Disclaimer: As my name doesn't start with J or end with G I can't be J. K. Rowling. So obviously nothing belongs to me. Pity, really.


Faye child chapter one:

It was late in the afternoon one November day. So far the day had been dreary, cold and gray. Now it seemed a bit better. At least the fog had cleared. Already the light was fading and the street lights had just flickered on one by one.

The windows of the houses on Privet Drive were illuminated.

Inside the inhabitants were preparing to eat dinner or just sitting in the living rooms warm and dry.

The street was silent. The only person to be seen was a child. He sat next to one of the trees in the small park at the crossing of Magnolia Lane and Privet Drive.

Every once in a while he looked up from the leaves he was playing with and sent a look at a house a few meters down the street at number four Privet Drive.

The name of the child was Harry Potter. He lived in Number four Privet Drive. He had been doing his evening chore of tidying up the garden and removing fallen leaves.

When he had finished and tried to go back inside he had realized that somebody had locked the door.

Nobody seemed to hear him knocking and he knew better than to make a scene. His uncle had told him time and time again that good children weren't to be seen or heard.

Of course that rule didn't seem to apply to his cousin Dudley or to any other child.

He knew from previous occasions that his aunt would unlock the door sometime later in the evening, let him in and would lock him in his cupboard till morning.

And even if she didn't there always was the garden shed to sleep in.

Without anything to do he wandered over to the little park.

He huddled deeper into his overlarge jacket. At least it was warm although it was slightly tattered. His bigger cousin had worn it until it ripped while he was playing.

So he got a new one and Harry got the ripped jacket. He sometimes wondered why his aunt and uncle disliked him so much.

Maybe it was because he was an orphan. His aunt enjoyed telling him about his good-for-nothing parents. According to her they had died in a drunken car crash when he had been one year old.

He was the sole survivor with only a strange scar on his forehead to tell about the accident. His only family left was the Dursley family. He often tried to remember his parents or the crash, but he couldn't.

Whenever he tried he saw a flash of green light and heard someone screaming. He had tried to ask his relatives about the memory but the only answer he received was: "Don't ask!" "Don't ask any questions" was a major rule in the Dursley household.

He was so caught up in his thoughts that he didn't notice the stranger approaching the park.

Puck was on his way through the suburb. Titania had once again sent him to look for Lily's child.

Somehow they couldn't find him. And while the Faye had little interest in a human child, even the child of a friend, they didn't like being unable to do something. So he tried to solve the mystery of the lost child.

With distaste he looked at the orderly houses. Here and there he freed the plants from their corsets or rearranged the garden gnomes in rather suggestive ways just to combat the stifling atmosphere.

He laughed lightly as he brought about as much disorder as he could in passing. As he approached the little park he saw the child sitting there fully absorbed in playing with some leaves. He chuckled quietly at the thought of giving the child a good scare and sending him back running to his parents.

Silently he approached the sitting child. As he drew nearer he realized that it was a boy. "Boy", his voice resounded loud in the quiet. The child flinched and whirled around.

Puck saw a small pale face dominated by the large green eyes. Strangely the child seemed to relax slightly once he saw him. "Hello boy, are you playing a game? Can I join you?" Puck gave the boy a large toothy grin.

The boy frowned. "Who are you?" "You can call me Puck, boy. Now tell me can I join you in your game?"

The boy's frown deepened and he backed off a step. "Don't call me boy!" he said defensively. "You can't join me, my aunt told me not to talk to strange people. I'm not talking to you."

Puck laughed at the answer. The child had spirit. "Ah but you are talking to me aren't you? What is your name if it isn't boy?" The boy backed up another step and looked at him warily, poised to run if necessary.

"Why do you want to know? Who are you?" His voice was colored with an emotion close to fear. His green eyes were fixed on Puck. Puck remembered another pair of green eyes fixed on his face and questions similar to these. The child reminded him of his first meeting with Lily.

LILY, it couldn't be could it? Had he really just found the lost child? Suddenly he didn't want to frighten the child anymore.

"Don't be afraid. I won't hurt you. I'm Puck as I already told you. Will you tell me your name boy?" he said in a low voice. "I'm not boy, I'm Harry!" the child all but screamed.

Puck grinned, "Thank you Harry. Come on there's no reason to be afraid. I just want to talk to you. What is your last name?" Harry had taken an involuntarily step forward when he stated his name.

Now he backed up again and answered: "I'm Harry Potter. Why do you want to know?" Potter, Lily's husband was a Potter. This couldn't be a coincidence. "I was a friend of your mother. You know you are very much like her." He told the child. Harry perked up.

"You knew my mother? How did you know her? Can you tell me something about her? Aunt Petunia won't tell me anything about her and Dad. Did you know my Dad?" The questions were tumbling out of his mouth.

Puck smiled at the exited child. "Yes I knew your mother and I will tell you about her. Come on sit with me."

Puck made himself comfortable on one of the roots of the tree and Harry sat down next to him.

"Now Harry what do you want to know about Lily?"

Harry looked thoughtful for a second then he asked in a very small voice: "What did she look like? Do you have any pictures of her?"

Puck was taken aback. "Why do you want to know that? Surely you have seen some pictures at the place you live? By the way where do you live?"

Harry answered: "I live with my aunt and uncle. They don't like Mum and Dad very much. They told me they were useless drunks and died in a car crash. I'm not allowed to ask any questions."

Then he paused for a second and asked: "Puck, what is a drunk?"

At this Puck grew angry. "Lily was not a useless drunk! She was one of the finest humans I've ever met!"

Harry flinched back. "Sorry Harry, I'm not angry at you. I'm angry at your lie telling relatives.

A drunk is not a very nice thing to say about somebody. Well then if your relatives didn't tell you anything about Lily, I will.

Lily was very beautiful. She had long red hair and her eyes were just like yours. I think you got your hair from your Dad.

I saw him once, but I never talked to him."

"I have my mother's eyes?" Harry asked excitedly.

"Yes you do." Puck answered laughing. "Lily once told me about James, your Dad. They met in school. At first Lily couldn't stand him. He and some of his friends were pranksters. Your Dad liked Lily very much and always tried to get her to go on a date with him."

And so Puck told Harry story after story about Lily and what Lily had told him about James.

Two hours later the late afternoon had turned into night. "Harry you better get home now. Won't your aunt miss you?" Puck said.

"No please, don't send me home. Nobody will miss me, I can't get in anyway." Harry had once more surprised Puck.

"What do you mean you can't get in?"

"They've locked me out." Harry answered.

Puck looked at Harry for a minute. "Well how about this: I'll help you in now and tomorrow you come back to this park. Just call for me and I will come to you and tell you more."

"Really? You will be there?" Harry still seemed a bit wary.

"I promise! Now let's get you home."

Harry showed Puck number 4 Privet Drive.

They both went to the back door. Puck touched it and a wide eyed Harry watched as the door just opened. "Go on, I'll bring you to your room and make sure nobody sees you."

Puck grinned at Harry's astonishment.

They entered and silently crept towards the stairs.

In the living room the TV was running. Harry turned towards his cupboard and opened the door.

Puck frowned. "This can't be your room Harry!" "This is my room. Look!"

There was an old paper with the words "Harry's room" written on it just inside the cupboard.

"All right. I will see you tomorrow. Sleep tight!" Puck said goodbye and vanished down the corridor.

Harry lied down and dreamed of his parents. He could almost see them his father tall with glasses and messy black hair, his mother with beautiful red hair and green eyes.

With a smile he slept.

Puck crept out of the house and at almost a run went to find Titania.

He approached her and bowed. "My fair queen, I come with good news! I finally solved the mystery of the lost child. I found Lily's son!"

Titania looked at him and smiled. "Really? You found Lily's son? How is the child?"

Puck sighed, "I don't think he's alright at all. He lives with his aunt and uncle."

He scowled, "they told him that Lily was a useless drunk. The boy has never even seen a picture of his parents.

He barely knew her name.

And he sleeps in a cupboard, a little room under the stairs where the mortals normally keep brooms and cleaning supplies.

They locked him out tonight and the nights already get cold."

Titania looked aghast. "They mistreat a child? How can they!"

She looked at Puck for a while. "You will go back to the child. I will come with you and have a look at this child. Then we can see what we will do. Another matter do you know why we haven't found him earlier? How exactly did you find him?"

"I was walking through the streets looking and trying to sense him when I practically stumbled over him. I still can only sense him because I've spoken to him. Somebody or something is hiding the boy."

Titania thought for a while. "Lily was a witch. As far as I know she died in some kind of conflict. Remember that old codger Dumblesomething tried to find me to forge an alliance. He wanted to help me against Maeve. Stupid mortal!"

They both laughed at the stupidity of mortals as a whole and the old man in particular.

"Yes maybe he had something to do with the boy's disappearance." Puck answered. "I will look into it when I go and see the child."


This is my first story, so please tell me what you think.