

She was so nice, so much better than his Aunt Petunia.

His thoughts were interrupted when the pretty woman pushed him. He closed his eyes as he felt the wind brushed against his cheeks, tickling him as if it was happy to meet him. He opened his eyes and reached his tiny arms out, wishing to catch the clouds that seemed so close to him. Could he go higher? He wanted to touch the clouds, wanted to feel more of the wind against his cheeks but if he asked, would the woman agree to it? He didn't want to make her angry like his aunt and uncle but, Harry knew this woman was different from his relatives.

"Higher, please?" He asked, looking up at the pretty woman with wide eyes.

Smiling widely, the woman nodded and pushed the swing harder than before. He felt the winds picked up and if Harry closed his eyes, he could almost imagine flying with the clouds, being free from the Dursley. He wanted to have this feeling. He wanted to continue being around this woman. He never ever wanted to go back with Aunt Petunia and be forced to do chores.

He felt his smile faded as he felt the winds slowed down. Twisting his head around, Harry gazed at the red-haired woman, who had her eyes fixed on his Aunt Petunia and Dudley, who were now making their way to the car.

"Why stop?" He asked her.

She smiled sadly. "Your Mum and brother are leaving so that means I've to give you back to them before they go back home," The red-haired woman explained, smiling tightly at him but Harry knew from the tears leaking out of her eyes that she didn't want him to go to. "We don't want your Mum to worry about you right?"

"I don't go!"

"Your Mummy and Daddy will be very sad if they don't see ya," she said, shaking her head and looking at his aunt. "You don't want to make them sad do ya?"

"Mummy and Daddy gone! Aunt Petunia say they died in a car crash," he sniffed, looking up at her with teary eyes. He took his glasses off and rubbed his eyes with the sleeves of Dudley's shirt. "Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon don't care about Freak. I'm a Freak. They only care about Dudley."

The woman bit her lips, gazed at his aunt and then at him before closing her eyes. He looked down at his hands, wishing and praying that if the woman took him to his aunt that she won't ever mention what he just said about them. He didn't want to have his uncle bring out the belt or have no food for a week because he forgot the rules they gave him.

Smiling widely, she said. "I'm going to take care of ya...and your name isn't Freak. From this day onwards, I'm going to call ya Takao, yup, you're going to be Uzumaki Takao!"

He smiled widely at the woman and hugged her tightly, causing the red-haired woman to laugh at him.

"I hope Sasuke won't be too much of a whiner when I bring ya with me."

Even though they had spent the last five years travelling the world, Sasuke was still surprised the amount of times that his girlfriend had avoided getting into trouble with the law enforcement. When they spent two years in Japan, the girl had cheated in poker without getting caught, stole a couple of things to pay off any debt they had and even tricked a couple of people to give them a free room. Though the last part was more of the men being fooled by Naru's looks.

Still, this was the first time Naru brought a kid to their hotel, Sasuke thought, staring at the sleeping form of the little boy that Naru decided to pick up from the park. How the hell did the girl end up with a kid? She stormed out of their hotel room just under a hour ago and now she was back with a little thin boy. What the hell was he going to do with the dobe and her habit of butting in people's business?

"Why do you have a kid, dobe?" He asked, crossing his arms against his chest. "And where did you find him?"

"I found him in a park being ignored by his aunt," he folded his arms and raised his eyebrows at her. "I was going to give him back to his aunt Sasuke but he didn't want go back to her...and he looked so lonely watching her play with his cousin. She called him freak too! Which is stupid because he isn't a freak since he's the cutest kid in the world."

"You tell the police when you see a kid neglected," he hissed, gazing at the sleeping child. "You don't take in a kid because you feel sorry for them. If we do that then we'll have to take in every orphan we saw in our journey around the world. Do you even know how to raise a kid? It isn't like babysitting! This is real responsibility."

"Give him to the police where they'll take him to the orphanage? Sasuke, you have never been in an orphanage but orphanages are hell," Naru said, narrowing her eyes at him. "I'm not going to let the kid experience hell. I don't want him to feel anymore loneliness, this kid deserved to feel loved! Look at him and tell me you don't feel one bit sad for the poor boy! He's like me! He doesn't even know his mother and father. I don't want him to think that…"

No one loved him, Sasuke finished silently, watching as his girlfriend placed the sleeping child in the middle of their bed. She smiled softly, placed her hand against the boy's forehead and gazed deeply at him. "Ya know they call him a freak? Ya know if I take him there then the boy might start to think his name is Freak. He might start to question himself...and I don't want that."

"Dobe…"

"Sasuke, look at the boy and tell me that you don't want to kidnap him and make sure he's a happy child," Naru declared softly, staring wide-eyed at him.

Sasuke pursed his lips and gazed at the sleeping boy, noticing for the first time how thin his face and body was. From the amount of times he saw starving kids in the road, Sasuke knew the boy wasn't eating enough and could potentially get sick if he continued like this. He felt his throat dried as Naru stared hopefully at the boy and then at him. No, he wasn't going to let Naru do this to herself.

He opened his mouth to tell her this but closed his mouth when the little boy twisted his body around till he laid down on his tummy. The little boy was cute, he admitted, watching as the boy shuffled closer to Naru. He looked so innocent, so happy and so small that Sasuke couldn't even find it in himself to tell Naru that the boy had to go back to his relatives.

His resolve continued to crumbled as Naru hugged the boy tightly, whispering soft words to the boy. For the fifth time this year, his mind conjured images of Naru holding a blue-eyed red-haired and black-haired children. The image disappeared in his mind, reminding him that this could be their life but only if he could forgive himself for the actions that he caused to Naru.

It was a miracle that Naru agreed to date him but Sasuke knew better than to question it.

"Y'know people will talk about the fact that we came back with a kid," Sasuke said, staring deeply into Naru's eyes. "They will talk about him, about us and what we have been doing for the past five years. Do you think you can handle it?"

"I don't care about what they say about us," Naru answered firmly, smiling at him. "I don't care about what they say because I made my choice. If they don't like the fact that I'm dating ya then screw them because I know you better than they do. You might have made some stupid mistakes but so does everyone and I ain't letting some old farts or some civilians make decisions on who I'm dating. You're my partner and we've been together for four years now. Us having a three year old kid won't seem crazy...y'know we do everything backwards."

"The boy can pass off as my kid because of the hair colour but the green eyes? No one in our family had green eyes."

"Didn't Sakura-chan say something that mutation could cause an eye-colour to change?" Naru asked, gazing wide-eyed at him. "I don't care what people say because as long as I've him and you with me then everything will be fine. If they ask who his father is then I'm telling them that he's yours."

The fire in her eyes told Sasuke that no matter what he said to her that Naru wouldn't give up on the boy. If he even tried to point out how hard it would be for them to raise the boy because of their jobs then Naru would try to find some way to prove him wrong. How was she going to accomplish her dream of becoming Hokage with a kid? He quirked his lips.

This was Naru he was talking about and while Naru may act like an idiot, the girl was cunning when she wanted to be. It wouldn't surprise him if she did find a way to climb to the top while dealing with a kid.

"You sure you want to tell everyone that he's my son?" Sasuke asked her, staring deeply into her eyes. "It's one thing to be in a relationship with me and it's another thing to say that he's my son. People might take him the wrong way because he's my kid."

"Screw them because you're a better men then most," Naru answered, giving him a smile before giving him a quick kiss in the lips. "Besides, who else will I claim to be the father? Everyone knows that I've never looked at any other guy but you so me having a one night stand is impossible. He's going to be our kid, our first child. He's going to be Uzumaki Takao."

"Hn. Uchiha Takao!"

"No."

"If I'm the father then he must have my last name."

"C'mon let me have one kid that have my last name," Naru cried. "Y'know if we did get married, all of our kids will have your name or the very least be called Uchiha-Uzumaki! I want one kid with my last name!"

Sasuke grunted at her words but not before glancing at the sleeping boy. This might be the worse decision they made, this could lead them to so much trouble but Sasuke knew that this little boy would be worth it. He might be the person that could heal Naru's broken heart.

"Fine but I get to pick our next kid name."

"What? No! You'll pick something that will make them sound arrogant! I ain't raising a second Sasuke!"

With those words, Harry Potter no longer existed and would never be declared missing by his relatives. His biological parents would never find out that the son that they left was being trained to be a ninja until the First Year of Hogwarts.

Professor Dumbledore would never learned that Harry Potter left the Dursley's home until a couple of months later.

In the years to come, Uzumaki Takao would be taught to play pranks by his adopted mother, would be trained by his adopted father and various aunts and uncles, who would try to spoil him behind his adopted parents back. He would be forced to learn to adapt by his family and would have a little brother born to him in the coming two years.

But for now, Uzumaki Takao was content in sleeping through his adopted parents' argument over what their last name should be once they were married.

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