8/6/15 This waring should have really been put here when it was first posted.
Harry's middle name is being changed from James to John to honor Remus as one of his god parents.
AN: This is a Harry Potter fic that I hope is a little different.
I don't own anything except my mind which often wanders away and gets lost or into mischief.
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Harry John Potter was 15 months old when his life was irreversibly changed. In fact one whole section of the world changed. Lily Potter, even if she would never be credited due to her blood status, destroyed Voldemort, aka Tomas Marvollo Riddle's body. Her protection ritual had just enough time to attach before the dark lords soul came into contact with young Harry. Due to the nature of these protections the soul fragment that was trying to use the boy as a host was destroyed instead, leaving but a scar in it's wake. Tomas Riddle may not be dead but he also lost 2 parts of his souls that night.
The only remaining magical Potter was then sent to live with his only blood relatives. They couldn't stand his magical ability, which until now had been encouraged. Harry's only crime was existence. Yet that seemed crime enough for the Dursley family. They were charging him with intent to be freakish and the punishment was torture.
He finally caught a break on Dudley's 4th birthday. They refused to let Harry come and no one else could take him. They thought long and hard about what to do with the little hanger on. (Read they screamed and whined about it before going with the first thing that came to mind) They dropped Harry at the entrance to the public library and told him to stay there till it closed then go to a near by park till they came for him. They planned to wait at the park 5 minutes. If the parasite was there they would take him home if not he would be classed as a delusional and dangerous runaway. No thought was given to the fact the boy was only 3, nearly 4 years old.
Harry was no dummy. His parents were the same. Lily was a genius and even the muggles knew that. She had skipped 3 grade levels by the time she had received her Hogwarts letter. You could accuse James Potter of being foolish and reckless but no one who saw his test scores would call him dumb. In fact Harry came from 2 long lines of very clever, extremely intelligent people. He may have only been 15 months old when his parents died but he had a near eidetic memory. He didn't understand why but he did know his parents were very cautious and distrusting at the end. This was something they passed on, in the form of silence. Harry had barely cried and hadn't said a word since leaving his parents home. He was silent and still. Unnaturally so if you ask Petunia. He would just watch her every move like he was evaluating her and she had been found wanting.
He did as he was told though, he entered this strange place. Paddy nor Mooney ever mentioned libraries. And little Harry knew it was their jobs to tell Mum and Dad all the important things. Mummy said they were the only people in the whole world he could trust implicitly. He didn't know what that big word meant but he remembered it any way. Harry was sure it was the key to testing if you could trust others. He was also sure the Dursleys would never pass. They couldn't even turn into animals, which Harry thought was one of the requirements. They could turn colors but never interesting ones like daddy and his uncles. Who wanted to turn different pinks and reds when blue and green were so much better?
Harry wondered around the library just looking. He knew what these were. Mummy and daddy had lots of books, and his uncles would always bring them more when they came. Books were for fun and learning. They had pretty pictures and lots of big words. Not that he could read yet. His favorite were mummy's fairy tales. They were all about the Otherworld and the fey, Knights and princesses. He may not understand the meanings behind the tales but listening to his mother's words as she brought the characters to life using only the her voice had made him happy.
He was found looking around the psychology section by one of the aides. She smiled down at him. "Hello young man. Did you get lost?"
He looked up at her and thought. Yes he was lost. Lost in a world of pain and sadness that he couldn't understand and no one he knew or trusted was there to help. Instead of saying all that he just nodded.
The woman smiled bigger at the adorable, shy little boy. "If you take my hand I can take you back to the children's section while I look for your parents."
He looked up at her and saw kindness, not like his mother but better than the vile horse woman. His eyes got wide and big, fat, heartbreaking tears started to roll down his cheeks. He wanted her to find his family so bad it hurt. Harry didn't even know where here was much less how to get home. That thought just made the tears fall faster.
Angie was new here. Both in this town and working as a library aide. She saw the cutest little boy just looking around at the psychology books that even made her head spin and decided to help. When he all the sudden started crying she panicked. For a moment she didn't know what to do. The poor lad looked like his heart was breaking and she didn't know how to deal with it. She did the only thing she could do. She sank to her knees and wrapped the boy up in a hug. He broke out in sobs which was actually less worrying than the silent tears from before. He clung onto her and was crying his poor heart out. He was never very loud but she had no way to deal with this. So Angie picked up the little boy and took him to the head librarian.
Joann had been a librarian for 46 years. She had seen quite a bit in her time. From new mother's looking for help with a screaming newborn to college kids nearly having a mental break down as they crammed for exams. Seeing her newest aide carrying a sobbing little boy was nothing new. 'Some people just didn't know how to handle children.' She thought.
"What seems to be the matter here?" She asked in a calm kind voice to try and soothe the boy.
"I don't know. He was over in the psychology section looking around and when I asked to escort him back and help find his parents he started crying." Angie answered clearly overwhelmed by the reaction
"It's ok now son." Joann said softly rubbing the boys back. "You're safe. But we can't do anything to help if you don't tell me what's wrong."
Harry sobbed a few more times before sniffling and looking at this woman. 'Was she telling the truth? Could he trust her?' He thought about it. He had to trust some one and these ladies looked nice.
Joann was shocked by the large green eyes looking up at her. Those orbs seemed to search her very soul and measure it's worth. She tucked a slightly long bang behind his ear and smiled at the boy. "Now what's the matter?"
"I want to go home but I don't know how." He said. His words were a little off since he hadn't spoken in 2 and a half years.
"All you have to do is tell us your name and where you're from." Joann reassured him while wiping away his tear tracks. "If you can do that we will find where you belong and if your really brave I'll even give you a sucker."
Harry looked her in the eyes again trying to decide it he could tell her. He decided to trust her since she didn't feel or look anything like the bad man. "I'm Harry John Potter. I live in Godric's Hollow with Mummy and Daddy. James and Lily Potter." He recited the words he had heard from his family, not all together mind you.
Angie nearly dropped the boy. Here she was muggleborn Hogwarts dropout holding the savior of the magical world. No wonder he was crying when she mentioned his parents. "I'm so sorry Harry. I didn't know or I would have never mentioned it." Looking down at the boy with tears in her eyes too.
"Angie you know this boy?" Joann asked handing the child the for mentioned sucker.
"Yes ma'am. The terrorists his parents died fighting are one of the main reasons I moved here. This boy is an orphan." She explained to her boss. She had really left after one of her class mates took the dark mark and tried to rape her. And because she was a mudblood she should feel honored to have his attention. The next day she withdrew from Hogwarts and left the country to stay in Germany with her cousin till she finished her A levels. She then came back because even with the bigotry she loved this country and she missed her parents.
"Oh my. You poor lad. I'll look in the database and find out where he belongs. Can you stay with him in the children's room till then?" Joann asked. She hated orphans. She hated it that children were abandoned and forced to be raised on their own with no loving family. It broke her heart every time she saw a child in the system. Surely if this boy's Parents were heroes he was living with relatives or close friends.
Angie nodded and took the boy to the children's section. She asked him what kind of book he wanted to hear. "Mummy reads me fairy tails. But you're not Mummy." He stated factually. She guessed he wouldn't want anyone other than Lady Potter reading him fairy tails so she picked up a Dr. Seuss book. 1 Fish 2 Fish was her favorite as a kid. Harry sat there and listened. This lady wasn't his Mummy but she was nice and held him almost just right. She was too skinny to hug perfect but that wasn't her fault. After the 5th Dr. Seuss Harry was nodding off in her arms.
Angie looked down at this cute little boy. She knew the moment she saw him the wizarding world was crazy. There was no way this boy killed anyone, except maybe with his cuteness. But she really doubted it.
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Joann was going to throttle someone. She didn't know who yet but heads were going to roll. The explosion in Godric's Hollow had made the Muggle news. So had the tale of terrorists and the heroic deaths of Lord and Lady Potter. (all thanks to an aurora who had been fired due to blood status. He had been friends with the Potter's, Longbottom's and Sirius.) The line that had Joann raging though was near the end of the report. "...and the whereabouts of young, 15 month old, Harry Potter is still unknown, but no body has been recovered." that was it. No follow up no continued searching. This little baby had just been spirited away and no one seemed to care. She was pure muggle and had no way of knowing that Harry's disappearing act had be orchestrated by magic.
Joann was on the phone to her old friend Rockel down at the police station telling her all about this. The grandmother of 4 was incensed. She also couldn't believe this was happening. To harm a child? They were going to get to the bottom of this and who ever was responsible had better look out. Because with every phone call these women and those they contacted made the more people were getting in line to take a piece out of them. They would have better luck in a pool filled with piranha than these ladies.
The ladies didn't find any one to blame yet but they did find him a good home to go to in the mean time. Maxine, Rockel's friend in social services, had just the place for him. A young couple with a little girl just a year older than Harry had applied for adoption since they couldn't have any more children. A pair of dentists and an older sister in upper middle class Crowley was just what this boy needed.
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Meanwhile Harry had woken still in Angie's arms. He looked up at the woman. He smiled, he liked her, she would make a nice aunty. He had never met his real Aunty Alice but he hoped when he found her she was like Angie. Nice and warm but not perfect. Perfect was for Mummy only. Aunty's were to just off perfect Harry decided with all the wisdom of a 3 year old.
After a moment of staring off into space Angie noticed Harry was awake. "Welcome back sleepy head. Have any good dreams?"
"Mm hm." He said nodding. "Mummy and the great Witch king killed the bad man and then Uncle Paddy came and we had a big party." He explained with a hug smile.
"Who's uncle Paddy?" She asked with a smile at the little boy. She hoped he didn't see her heart breaking at the thought of him facing Voldemort.
"He's my Uncle. Mummy said 'you can only trust Uncle Paddy and Uncle Mooney implicitly' What does implicitly mean?" he asked her
"To trust someone implicitly, means that you trust them completely and that they will never betray you." She explained to him.
"Oh. I already knew that. You can believe every thing from my uncles just don't eat any food they give you. Mummy said they are pranksters and haven't grown up yet."
Angie giggled. "well I'll keep that in mind when we find them. Hey, speaking of food, why don't we go and get some lunch?"
Harry smiled. "Aunt Angie? How do you know if you can trust some body implicitly?" He asked as they were walking out of the library.
"Well Harry that's really hard to say. You have to trust your self. You'll just know if you can trust someone. Then you have to test them. Tell them something you want to be a secret and if they tell they can't be trusted." Angie explained.
Harry got a thoughtful look. That sounded do able. He hadn't liked the Dusley's since he lay eyes on them and they were bad to him. Angie and Joann he did like and they were looking for his family and taking care of him. He thought. 'this is really easy, Mummy taught me so well. I hope the doctors make her better.'
The two of them enjoyed some sandwiches across the street and several more children's books before the end of the day when Joann called them into her office.
"Did you have a good day with Angie?" She asked
"Yes ma'am" He replied politely.
"I'm glad. I've been contacting as many people as I could think of today, but we haven't found any of your family yet. I'm so sorry." She looked at him sadly. "But we did find a very nice couple who would like to take care of you until we do find them." Joann had contacted the Granger's earlier and explained the situation. They were all to happy to take the boy even if it was only temporary.
Emma and Dan Granger were at home with their daughter when they got the call. Emma was appalled at what she heard. For a baby to get lost and possibly kidnapped and no one know or even seem to care. She was furious. When they heard the boys father was a MI6 agent that was murdered by a terrorist they were even more upset. His parents died heroes and their child was taken and forgotten.
Dan had no doubt that someone somewhere was looking for this child. That one of their friends, or colleges was hunting for this little lost boy. Dan may be a dentist but he was also part of the navy reserves. He had gone on the minimum 3 deployments and was allowed to stay in country due to his wife and child, and the peaceful times. There was no way his fellow soldiers would stop looking for Hermione if someone took her. So before they headed to Surrey, Dan made a few calls. He had his own contacts looking for this boys friends and family.
It was these contacts that finally interacted with the magical world. One of Dan's military buddies was a squib. When he heard that they were looking for Harry Potter's family Alexander knew exactly who he was. Alexander contacted Madame Amelia Bones and asked her to come to his home because he had sensitive knowledge. She arrived a week later.
AN: This popped into my head one day. Let me know what you think.