Hehe. I'm not dead? Anyways yes I shouldn't be posting a new story. Yes I'm doing it anyway. No I've made almost no headway on my others and yes I've started college and had just a bunch of family deal rain on my head. Yes this is short and yes that's normal. I have a curse, and inability to write long chapters. Though my college writing projects are beautifully long for some reason. (Seriously my first one was too long and I got a B) however this plot bunny would not leave me alone. Sooo Sinbad adopts a fem!harry. Just wonderful. As always I update from my phone and I'm not promising updates on this. College, job, church all come first. So enjoy, I don't own yadayada.

~ Yurika

The Girl with the Emerald Eyes

Sinbad never planned on marrying, never planned on a child, and he hadn't. Married that is, the child on the other hand was different. The little black haired girl who's shocking emerald eyes held pain that he hadn't even seen in Jafar, in fact her experiences had been what had prepared him for Jafar. She had been scrounging in the rubbish, mumbling to herself when he found her. He had just set out on his journey, still a child himself, and he had just humiliated the princess. Taking the girl with him probably wasn't the smartest thing, but those eyes had sliced into his heart.

The noise had alerted him first, so he followed his ears. There she was, digging in the rubbish of an alley.

"Little miss, what are you up to?"

She had jumped and hid so fast he had frozen in shock.

"Hey come out, I promise I won't tell. I even have some food." He pulled out a spare fruit and offered it, she appeared at his side, snatching it from his hands before vanishing again. He was so shocked at her disappearing act that it must have left a funny look on his face because she giggled and left her hiding spot.

"Hey what was that for?" She froze, she looked so scared in that one moment, that one piece of time was what sealed it. This little girl shouldn't have been so scared.

"Little miss, what's your name?" She unfroze, but that look of fright turned confused.

"Freaks don't have names." Her voice was so soft, so resigned. Those words, almost as if they were rehearsed.

"Nonsense. Who told you that?"

"Aunt Tunia."

"Well, your aunt was wrong. Everyone has a name. If you don't have one now, well we will have to give you one."

"But I'm freak, unnatural!" She was so scared, so confused and so alone. He was so kind to her, she wasn't understanding, why.

"Why, why are you kind?"

"Because you are not a freak and you are not unnatural. You're a child who has been told lies. Now a name. What do you like?"

"Flowers." They spent close to an hour naming off flowers before she finally liked one.

"Azalea." She had broken out of her shell for just a second, just a smidgen of time.

"Well now that you have a name, why not come with me?"

"Come with you?"

"Sure, I'm going to become king, every king needs a princess to dote on." She giggled again, he decided he liked the sound. That was how Sinbad got a kid.