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Run. All that one person could try to do was run. He couldn't think of anything except that feeling of their sleeping gaze on his face, how they made his skin prickle like tiny insects crawling under his skin. How they made him feel unwanted and how their decaying bodies glanced at him as they tried to pull him into a dark room. He wanted nothing else than to get away from their grip, as they pulled and tugged on his arms...

Jolting up from what he had seen, he felt a cold sweat on his body, his skin still crawling from their cold touch. The dark haired man breathed deeply, and started to shiver with thoughts on how he had had a night terror again filled with the people from his past. They so desperately wanted him to join them.

Harry James Potter was a mere shell of his former self; he could never stop remembering what had happed to some of his friends, and how they were killed by the Death Eaters.

Sitting up in his rickety bed, Harry glanced at the frosted window of the house he had inherited from his decease god-father. Dawn was slowly approaching, and he felt that today was no different than another day, though his mail box suggested otherwise. For some odd reason, it was filled with threats and love letters.

This day in particular, a small body clung to Harry. The boy had bright yellow hair like the mid-day sun, and a deep brown tan that reminded him of light chocolate. The boy was brushed against the older man's stomach. Yeah sure, the brat had found him, but the most intriguing part was the boy's magical core. A deep, but bright yellow coded the boy, along with thin layers of scarlet. The strangest thing yet was how on earth did this child fall from the skies above him, land on him, and yet have no bruises or collateral damage done to his small body?

The boy's big blue eyes stared up at him with such fright, but also some happiness that this man hadn't kicked him yet. Groaning a little, Harry tried to pull himself free from the clinging child, so he could at least make some breakfast for the two of them.

"Off, I need to make something to eat, and plus you need a bath." Harry grumbled, still pulling himself free.

The small blond child looked up at him with glossy eyes, on the verge of crying when he saw that the nice man was leaving him alone.

"Oh stop it. I am not going anywhere. I am stuck with you, at least until someone from your incompetent family comes to get you." Harry mumbled, rummaging around for a pair of pants and his bath robe.

The small child grinned as he tried to attach himself to the older man yet again, but was denied still as the older man left to the kitchen.

"Kreacher!" Harry yelled, waiting for the house elf to appear. "I need you to get this brat cleaned up. I'm going to make breakfast before Ron and Hermione get here."

Nodding somewhat, the small and hideous house elf slowly made his way to the bedroom.

"And please be careful. He is only a child." Harry told Kreacher, a small smile on his face.

As the house elf nodded, the sunflower haired child became terrified as he looked at Kreacher with a frightened expression.

"No worries, Sunflower. Master Potter said to be careful with the Master's ward as Kreacher washes Sunflower to get him all cleaned up." Kreacher told the small boy.

Nodding his head a little, the small child looked at the house elf as he lead the child to the bathing room. The yellowed haired child started to take off his tattered clothes, minus Harry's night shirt, as he glanced at the knarred creature.

"Into the tub, Sunflower." Kreacher said, tapping onto the boys back gently.

The boy looked at the water, started screaming, and backed away from the tub. Because of Harry's increased hearing, he heard the child and rushed from the kitchen towards the bathroom. When the older man finally got there, he saw Kreacher trying to coax the small boy from the far end of the bathroom.

"What happened?" Harry asked, well, more like demanded.

"Kreacher was told what he was told to do, and the Sunflower baby got all in a hussy and began to scream, Master Potter." Kreacher explained.

Still screaming, Harry was finally able to coax the child into having a bath with him; he told the house elf to finish breakfast.

"Harry!" A loud and obnoxious greeting came from the front door.

Harry cursed under his breath, fidgeting with the small boy, trying to clean dirt where it should not have been in the first place. He sighed again, lacing some oil incense into the boys hair (it was Bleeding Hearts from his garden), and began to get out. Unexpectedly, the small boy started to have a small panic attack in the tub as soon as Harry got out.

"Calm down, child." Harry tried to say in a soothing voice as he pulled the child out.

The bathroom door was suddenly slammed open, and Harry saw his red headed friend, along with Hermione, who were watching him lean over the small blond child. After a few seconds of awkwardness, all hell broke loose as Hermione began to yell at Harry. The only thing in her mind after that was that, somehow, Harry had become a pedophile who preyed on children no older than four.

"And why are you naked with a child underneath you?!" She screamed.

"I told you, he had some issues with the water, and I only way I could get him to take a bath is with me, 'Mione." Harry grumbled, looking at the small quivering child.

"And how did you ended up with him in the first place?" She demanded.

"He fell out of the sky and onto my back while I was weeding my garden." Harry told her, grabbing a plate of food for the brat. "Eat."

"And how did a child, who has appears to have no sort of wings, fall out of the skies?"

"I don't know, Hermione."

Ron, who was also eating some of food, watched along with the small boy as his fiancé tried to pry open of their friend. The small boy looked over at Ron with the biggest and bluest eyes he had ever seen, putting his hands out for more food.

"Harry, 'Mione, there is a kid here, and you two are throwing profanities at each other." Ron spoke up, looking at the kid. "And he is still hungry."

Just as Ron finished his sentence, Kreacher appeared and placed a plate in front of the child. "Sunflower, Master Potter is not mad at you, nor is the mudblood."

"Sunflower..." The three all seemed to have the same thought.

"Yes, Master Potter. I call him Sunflower, because his hair is just like Master Potter's sunflowers." Kreacher told the trio.

Sighing a little, Hermione calmed down as she went over to the small child. "How on earth did you fall from the skies?" She asked, not sure that the child could understand her.

"Bad man." The boy finally spoke. "Made me fall."

They all looked at the boy, and while Kreacher was up to own thing, he was still carefully listening to what was being said. They all glanced at each other, wondering what kind of man would do that to a child.

"What is your name?" Hermione enquired.

"Nar-Naruto." The child, Naruto, said.

"Fish Cake?" Hermione asked.

Naruto nodded, looking at what the house elf was doing. The three older ones watched, while at the same being dragged away from the kitchen to answer a loud knock on the front door.

"I'll go see who that is." Harry spoke, leaving the kitchen.

"No!" Naruto cried out, grabbing onto Harry's sleeve.

Naruto's face held the same expression from earlier, and Harry grumbled while picking up the kid in his arms. He supposed they would both go to see who was at the front door. As he left the kitchen, Ron made himself comfortable in Harry's kitchen, grabbing some food for his ravenous stomach.

When Harry reached the door, he opened it to see a platinum blond standing at there with his own bundle of joy. When the two came in, the older blond glanced at the boy in Harry's arms, and set his own child down.

"Who did you have to knock up?" The older blond asked with the same smirk that he had worn since they first met at Hogwarts.

"No one, Draco. He fell on me." Harry said. "And are you bringing Luscious over for a play date, or just dropping him off here for the reason as last time." Harry blandly said.

"Oh, Harry, why would I drop my son off with you? He has good enough sense to stay away; he doesn't listen to his mother for that reason." Draco shuddered at the thought of his wife who had been squabbling at Draco because he was bringing their only son to someone who had witnessed a lot of murders.

"Uncle Ron!" The small boy cried out, seeing Ron at the kitchen doorway.

"For the same reason why I watch him every bloody day that you two have work." Harry grumbled, but also smiled as he placed Naruto on the floor. "Go play with Luscious and Ron, Naruto."

Draco cocked a brow, watching with interest as he saw Harry placing the other blond on the floor.

"Draco! How many times did I say that you cannot just bring Luscious over?" Hermione screamed from the kitchen. She began to talk to the child. "Yes, Luscious, you can have a sausage, and no, no sweets before breakfast."

"Almost every day since that pansy and I had Luscious, what was that, four years ago?" Draco drawled. "And thank you, Harry for watching him for us this week."

"It's nothing, Draco." Harry smiled as he watched the older blond leave the house.

After Harry had shut the door, Naruto came screaming and running back to him, holding his hand and watching as Luscious colored with a marker. The two started to scream and laugh as Kreacher watched his Flowers play with each other.

"How come you let Draco walk all over you?" Ron asked, grabbing a slab of cooked bologna and stuffing it into his mouth.

"I saved him and his family from Voldemort, Ron. The only other reason why, is simply that he knows I can look after children better than he can." Harry told them while grabbing a piece of toast.

"Basically, he's in debt to you?" Ron asked, while managing to swallow the huge amount of food he had stuffed into his mouth.

"Yes, in a sense." Harry replied.

"Auntie 'Mione!" The other blond came running to the kitchen, purple marker all over his face. "Auntie 'Mione!"

"What is it, Lu?"

"Naruto is coloring all over the walls in Uncle Harry's sitting room!" Luscious said, pulling and tugging for the older woman to follow him.

"He did what?" Harry asked, whipping his head towards the direction of the living room.

"Uncle Harry mad?" Luscious asked, looking up at the older man with a cocked brow.

Kreacher was already on it though, scrubbing and washing the ink stains off the walls. "Master Potter should not be mad at Sunflower, for it was little Begonia who drew on the walls."

How Kreacher recognizes which flower to call the little ones, Harry will never know.