Be my mummy.
Molly had run In to a five year old little boy in the middle of London. So why is she crying?
Molly had just gone to the store to get some groceries when she saw this woman trying to calm down her crying son.
"Duddy please stop crying for mummy." The woman begged. Her husband wasn't helping her but bribing him.
"I will get you some new toys if you stop crying." He tells him. Molly thought that they where being to nice to the boy. If it had been one of her sons they would be getting scolded not being told they would get a brand new toy. Once the boy had settled down they left the store. Not even a few minutes latter did someone bump into her.
"I'm sorry please don't tell my uncle." The boy cried out when she looked at him.
"Why would I tell your uncle? It was an accident." Molly asked sweetly. He looked at her as if she was joking.
"Every one does. If I do anything bad they tell my uncle so I can be punished." He answered. Molly didn't like this answer. She looked at the boy and saw that his clothes where way to big, he was underweight, and he was dirty.
"How old are you?" She asked him.
"I'm 5 and a half." He answered her. Though the boy looks liKe he is three because of how small he is.
"What's your name?" She asked him.
"My name is Harry Potter." He tells her. She gasps and realization hit her. He was sent to his aunts house. They were suppose to take care of him. It was obvious that they weren't.
"Harry I need to ask you a few more questions then you can ask me anything you want ok. I knew your parents and I was good friends with your father." Molly tells him knowing that her knowing his parents was going to get his attention.
"You really new them?" He asks her. Molly nods and he smiles at her.
"Harry does your aunt and uncle hurt you?" She asks him.
"Yes... But I deserve it. I am a freak and freaks deserve to be hurt." Harry answers. Molly looks at him sadly before continuing.
"Do they feed you?" She asked. He looks down before shaking his head 'no' that made Molly a little angry.
"What do they do to you?" She finally asked.
"My uncle Vernon hits me, pushes me down the stairs, shoved me in my cupboard, makes me clean the whole house, cook for them, and calls me names." Harry said. Molly looked at him and saw his pants slowly fall off of his small hips. Tears were forming in his eyes and Molly pulled him into a hug.
"Harry if there is anything I can do for you please ask me now." Molly says quietly and Harry looked up at her.
"Please take me away. Please be my mummy." He says.
I know this sucks but I want to at least write one harry potter fanfic. So I did. I was planning on doing a 'read the book' but I need to get inspiration so after reading a few fanfics I ended up creating this. Anyways review or something. Please.