Title: Freckles
Summary: Set when Harry has grown up. He adopts a kid who is important to the wizarding world. I can't really go into it with out giving away the whole plot.
Disclaimer: In no way shape or form do I own any of the Harry Potter characters.
Author's notes:
This is my first fan fic so any constructive comments would be very much appreciated.
1. Picture Perfect
A boy sat in the cold damp corner of his bed room. He had curly red hair and freckles that covered his face. His appearance had earned him his nick name, 'Freckles'. He had been called that ever since he was a baby. The attendants had used to the name to distinguish him from the other babies in the orphanage. Perhaps it was that unusual appearance that had kept families from adopting him all his life.
Simon knew he wouldn't be adopted now; if people hadn't wanted him when he was a cute little baby they wouldn't want him now that he was almost twelve. Maybe he had a little bit of hope that made him go downstairs to get his picture taken with the other children. Maybe it was something else, he didn't know.
The next morning the picture was in the newspaper. It was with an article on the 25th anniversary of the orphanage. It had all the children's names and they had gotten interviews with some of the really cute ones. Unfortunately that made all the children in the orphanage sound as if they were five. He was easily distinguishable from the other kids, a pale, red headed kid among all the brown haired ones.
The children crowded around the top of the staircase, watching the odd stranger. He was quite peculiar looking; he wore a long black cloak that extended to the floor. His dark brown hair stuck up at odd angles and he kept trying, unsuccessfully, to flatten it against his forehead. He was listening to the receptionist at the front desk with a rather frustrated look on his face.
"I'm sorry Mr. Potter, but your place of residence does not exist, you have no job, no phone number, nothing," Said the extremely flustered receptionist "I'm going to have to turn down you application to adopt."
"I need to have custody of this child, he is very imp..."
"None sense," She interrupted "Come back when you can provide a suitable home for a child"
Mr. Potter left quickly, his eyes angry under his round, black framed glasses. He mumbled what sounded like nonsense to himself. The children watched him leave curiously. Who was this man? Who was the child he wanted so badly to adopt? He looked familiar, but Simon couldn't figure out why.
A few more days passed and the children were all asleep. Suddenly something banged against the window and Simon jolted awake.
"Tonks!" Someone whispered urgently.
Simon looked around. None of the other children stirred. He walked over to the window and nearly fell over with surprise. A woman with bright green hair was at his window sitting on a flying broomstick. Behind her was the stranger he had seen before also sitting on a broom, his black cloak billowing in the wind.
"Wotcher! Oh blimey, we've woken you up. Well no matter, on then," Said the strange woman, indicating her broom.
"I...I don't think I will thanks" Simon stammered
"Well of course you will, we'd 'ave adopted you if they hadn't thought Harry was some sort of mad homeless nutter" explained the woman
Simon hesitated. After all, he thought, he didn't know anything about these people and mad didn't seem to be so far from the truth. Still, anywhere would be better than this place and they had said they wanted to adopt him.
"Come on, we don't have all day you know!" The woman whispered impatiently.
Simon gabbed what little clothes he had and climbed out the window. It was cold outside and the ledge was slippery. He climbed awkwardly onto the back of her broom.
"Hold on there Simon," She warned.
Simon clung to the woman's cloak as they sped off. It didn't occur to him until later that she had never asked him his name.