A lovely Pink Haired woman exited the ballet studio with a satisfied expression. She enjoyed working with the young ones. It was a shame she couldn't do it all the time.
So the woman Olivia Petite, the famous ballet dancer carried her bag as she walked up the road, thinking to herself. She stopped however when a light force crashed into her body. She looked down to see a little boy with jet black hair and green eyes looking at her.
"Oh, little boy are you okay?" she asked, picking him upright.
"F-fine Miss... Sorry for tainting you with my presence..." He muttered before turning behind him to see a group of seven larger boys pursuing him. Olivia frowned.
"Get back here, freak!" The biggest of the lot demanded cruelly. "You can't get away!"
Harry bowed to Olivia nicely, then took off into an alley. The boys shoved past her, then continued down the alley where it was a dead end! Olivia gracefully followed, overcome with anger. Her eyes were narrowed uncharacteristically. She had to stop those little bullies right away before that little boy was hurt by them. She arrived barely too late as they were already kicking him and ignoring his shouts. Olivia tapped one in the shoulder and said in a clear voice, "Excuse me?" Her words her polite, but her tone was firm and angry. The children instinctively flinched at the sound of an angry adult and slowly turned to look at Olivia, who had her hands on her hips and was looking at them sternly. "I suggest you leave that boy alone now before I inform the authorities."
That did it. The bullies took off, leaving the little boy in a dazed and hurt state. Olivia knelt down next to him. "Hello there, sweetie." She said softly, gently scooping him into her arms, much to his horror. "Tch...You should have stayed with me...I would have kept them from kicking you."
"S-so .. You could?" He weakly mumbled.
Olivia's mouth dropped open. "Sweetie why would I hurt you? You're cute." Harry whimpered, not liking the act she was putting on.
"I'm not cute..." He said. "I'm stupid, I'm ugly, I'm useless...I have no reason to exist...I should die...And...and make the world a better place...I'm too freaky to live...You should k-kill m-me..." His uncle had made him recite these words every day... Olivia began to cry at how broken he sounded. But this child was suffering! She needed to be strong. She had to calm him .
"Honey... What's your name and how old are you?" Harry sniffled and looked away with a whimper. Olivia held him tighter, resting her cheek on his head. "Please, sweetie. Tell me."
"M-My name is H-Harry...I'm...I'm f-five years old..."
A FIVE YEAR OLD?! She began to cry a little harder.
"Honey... Never talk about yourself that way... You're so sweet looking... Polite... Youre a wonderful child."Harry looked up at her, stunned by her words. He felt...warmer inside...This was the first kindness he had ever been shown in his life, and it confused him greatly. "Now sweetie, where do you live? I'll take you home." she told him, ready to talk to his parents about this.
"N-n-number four, P-privet drive miss... He didn't want to go home...His family was so mean to him...They never held him like the pretty lady did...They never called him cute and sweet...They only hit him... But it was his life right? To be hit and serve. That was his purpose. The pretty woman picked him up with ease and walked up the street, cradling him. He hesitantly leaned closer to her. She was warm and comfy...He wished he lived with someone like her. She'd love him and feed him and take care of him...
Finally came the most dreaded part of the trip... The arrival. Olivia hesitantly walked up to the door. She noticed Harry clue her clothes and shake her head.
'Is it really a good idea to bring him back here...?' She thought uneasily. A lanky ugly woman appeared in the doorway.
"Oh hello there!" She said in an overly sweet voice.
Olivia smiled back, not one to be put off by appearances. "Hi. My name is Olivia, and I found this child being bullied by a small group of ruffians. He said he lived here, right?"
The Lanky woman grinned TOO widely .
"Yes he does! Can I have him?!"
Olivia hesitantly handed him over as she... Saw one of the ruffians in the background!?
Her eyes narrowed. "Wait just one moment here..." Petunia frowned.
"Is there a problem?"
"Yes...That child in there is one of the bullies that was harming this child!"
Petunia gasped. "Oh... Dearest me! I'll make sure the boy is punished thoroughly. Thank you miss." She shut the door. Olivia caught one glance from Harry...
He was pleading for her not to leave him. He didn't want to be there...He was begging her for help with just that one look.
Olivia felt her watch go off, and she remembered! She had a lunch planned with a friend! She could talk to her about this. Sully would know what to do. She was a police officer. If she couldn't help her, no one could.
Olivia arrived at a usual cafe and entered, searching the restaurant with a sense of urgency. "Olivia!" Sully called from the corner.
The pink-haired woman smiled warmly at her friend and briskly moved to the table she was sitting at, anxious to tell her what had happened.
"Hey Olivia, how'd your class go?" she asked, sipping coffee.
Olivia nodded, "Y-Yeah it was good... Sulley?" The redhead was wearing a typical cop uniform.
The police officer raised a brow. "Hey, something wrong, Liv? You're looking pretty tense there. Something happen?" She grinned. "Who's a** am I kicking?"
Olivia sniffed, "S-Sulley what are the signs of um... Child abuse?"
Sulley grew serious, "why? Did you witness something?"
Olivia nodded, "I-I think I did.."Olivia followed Harry, seeing him in a corner, crying.
Sully's eyes narrowed. "Okay, you're gonna have to go into it. What happened? Let me hear it." She said, leaning forward, chin on her hands.
Olivia delved into the tale of how she found him, not leaving out a single detail. His frail body, the terrified demeanour, the woman's fake smile... When she was done Sulley grabbed her hand and dragged her to the door, flinging some cash on the table.
"C'mon, we need to deal with this right away." The redhead declared urgently. She lead Olivia to her police car and radioed for backup."Breaker Breaker One Nine, this is officer Spears, requesting back up at Number Four Privet Drive, we've got a case of child abuse." Sulley sped off, telling Olivia all would be fine. Cars got off road as she zoomed, coming to a stop in front of the house.
"This the place?" Sully asked.
"Yes." Olivia nodded. "That's where the little boy is...We have to help him."
Sulley rushed up to the door and raised her hand to bang on it.
*earlier*
Harry was so scared when Olivia was shut away from him. What was gonna happen now?! Aunt Petunia scoffed in disgust and dropped him to the floor in a heap.
"Get to your cupboard, brat!" She barked. "And just you wait until your uncle gets home! He'll have a few things to say about this, mark my words!"
As Harry crawled into the cupboard a car door slammed. Harry instinctively flinched... A figure appeared in the doorway. "You're gonna get it now... Freak." Dudley told him. The older boy punched his cousin in the stomach a few times, causing him to cough and wheeze. "That's for getting me in trouble with that woman."
Vernon Dursley opened the door and walked forward, Petunia explaining the situation. Vernons face turned red as he rushed forward. "BOY! WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?!"
Harry whimpered and looked down. Vernon lifted him by the collar of his oversized shirt. "WHY WOULD YOU LEAVE THE YARD AFTER IS TOLD YOU NO ONE CAN EVER SEE YOU?!" Harry sniffled.
"I...I didn't want Dudley to hurt me..."
*smack*
Harry held his cheek, beginning to cry. "YOU DESERVE TO BE HURT YOU FREAK!"
"B-But, Miss Olivia said-"
"SHUT UP!" Vernon roared. "THAT STUPID WOMAN DOESN'T KNOW WHAT SHE'S TALKING ABOUT! SHE MUST BE A FREAK LIKE YOU, BRAT!"
"...You're wrong..." Harry said softly. The silence was tense.
"...What?" Vernon growled.
"I SAID YOU'RE WRONG!" A burst of magic knocked Vernon clean off his feet.
Vernon slid into a wall and his head cracked against it, him becoming enraged. "BOY! I SWEAR IM GONNA-"
*BANGBANGBANG*
They all froze, Harry began to cry, realising he'd still be hurt!
"OPEN UP!" A rough female voice shouted furiously from the other side of the door. "THIS IS THE POLICE! COME OUT WITH YOUR HANDS UP! YOU HAVE FIVE SECONDS UNTIL WE BREAK THE DOOR DOWN!" Petunia rushed to get the door, but was too late, the door kicking open and a red headed lady appearing in the doorway.
"GET DOWN, HANDS UP!"
The Dursleys cooperated. Harry did not, rushing off deeper into the house. What he didn't see was the incredibly worried pink-haired woman peek out from behind the redhead. Olivia had seen Harry rushing away. "YOU!" Petunia screamed, only to be met with volts of electricity enter her, as Sulley tazed her. Olivia followed Harry, seeing him in a corner, crying. The pink-haired woman's breath hitched, and she was by his side in a near instant.
"M-Miss Olivia..?" he asked in joy. Olivia scooped him up quickly.
"Hi baby... It's alright... Olivia will protect you."
Harry sniffled as he looked into her eyes. "H-He was gonna kill me...I just know it...I would have d-died...If...You didn't come..." He began to cry in joy and pain as Olivia held him close. She felt her heart break as she listened to his sobs, so sorry he had to go through this...
"It's alright Harry... No more of this..." Harry cried harder.
"I don't wanna live like this anymore, Miss Olivia...It hurts...It hurts so much...I want to live with someone nice...S-Someone who doesn't hate me...I...I want a mommy..."
Olivia shushed him, rubbing his head.
"I'm gonna keep you... You'll be safe... I'll give you all the love you could want..."
Harry froze and looked at her. "R-Really..? You don't hate me...?"
Olivia gently placed a finger over his lips. "Shhh...You know I don't hate you. I made that very clear last we saw each other, right?"
"I-I was just... Making sure..."
Olivia turned to see Sulley walk in.
"Is he okay?"
Olivia sniffled and wiped tears from her eyes. "No...He's been severely emotionally damaged...And I can tell he's been physically hurt too..."
Harry his inside her shoulder again, crying inside her. Olivia insintively hugged him again, giving Harry a chance to hear her heartbeat.
The little boy's crying quickly ceased when he heard the soothing sound. With wide, confused eyes, he looked up at the woman holding him, who smiled back warmly. "You like my heartbeat hun?" She asked.
"H-heartbeat?" he asked.
"Yes. It's a sound that comes from my chest and it seems you like it?" She asked, curious.
Harry rested his head back on her chest, eyes droopy. "Y-You mean that thumping noise...? Yeah...I...I love it...It's pretty...Like you..."
Olivia smiled, picking him up. "We're gonna go to my house where you can eat and heal up. Sound good?" Harry leaned against her and listened, nodding. Olivia let out a soft giggle. He was so cute...
Sully had been observing the scene with interest. Olivia was a great mom! She had always been good with children, now she had her own. Maybe she should have kids. Sully grimaced at the idea of being a mom. Eh...She'd hold off on that for a while. She was sure Virion would be okay with waiting too...
"Yes Harry, I'm adopting you. You're gonna be my little boy and I'm gonna give you all tge love you want..." She told him
Harry cried harder and jumped back into her chest, sobbing.
The pink-haired woman caught him and gently rocked him back and forth, whispering soothingly into his ear and rubbing his tiny head.
And the new mother and son stayed like that for a long time, basking in each other. Finally Harry stopped crying.
He looked up at his new mother, smiling and sniffling.
"Does my little Harry feel better?" she asked, standing up and cradling him.
Harry nodded, snuggling into her, happy.
He had never felt happy before...But it was a nice feeling. He hoped he could feel happy more often...Miss Olivia was so kind to him...
"Now who's hungry? You're skin and bone." Olivia said disapprovingly. Harry bit his lip and nodded. Olivia smiled and as she was leaving the room, noticed Sully in the doorway, wiping her eyes.
"Sul you okay?" she asked.
"Y-Yeah! Had something in my eyes.."
Olivia giggled. "Aw, Sully, it's okay to cry..."
"I wasn't cryin'!" Sully protested. "Seriously! Just something in my eyes! Really!"
Sully muttered some curses and Olivia frowned, covering Harry's ears.
"Language please! He's little."
Olivia gained a sheepish look and nodded.
"Sorry little guy... I'll help cook."
Olivia grimaced. "Um...No no, really, that won't be necesarry..." Sully scoffed.
"Something's tellin' me you don't like my cooking."
"Uh... N-No, I just like to... Cook by myself..?"
Sully muttered to herself, returning to the table and drinking her coffee. Olivia texted the people about Harry- but was interrupted AGAIN by the sound of clattering pots and pans. She turned to see Harry getting cooking materials ready?
She let out a long, drawn out gasp and dashed to the little boy's side, snatching him up and carrying him out of the kitchen. "No, no, sweetie, a little thing like you shouldn't be in the kitchen where all the dangerous stuff is." She cooed.
Harry looked at her confusedly, "Wait... S-so I don't have to cook?"
Harry had hated cooking for his Aunt and Uncle. The grease burned him, it was hot and he couldn't reach the top sometimes... But now he didn't?
"No hun. Stay here with your Aunt Sully while I make dinner for the three of us. Then we'll talk." She told him gently as she directed him to the table.
The little boy let out a soft "Um..." as she was gently pushed to the table. Olivia petted his head and smiled before turning to cook their meal.
Harry looked up to see his new Aunt looking back at him. She was pretty, with Red Hair that was short. And she was an officer!
"So uh... Wanna hear cop stories little guy?"
Meanwhile, Olivia responded to the frantic texters in all caps.
"YOU CANNOT MEET HARRY UNTIL TOMORROW! WE ARE TRYING TO KEEP HIM CALM!"
Olivia sighed. It was difficult to keep track of her cooking with the constant phone calls...
But after half an hour she had prepared Breakfast for Dinner, and had come back with the plates, only to hear...
"So then we got a call about gunshots being heard-"
"SULLY!" Olivia squeaked. "That's not appropriate! He's only three!"
Sully stopped and looked up, "What the kid loves it!"
It was True, Harry had been sitting in her lap, eating it up! Harry even looked disappointed. Olivia set the plates down.
"Well not while I'm around. Now Harry we have to talk?"
Harry pouted slightly, but shook it off. "What is it, Miss Olivia? Did I do something wrong...?"
"Of course not Harry! We have to talk about how you'll adjust." she said.
'Oh no, she's gonna give me the list of chores!' he thought sadly and kinda angrily.
"Okay...What are my chores gonna be?" He asked in defeat.
Olivia laughed, hiding sadness.
"No chores dear. Just about me and you."
Harry looked up and grinned!
"But...Don't I need to earn my keep?" He asked, now confused. "You don't really want me sitting around doing nothing...Right?"
Olivia nodded, "at home yes. See Harry, I dance ballet. And I do it often. So you're gonna come with me and dance too mkay?"
Harry tilted his head. He was going to learn to dance? He wasn't familiar with the term...
Olivia tsked and picked him up. Sully followed.
Olivia pushed some furniture out of the way. She took off her shoes and began to dance.
Harry giggled as he watched his caretakers' graceful movements. It was amazing...
Harry wanted to dance too! When she was done he clapped vigorously.
"I wanna dance too!"
Olivia giggled and tilted her head at the little boy's enthusiastic reaction.
"And you will! You just have to practice with Mommy and all will be good." she told him. Harry hugged her leg, surprising her immensely. She overcame her surprise quickly, however, and knelt down with a smile, holding him close in a tight, loving embrace. He was so little...
"Ooh you'll love it! I promise." She told him gently. Harry snuggled in as she carried him back to the table. Sully was tearing up again...
"Now eat up hun."
"Damn it, why are my eyes so sweaty?" Sully muttered, trying to save face and make excuses for the perspiration on her cheeks.
Olivia smiled in sympathy while holding up a spoonful of eggs to Harry's mouth.
"Here comes the airplane!" she cooed. Harry looked at her confused.
Olivia grinned awkwardly, still moving the spoon, trying to get Harry to open his mouth.
Sully leaned in, "You open your mouth, then you get the food." She told Harry, who smiled sheepishly and opened wide, letting the food into his mouth.
He'd never actually eaten food like this before. It was good!
He'd made these foods plenty of times for his relatives, and was always beaten for messing up the tiniest detail...
But now he could eat food he made! It was good! He happily ate the food before getting full and sinking down in the chair.
Olivia giggled again. "Is your tummy full?" She asked sweetly. Harry nodded in embarrassment.
Olivia walked over to Harry and picked him up, cradling the sleepy boy against her.
"It's time for early bed time, let's go." Olivia whispered in his ear.
Harry nodded and let out a cute yawn, stretching his tiny arms and snuggling closer to his caretaker.
Olivia carried him in and pulled back the covers, slipping the little one inside. He curled up in a little ball, sadly instinctively before his eyes opened.
"I-I don't... Have my teddy..."
Olivia gasped. "Your teddy...?" She said softly. She hadn't seen a teddy in the house when she took him. "I'm so sorry, sweetie...I don't have-"
"Ahem." Olivia turned to see Sully standing in the door, a small bear in hand, smirking. "I picked it up from the cupboard when I was looking for evidence. Thought he'd want it."
Harry clapped his hands as she brought it over and set it down next to him.
"Thank y-you Aunt Sully..." he whispered as Sully rubbed his head.
"No problem buddy."
"Thank you so much, Sully." Olivia said gratefully, hugging her friend. "He looked so upset when he realized he didn't have it..." Sully grinned.
"Hey, what's the cool aunt for, huh?"
Olivia nodded, "Wanna help me put him to sleep?"
Sully shook her head, "you got this. I'll be outside." And she left.
Olivia turned her attention to the boy who was handling his bear with EXTREME care...
She giggled. The way he cared for his little teddy bear made her just wanna hold him tight and never let go...Everything he did was adorable enough to evoke such a desire...
Olivia pulled the blanket over him and gently laid him down.
"Settle in Harry, it's bed time." she said, kissing his head. Harry smiled and cooed at the kiss.
"I like the th-thing you do with your l-lips..."
Olivia's heart spontaneously combusted. She immediately showered his tiny face with a series of kisses.
Harry giggled and squirmed under her kisses. Olivia laughed and whispered in his ear, "I love you... Nothing will ever stop me from doing so..."
Harry gave her a tearful smile and hugged her head tightly. "M-Miss Olivia...?" He said softly. "W-Will you...st-stay with me tonight...? Please...?"
Olivia grinned, "of course I will... You can stay in my bed, ALL you want... My little boy..." she whispered.
Harry was so happy he couldn't contain it!
He burst into tears and found himself snatched into a tight embrace.
"Shh... Shh it's okay... Mamas here... No more pain for you... Just love... Only love..." she whispered, falling asleep as her son did.
Sully peeked in to see them sleeping so she snapped a pic then left the house with a grin on her face.
'Yep...She's such a mom.'