Cynthia, had a good life. After Grima's defeat she traveled the world as a hero for hire, becoming rich and luckily beautiful. She was walking along the countryside, carrying her sack filled with items. She sighed softly. While she was very well off, she was...well...lonely. Oftentimes she found herself wishing she could have stayed with her mother and father...But alas, if she had there was a chance it may have caused a time paradox.

As she walked she heard a loud screaming. It sounded like an enraged man and a child. Monsters? Steeling herself she dashed over the ridge, eager to see what her spear would defeat next.

Meanwhile...

Vernon Dursley was BEYOND furious. Why couldn't the freak ever just take his beatings without activating that damn...FREAKISHNESS?! Fuming and red in the face, he punted the freak into a nearby tree.

"WHERE DID YOU TAKE US FREAK?!" Harry had no strength to respond, collapsing pathetically to the dirt, bruised, bloodied and battered, whimpering softly.

"U-Uncle Vernon I didn't-"

*Crack*

Harry let out a scream as his arm snapped. He clutched and writhed, rapidly growing tired.

"WHAT DID I SAY ABOUT-"

Vernon was cut off by a harsh pain in his back. He howled in pain as he felt his back begin to bleed. He had been slashed by something, leaving a sizable gash in his flabby back. Wordlessly, he turned to see who had done such a thing.

He saw a red faced Woman with a long pointy spear and an angry expression.

"What the hell... do you think... you're DOING TO THAT CHILD?!"

VernVernon yelled out in agony. "STOP THAT!" He demanded. "I AM NOT IN THE WRONG HERE, I TELL YOU!"on tried to reply but the spear in his back twisted, impaling him more.

"Lies you bastard!" she screamed as she took the spear out and stabbed him again. She ripped her spear out with a sickening squelching sound and kicked Vernon in the leg. "Now get outta here before I stab your throat!" Vernon, whimpering like a fool, hobbled away, trying to escape. Meanwhile Cynthia turned her attention to the boy.

"Are you alright?" Harry immediately staggered to his feet so he could try to escape...only for his legs to give out beneath him, sending him sprawling facefirst into the dirt. A sickening crack and a cry of pain made it quite clear that he had broken his nose when he fell. Cynthia gasped. "Aww... baby..." Cynthis went in close and picked him up, cradling him while examining him

"A-are you gonna hurt me?"

Cynthia shook her head. "No way, no how!" She exclaimed, smiling brightly. "You already look beat up enough as it is! And even if you didn't...I can't hurt a little cutie like you! Never!" Harry was unconvinced and tried to shy away from the spear covered in blood. Cynthia blushed.

"Sorry little baby, I guess the spear is a little intimidating." she put it down and suddenly gushed.

"YOURE SO CUTE!"

Harry flinched at the sheer volume of her delighted reaction, and the way she was tightly holding him wasn't really helping matters. "I CAN'T STAND IT! YOU'RE THE CUTEST, SWEETEST LITTLE BABY I'VE EVER SEEN IN MY LIFE, AND I JUST WANNA HUG AND CUDDLE YOU FOREVER AND EVER!" Harry bit his lip and started to cry. Cynthia immediately stopped and rubbed his cheek.

"Sorry if I scared you little baby..."

Harry was surprised she was apologizing to him. It was his fault right? Harry suddenly had a flare of pain in his leg and he cried out. Cynthia flinched as she looked down at the way his leg was bent and twisted. "Oooooh, where's a healer when you need one?" She moaned, placing the side of Harry's head against her chest.

Harry winced before taking in a small gasp. He heard a small thumping noise, hypnotically sapping his consciousness. He leaned in closer and passed out, leaving Cynthia to gush.

"SOOOO ADORABLEEEEEE! I'm going to keep you and put you into the cutest clothes and-" and while she ranted, she took him to the nearest town.

By the time they reached the town, Harry's eyes slowly fluttered open. He looked up at the woman holding him, and was disappointed when he couldn't hear the sound in her chest anymore.

He looked up at her with wide innocent eyes. "Um... Miss...?" Cynthia blinked in surprise and looked down.

"Yay! You're up! You'll be okay."

"Um...C-Can I ask...what that sound was?" Cynthia tilted her head.

"Huh? Sound?"

"Yeah...It...It was right here..." Harry placed his hand on her chest. "It was...th-thumping..." Cynthia giggled softly.

"Oooooh, you mean my heart?" She asked.

"Oh...Is that it? Um...Can...Can I listen some more...?"

Cynthia giggled. "Of course you can baby!" she held him close again as she looked for the town healer.

Harry sighed, enjoying the noise. The townsfolk all wondering why the famed hero was cuddling a little kid.

"It sounds... nice." he whispered. Cynthia was so utterly overwhelmed by his sheer cuteness that she was actually beginning to tear up. His cuteness was critical... But Cynthia frowned at his injured face and body. He really needed that healer soon. She already felt attached to him for some reason... Cynthia held him closer and kissed his head. She had always liked kids.

Harry smiled softly at the feeling of her lips touching the top of his head, and nestled into her arms closer. The pretty lady was so warm and comfy, and her tummy made such a pretty sound... Within moments, Harry had fallen asleep in the arms of the pretty lady. Cynthia felt like she could die of cuteness. Cynthia finally found the place where the Healer hung out but it had been replaced by a shop called Anna's...

Her eyes widened, and she scowled. "Aw, come ON, Anna!" She exclaimed. "Where'd the healer go?! I need my cutie healed right now!"

Anna stepped out and grinned. "I'm sorry, you must be thinking of my cousins."

Cynthia sighed. "Do you have any potions?"

Anna smirked. "That depends. Do you have one hundred dollars?" Cynthia scowled.

"I dunno! Do YOU have enough to pay for your hospital bill?!"

Anna sighed. "Fine! I'll cut you a twenty percent discount. I'll go get'em." she disappeared into the back of the shop.

Cynthia grinned. "Hear that cutie? You'll feel better soon." Harry cooed softly in his sleep and wrapped his arms around her, smiling softly in content. Cynthia could've died right there. She dropped to the floor and started to cuddle the little boy, making cooing noise and nuzzling him.

"Got the potions!" Anna called as she reappeared. Cynthia didn't even look up as she snatched the potion out of the redhead's hand and tipped the bottle into Harry's mouth, gently pouring the liquid down the little boy's throat.

"Thank you Anna." she said, slapping the cash into her palm before leaving. Cynthia grinned as the shop disappeared. No more Anna for now. Carrying the rapidly healing child she found her way to an Inn where she checked in and went to her room, setting the child on the bed. She got down on her knees and rested her elbows on the bed, placing her chin atop her hands and gazing at the tiny boy's sweet smiling face as he slept contently, now injury-free.

She did this for thirty minutes before her stomach growled.

"Ugh i'm starved. Geez this little guy's ribs look like they could spring out any second! Better get some food in him."

Cynthia left for the cafeteria, grabbing some steak and bread before returning to the room. She was surprised to see the little boy, now whimpering and breathing hard on the bed. She tossed her meal over her shoulder, somehow causing it to land perfectly on a nearby table, then dashed to the child's side to awaken him from the nightmare he was clearly having. "Little guy.. come on wake up buddy!" she called out, her voice shooting the boy out of his unconscious state and making him look around the room before setting his sights on the only friendly face he'd ever seen. He leapt into her arms and found her heartbeat, the hypnotic effect taking place again. He relaxed and went limp.

"Shh... it's alright..." Cynthia whispered. Harry whimpered and sniffled softly, allowing the soothing heartbeat to comfort him. Cynthia tightened her hold on him, sat on a chair and placed him in her lap, rocking the chair back and forth gently as she stroked his head. "It's okay, honey." She cooed.

"Now are you feeling better?" she asked gently. Smiling when the little one sniffed and nodded. "Then can you tell me your name?"

The boy looked down and said, "Freak..."

Cynthia frowned and made eye contact. "Your real name."

Harry looked into her eyes, and saw the sincere desire to help in them. "H-H-Harry...P-Potter..." He choked out.

Cynthia grinned. "Well Harry, how'd you like to stay with me from now on?" she asked kindly.

Harry, feeling like he could trust her, nodded after thinking about it, causing Cynthia to squeeze him in a hug. "Well then it's settled! My name's Cynthia, and from now on, I'll be your new mom!" Harry gasped and looked at her with adoration.

"M-my mommy?" he asked, making sure he heard her. Cynthia grinned and kissed his head.

"Indeed little Harry!"

Harry was stunned. "But...But y-you just met me...You...You already wanna be my mommy...?" Cynthia leaned down to eye level.

"I think you're cute and I don't want you going back to that fat man. Ok?"

Harry looked into her eyes and teared up, sniffling softly. "Mommy..." He sobbed, reaching up for her to pick him up. Cynthia got the message and lifted him up and gently held him against her chest, rubbing his back. Harry began to sob into her, letting out all his baggage.

"There you go... let it out... mama's here..." When she said those words, she felt an intense warmth welling up inside of her like a balloon. It just felt so right, holding him like this and referring to herself as his mama...Cynthia hadn't felt this good since Grima's defeat! And with that she held him as close as possible and stayed like that for quite a while. Everything would become calm eventually...

After thirty minutes, Harry finally calmed down. He had placed his head near his new favourite source of comfort...Cynthia's heartbeat.

"Now Harry, mommy's," Cynthia started, the word being foreign on her tongue, "going to get some food in your tummy okay?"

Harry looked towards the rapidly cooling plates. "Am... Am I allowed to eat all that?"

Cynthia giggled, "Why wouldn't you be?"

"B-because freaks c-can't eat that much..." he told her sincerely.

Cynthia sighed and shook her head. "Oh my gosh, we have so much work to do..." She mumbled. "C'mon, let's get you fed. You must be starving!" Harry was confused. She was feeding him anyway? Harry let himself be carried over to the table where Cynthia impaled a piece of steak and held it up to his mouth.

"Open up hun!" Cynthia told him, slipping it into his mouth. Harry's eyes widened as he chewed. It was good!

"Do I get to eat all of it mommy?" he asked

Cynthia grinned, "Course you do baby!" she said, shoveling more food into his mouth. He let out a hum of content. He was finally warm and fed... Cynthia rubbed his back. "You sleepy again sweetheart?"

Harry hazily nodded and Cynthia lifted him up and tucked him in. She giggled. "You've been sleeping a lot today." She commented. Harry nodded.

"Uncle Vernon wouldn't let me sleep for more than four hours...He wanted the chores done at all times..."

Cynthia's mouth dropped open. "T-that was... your uncle?"

Harry shakingly nodded, tearing up again. Cynthia swooped in and hugged him tightly. "Shh..." She climbed under the covers with him. "Don't worry baby. Momma won't let that bad man hurt you ever again." She whispered softly into his tiny ear.

"P-promise?" he said quietly.

Cynthia nodded, pulling him into her chest, letting him listen. Harry began to quietly sob again. He was free! Cynthia deflated hearing the little boy crying again, but she knew well enough to understand it was wholly necesarry. Cynthia was also surprised to find his skinny arms wrapped around her neck weakly.

"Thank you... thank you so much..."

Cynthia, grinning, kissed his nose. "You're welcome baby... Now go to sleep...You've had a super big day, and you need to take a nap."

Harry clutched at her with his still pudgy baby-like fingers. "Yes mommy..." he whispered, falling asleep in her arms. Cynthia decided she could turn in too and also fell asleep. She smiled as she held him close.

Harry smiled softly, listening to the hypnotic noise of Cynthia's heart, as he fell into the most peaceful sleep of his life.