((I have moved this story from my old account CrypticWrittenWords to here, because I was having issues with the account and my old e-mail. So sorry for this))

a/n: Hi, I haven't wrote a story in ages so please forgive any major misspelling or grammar mistakes.

I don't own Harry Potter nor do I own the Beka Cooper series, I'm just using their characters.

Going to try to make sure this story follows somewhat close to Beka's there will be some changes here and there but I can't promise that it will follow the exact story line. If I have messed anything up please let me know.

~Tee

A little boy no older than eight could be seen walking around the library his hair was a wild inky miss that gently curled over his ears and at the nap of his neck. Thick oval glasses sat on a rounded nose, the bridge of the glasses were taped up multiple times but they still worked, though they blocked his bright beryl eyes. His aunt decided it was best to dress him in something a little better to wear before heading out. So he was only wearing two sizes too big clothing rather than his usual three or four and his sneakers weren't taped together which was a plus. Aunt Petunia didn't want to bring him and his cousin Dudley had thrown a large tantrum because of it, but she thought it wasn't like the 'boy' could do anything wrong in a library, and she didn't trust him home alone. And they'd only need to stay there one to two hour tops. It was for 'Dudders' school project. So she sent the boy away, and went to help her son find books on the first British Colonies in America.

This left Harry to wander as he pleased, it was most likely the first time he ever had so much freedom. It left him feeling giddy. There were so many books to choose from, so many different stories he could read. The library was split in two levels or that is what it seemed. The top held more of the recent event, classical, historical non-fiction and the lower was filled with fictional books. There were books on monsters and books on flying pirates ships and so much more. This is where he went, the entrance to the stairway down was behind an old wooden door at the farthest corner of the library. Downstairs Library read the sign that was posted on it, he pushed the doors open and it gave with a soft pop. He walked through not noticing the tender touch of warm magic that washed over the young wizard. The stairs creaked and groaned and it seemed to go on forever but once he landed on the bottom level of the library little Harry was soon overwhelmed, he walked along the aisles in between towering bookshelves eyes darting left and right a smile was stretching across his face. Dust had covered many of the selves in a thick blanket. It was strange, he thought to himself, it was almost like no one had been down here in awhile. There was no one at the desk when he descended the stairs, just an old boxy computer that had seen better days. Harry shuffled his feet across the dingy carpeted floors to a secluded corner on the bottom level. Here was a small table with two chairs, he gently wiped down the surfaces of both table and chair before sitting.

His sneaker hit something soft under the table as he sat, bending under the table he saw a strange lone book. He picked it up, it was clean in the sense that it wasn't covered in dust like every surface down there but he could tell that it was once a beloved book. The cover was worn and spine was cracked, yellowed pages held a faint musty smell that came with all old books. Many pages were still dog-earred as though someone sat it down to finish and never came back. Harry turned the book over to the cover it had a girl in black surrounded with flying birds and at her feet a black cat with strange glowing eyes. The title was almost worn away but he could make out the words 'Terrier' on the bottom. With time to kill Harry decided that this was the book he would read while waiting for his aunt and cousin. He opened the book up and began to read.

He didn't get far, just past what seemed a journal entry from a young man about a girl with ghost eyes, when he began to feel tired. It wasn't something strange to him, over the past few nights he hadn't got the best sleep inside his little cupboard under the stairs. Strange dreams pledged him in the darkest of hours, leaving him feeling weak and tired by the time he was meant to start breakfast for his family. Maybe a nap wouldn't hurt ,he thought, it was nice and cozy down here and Aunt Petunia wouldn't mind if he took a quick nap. He doubted she would even know. With a yawn he took off his glasses and laid those beside him, he closed the book and used that as his pillow. He wrapped his arms around the book and laid his head down. He was a sleep soon after, gentle breathing was the only sounds in that little under level of the library.

The book Harry decided to use as his pillow began to generate a strange light, it spilled from the yellowed pages and curved around the young boy. Its gentle embrace was warm, little wisps of the strange light dance over him, down his back and around his feet. It curled around him almost like golden mist. Seconds ticked by and little boy began to fade away, the light seemed to mimic his breathing as it curled in and out. It only took a minute for the odd light to fade away back into the book along with little Harry. All that was left of the child was his pair of sneakers and his broken oval glasses neatly folded and placed next to the book.

Harry James Potter disappeared from the wizardry registration list that day, no one was able to understand where this little boy-who-lived went and who took him. His aunt and cousin would tell thousands times over they knew not where Harry went. There was no other place besides the first level of the library for the boy to wander around. By the time wizards and witches arrived to look for their savior the second level of the library seemed to have disappeared as though it never existed.

Rebekah Cooper lives on Nipcopper Close, though most common folk know her as Beka. Her little apartment is just perfect for herself and her cat, Pounce. Though as she stands in front of her wardrobe she wonders if she could invest in some storage soon, she'll have to save up some money for that. She turns to glance in the mirror that sits nicely behind the wash pan. Her hair was up in a simple braided bun, and her face looked clean enough. She grabbed her bag of coins tied it to her belt before leaving the room along with her basket. Pounce her black cat was laying on the ground basking in the soft morning sun. "I'll be back soon," Beka told Pounce, who just yawned.

It was just about ten when Beka arrived at the day market, she had in mind what she wanted so she didn't just wander about and spend coppers where she couldn't afford it. It was the day before she was assigned her partners and she wanted to at least wanted to look somewhat presentable. A small booth that normally would sell simple wax perfumes and oils was not as busy this morning, so Beka walked over and bought a simple lavender and rose oil bottle. She then went to buy some necessities such as soaps, quills and ink. She might have splurged a little one a nice leather bound journal, Ahuda did mention it would be good for her to keep up on her writings as it will make it easier in the future to write her reports.

She leaves the day market basket filled with needed items and heads off to Charry Orchard in the Lower city, here she finds Hasfush. The dust spinner is calm today as he spun just barely three feet high. She stepped into him, but first opened a small bag of dirt she collected earlier that week. The sounds of the street and of people talking meet her ears in gentle whispers, the wind ran its invisible fingers through her hair and clothes taking enjoyment in greeting her once more. With a thank you Beka leaves Hasfush, who hugs the ground at two feet of swirling swirling wind, leaves, and dirt. Beka begins her walk home, along the way Pounce meets up with her, his tail twitching ever so slightly. "You have a small shadow following you," he tells her as they walk. "I know," She says, she keeps her eyes trained ahead because if she would to look back her little shadow might just disappear.

She knew of his presence once she left Hasfush, all she caught was a dirty face with green eyes before she began her travel back home. Though to know that this child has followed her this far is disconcerting, maybe she should just turn around and tell the boy she had no coin for him. When her apartment building was in sight the boy just disappeared. From one street to the other the feeling of being followed just vanished. Beka turned around, the boy who had followed her so far was gone. "Where did he go?" She asked her cat, as she glanced around. "He went down one of the alleys, maybe he realized stalking you was odd," Pounce told her from his spot on her shoulder. "Don't be mean Pounce,"

Beka went to bed that night with a mind of thoughts. Most were on tomorrow, she feared she would be given partners that were lazy for she loathed a laziness. Some of her thinking though was on the young boy from before, she fell asleep with a mind filled with Dogs and Puppies and jade eyes surrounded by a moving night sky.

When morning broke Beka was already up, having woken early with a knotted stomach. She splashed her face with clean water and got ready for the day. She was meant to be at the kennels by five, so to make the time move a little faster she grabbed his journal and began to write. When the time came for her to leave she did. Rounding the corner to Jane street Kennel a small figure in an alleyway catches her eye, she turns her head slowly so not to scare the boy. For the first time she see's the child completely, a young boy no older six or eight he is too thin for her to really guess. He has wild dark hair and a dirt smudged face, his bright eyes are what holds her attention. It's almost like staring into raw emerald. She looks away and hurries off to the kennel. What a strange boy, Beka thinks to herself.

Night falls when Beka returns to her street, she is dead tired. Though it was goodnight for her first Night shift, she was blessed by the Goddess because her partners are Clara Goodwin and Matthias Tunstall two of the best Dogs in the lower city. And to add to the kick they never had a Puppy, she hopes that this doesn't come back to bite her in the end. She stifles a yawn as she nears her apartment. In her left hand she holds the uncut stone that Tansy let her take, she wonders if the stone has to do with anything about Roland the poor lad. She'll need to buy incense for her mother and Roland tomorrow. Something makes her pause in her thoughts, there a sound. She looks around her but the street is clear besides some Dogs doing patrol, but she was sure she hear something. Beka continues her walk but freezes just steps from the stairs that lead to her place. With a quick jerk, Beka spins around on the hill of her boo,t her hand grabbing a thin wrist. "Oh" It was the boy from before. The first thing she realizes is how tiny he is, most likely no taller than 3'10'' and that he is freezing to the touch. "Methros!" Beka swears, the boy whose wrist she is hold flinches and gently tries to tug his wrist free.

She kneels down on the cobblestone street and slowly lays a hand on top of his head. "Lad, what are you doing out in the middle of the night? Where's your parents?" The boy stills before continuing to tug at his wrist. He mutters something she can't hear.

"I can't hear what your saying, speak up."

"I don have any," His words are cut and hoarse as though he hasn't spoken in a while.

"That don't tell me why you are out here at night? It's about to be winter, it's cold out here." Gods be kind and let no one know she is speaking this way, she lets go of the child's wrist. The boy holds it close to his chest. His bright beryl eyes shone bright under the moonlight, she could hear his teeth chatter as he tried to stop shaking.

She should not be doing this, this wasn't something she was known to do. "C'mon then. I don't have an extra bed, but I have sheets you can use and some meat pies. I know you're hungry." Goddess please help me, I can't just leave him out here in the freeze cold. He's barely clothed. Which was true, a long baggy shirt of some kind seemed to be the only clothing on him besides some shorts that she'd never seen before, but knew they were a couple sizes too big he had them tied up with a long string. His feet were bare and faintly blue.

The young boy blinked at her then backed up, "I'm not gonna hurt you c'mon. My name is Rebekah, but you can call me Beka." She held out her hand for the boy, he keep looking at her. After a couple moments his small cold hand was in hers. "I just live up here," Beka told the boy as she lead him up stairs. Her room was warmer than what it was outside, once she made sure the boy was inside she closed the door. "Ignore the cat, he is grumpy" Pounce looks up from his spot on the bed at the boy "What made you bring him in here?" He asks her, "I couldn't leave him outside," She whispers knowing Pounce will hear her. Pounce just blinks and smiles a cat smile. He jumped down from the bed, and curls through the boy's legs. "You made a good choice,"

Beka pulls out some older sheets from her storage chest and lays them on the floor. She adds a small pillow and a slightly thicker blanket she doesn't use anymore because she needs to sew up some holes on it. "I have food if you'd like to eat." She motions to a food basket where some meat pies, cheese and bread are stored. The boy shakes his head no, and pets Pounce once he is sure the cat won't hurt him. "Well get the bed then. And I'll see what I can do for you in the morning."

The boy nods, but before getting into the makeshift bed, he glances at his clothes and frowns. Beka notices this and bites her inside cheek from smiling. She walks over to her wardrobe and pulls out a night shirt, it'll be large on the boy but it'll be clean. "Here,"

She turns around to change, and hears the boy to the same. Once she is done she glances over to see boy already under the blanket and sheet, pounce in laying next to him. Beryl and amethyst eyes look at her, "Goodnight" she says to cat and boy.

Before sleeping she quickly writes in her journal about her day, once done she blows out her candle by the bed. She doesn't remember is she hears the boy whisper his name or if it was a part of her dreams. But she smiles in her sleep for the boy, named Harry.

"My name is Harry"

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