The child was crying, and Rissa Cullough was beginning to despair.
It was nearly midnight at the local orphanage, and a tall, blond man had just dropped the toddler into her arms. "His name is Scorpius," he said in a strained voice. "Two years old. Born on August 17," Then he turned and strode off.
"Wait! Sir!" Rissa had called, searching the rain intently. But the mysterious man had simply disappeared.
She looked down at the small child in her arms.
That was then, about five hours ago. Rissa desperately wanted to sleep. But, as the owner of Karrer Orphanage, that was not to be. The baby's cries were so audible above the pounding rain. Other children were complaining.
Rissa stroked the sleek, blonde hair on the little boy's head. Scorpius, the man had called him.
What an unusual name. His eyes seemed to change colors. But it was a trick of the light. It had to be.
At last, the baby was quiet, and Rissa was free to sleep, her stringy brown hair pillowing out as she collapsed on her mattress.
The next morning, two strangers were in her office. One was a tall, dark haired man named Harry, with his redhead wife, Ginny. They were interested in adopting a little boy.
Before the orphanage, Harry and Ginny had argued profusely about adopting a Muggle child. Harry had wanted a wizard, whereas Ginny wished for a Muggle baby.
Of course, Ginny had won, and now they were discussing possible options. After a discussion that I'm sure nobody cares about, Rissa deemed them worthy, and led the couple to the playroom.
So many children! Running around, hitting people on the head with toy trucks, jumping on beds.
Harry noticed a sad, blond boy sitting quietly in the corner. He pointed out the child to Ginny. "Why don't we go say hi to him?" Harry asked her.
They approached him quietly. "I'm Ginny," said the woman, crouching down to be at his level. The child shied away.
"What's your name?" she asked gently.
"Sc – sc – " the boy gurgled, waving his fat fist in the air.
"His name is Scorpius," Rissa told the adults.
Not wanting to crowd the poor boy, Harry stayed back. But even from a distance, he could see the innocence in his rainbow-colored eyes. Or were they rainbow?
"Scorpius," Ginny said, testing out the name gently.
Finally, Harry walked over and sat next to his wife. "Hello, Scorpius," Harry said kindly. The couple exchanged glances.
"I think we'd like this little boy," Ginny told Rissa slowly. Rissa nodded. "He's yours."
A/N: Rissa let Scorpius go so quickly because she felt bad about not knowing a bunch of stuff about his parents. This was just an idea I had. If anybody wants me to who isn't somebody I actually know, I will continue it. Reviews count. Well, duh.