The Nine Mothers of Harry Potter

By: Blur the Hedgehog

Disclaimer: Blur the Hedgehog does not own Harry Potter nor Team Fortress 2. They are the property of their respective owners and subsidiaries. Thank you.

Chapter One: The French Angel and German Nurse.

While not the most scenic place in the world the box canyon the red team's base was located in felt safe. If not for the occasional in person visits from the director's assistant, the residents of Fort Screw Over would have thought they were abandoned. The original name of the abandoned mining complex had long been forgotten. The deepest cavern had been turned into a command station where they kept their intelligence and were briefed about missions. There was also a couple of smaller caves that were converted into a shooting range and explosive testing chamber. Outside were the living quarters, mess hall, clinic and workshops as well as a high water tower. The old mine was far enough off the beaten path that civilians did not know about it.

"Zis patrol certainly ees a disappointment." A feminine French voice growled. She was wearing a red business suit that had a skirt that stopped just above her knees. Her top was open just enough to show off her double D cup breasts. She also wore black high heels and white stockings and red sunglasses. All in all she wouldn't look too out of place as the head of a major firm. "I took zis patrol get rid of my boredom and yet, surprise, eet ees still zere." She then looked at her wrist watch and saw that she had been at the job for a few minutes. "Some zing better 'appen in zee next five minutes or I am going back inside." It was at that moment that a loud explosion of green light and sound caught her attention. "Now zat ees more like eet." She purred as she made her way to the source. When she got to where the phenomenon happened she saw a most curious sight.

(Moments before)

A small child lay on a near rotten mat in the cupboard under the stairs that had been forcibly made his room. He stayed in a cookie cutter house owned by his uncle on privet drive. He had messy black hair and wore clothes three times his size. He was currently crying his green eyes out. His uncle had a very bad day at work and blamed it on his freakishness. He had been beaten for the better part of an hour. 'Why can't I be loved?' the child asked himself. 'Why can't I have a mommy?' he was then shaken from his thoughts as he heard heavy footsteps stomping above him. 'I don't want to hurt any more. I don't want to be here.' He clenched his eyes tight and begged, 'Mommy please save me.' The boy started to glow in a bright green light. With a loud bang, over half of the cupboard he was in vanished taking the child, the mattress and the walrus man with it.

"You little freak!" the walrus man shouted as he grabbed the boy by the throat and held a broken piece of the staircase in his other hand. This was the scene that the spy had walked upon. Before her was the remains of a cupboard and the ugliest man she had ever seen. He was currently choking the life out of, in her expert opinion, the cutest little boy in the world. "I'll kill you for sure this time, freak!" the man bellowed as he raised a nail filled board. Spy quickly drew her ivory handled forty four magnum revolver and shot the crude weapon out of the walrus's hand.

"I suggest you put ze boy down and walk away." She snarled at the man while keeping him in her gun sights. She then noticed his grip tightening on the boy's neck and his stance told her he was going to run with the boy. Deciding to give him a sterner warning she shot him in the left calve and shattered his tibia. "Are you done being stupid?" she asked as the man collapsed to the ground holding his leg. "Take ze 'int and drag yourself out of 'ere."

"Damn French tart." The walrus growled just before a bullet buried itself in his brain through his right eye.

"Zat was no way to speak to a lady." Spy stated as she holstered her gun. A whimper caught her attention and she turned her gaze to the noise. The boy's gaze shifted between her and the corpse next to her. A nearly foreign sense of guilt flickered in her chest. She cautiously walked up to the boy and knelt down next to him. "I am so very sorry you 'ad to see such an ugly zing, little one."

'She just killed uncle Vernon.' Harry thought in terror and relief as the pretty lady in red knelt down next to him. Why was she being so nice now? Her voice was soothing as she spoke calmly to him. She then reached out to him and he thought she was going to hurt him next. So it came as a complete surprise when she started to gently rub his back.

"Does zat feel better little one?" spy asked as Harry looked up at her. He nodded and started to get closer to her. Spy sometimes felt that her training was as much a curse as it was a blessing. Her attention to detail made it possible to disguise herself nearly flawlessly. It also allowed her to see what she was sure was just the tip of the iceberg of abuse the boy had suffered. "Ze walrus man treated you so 'orribly did 'e not?"

"Y-yes he did." Harry stated, "But I deserved it."

"I would be correct to assume zat ze walrus man told you zat, no?" spy asked as she scooped Harry up into her arms. He started to cry as he nodded. "Zen what 'e said was a lie." Before Harry could protest she place a finger on his lips and said, "No matter what ze walrus man told you, you do not deserve to be treated zat way." Harry cried harder and snuggled closer to her chest. "Now tell me, my sweet little angel, what ees your name?"

"Freak." Harry whimpered.

"No," spy said making harry look into her eyes, "I do not want to 'ear ze lies zat ze walrus man told you." Her words made harry feel good inside. "Now, what ees your name?"

"Harry." He said with a small shy smile.

"Zat ees a wonderful name 'arry." Spy cooed as she stood and started to make her way back to the base. "I am known as spy. Zat ees my name and my job."

"Miss Spy," Harry asked after a few minutes of being carried, "Where are we going?"

"To see a friend of mine." Spy said with a reassuring tone. "She ees going to tend to your injuries and make you all better." She silenced him with a finger again and asked, "What did I say ze walrus man's words were?"

"Lies." Harry said feeling more confident. "Uncle Vernon told me nothing but lies."

"Zat ees correct my little angel," spy stated hugging Harry closer. "Now let's go see my friend ze medic." As she made her way to the clinic, spy was more than expecting to run into the soldier and her loud rant about the regulations or run into the pyro and her overly enthusiastic personality. She bit back a groan knowing that both would likely traumatize young Harry. She then walked up to a building that had a large heart on it. "Medic," she called out to the sterile white room. The room had eight hospital beds with privacy curtains. "Are you in 'ere?"

"Ja mien comrade." A young feminine voice said. From the surgery room came a petite young woman wearing a nurse's uniform. On her back was a red heart shaped backpack with a small pistol shaped device attached to it. "Vat is your ailment?" she asked looking up from her clip board. The moment her eyes saw the battered form of Harry, her inventory check list was abandoned. "Mien got! Spy vere did you find this child?"

"As difficult as this may seem I found him during my patrol." Spy stated as she walked over to a bed. "'e appeared een a flash of green light wiz ze remains of a stair case and a walrus man." The mention of the beast made her blood boil. "Ze walrus man was about to beat zis sweet little one but I interfered." She laid Harry down on the bed only for him to latch onto her arm.

"He seems to be qvite attached to you, mien friend." Medic stated with a small chuckle. "You have nothing to vorry about, child. You are safe here." She then ran her gloved fingers through Harry's hair. Even though he had flinched at first, he soon relaxed his grip on spy and laid down on his back. "Now let us see just vat sort of damage has been done to you."

(Two hours later)

Harry was now sleeping peacefully on the bed and was covered in bandages. During the examination both spy and medic had been brought to tears. Spy was angry with herself for not mutilating the walrus while she had the chance. Medic was both horrified and awe struck that Harry had so many life threatening wounds and had not died. His bones had been broken several times and improperly reset. Many of his vital organs showed signs of near complete failure. In the few short years since she had graduated medical school she thought she had seen the last of the text book horrors. She was currently placing her nearly decimated stress ball to the back of her mini fridge.

"I beg you oh merciful one," the head in the rubber mask whined, "Just kill me already."

"Death is too good for schvinehunt's like you." Medic growled as she slammed the door shut causing a vomit sample to fall on his head. She took a few calming breaths before making her way to Harry's bed. Spy sat next to him gently stroking his cheek. Medic took out her medic gun and turned it on to its lowest setting before firing it at Harry. The bandages he wore were treated with a special ointment that allowed those without the special heart monitor to be heal by the medic gun. "Vat should ve do vith him now?" she asked as he gun helped Harry heal quicker.

"'e will have to meet ze ozers." Spy said quietly as to try and avoid waking Harry. "We can't 'ide 'im from zem nor can we 'ide 'im from ze administrator." She smiled at his cute snores. "Ze only zing I can zink of doing wiz 'im ees to raise ze child."

"Could ve raise him?" medic asked nervously. "You, the engineer and myself vould be considered the most mentally stable, but vat of the others?"

"We will cross zat bridge when we get to it, no?" Spy chuckled, "I personally feel like my 'eart ees being crushed by ze 'eavy when I zink of turning 'im away now." She looked up at the medic, "What of you my friend? 'ow are you feelings toward your little patient?"

"The thought of raising the child is both exciting and terrifying." Medic stated happily as she shut down her medic gun. "Mien mother said that she felt the same vay ven she vas pregnant vith me." She then checked the read out for Harry's condition. "His physical damage vill be easy to correct. However his emotional damage vill need more then you and I can give him on our own."

"Zen eet would seem we are een agreement." Spy said before she kissed Harry on the forehead. In that moment, things in Fort Screw Over started to change for the better.