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Chapter one:Found him!
Puck the trickster king was walking down a street in Little Whinging looking for a place to stir up trouble. It was his duty after all, had to keep his title in check. The town was extremely bland and he found it to be his duty to liven up places that where bland. He was also a very odd looking fellow if you asked anyone who knew him, though few these days did. He had long sandy blond, almost brown, hair and ears that where slightly thinned and pointed, as where most of the rest of his facial features. His eyes where a steely grey that could pierce your heart in a moment, or show utter joy and happiness that would spread like wild fire. He wore a brown shirt made of a light canvas that had the sleeves cut off and a hood at the back. His pants where a dark green and he wore leather shoes of a russet color.
The very air around Puck seemed to radiate with excitable energy. As he walked past number four Privet drive he noticed something odd, it was the one magical signature in the village. Puck stopped for a moment and looked at the house with a raised eyebrow. He could see into the house from a window and noticed that none of the three occupants in the kitchen didn't hold said magical signature. He scanned the house a little more in depth with his senses and noticed the signature was coming from the cupboard under the stairs. Upon noticing this Puck's hair turned immediately a sharp red color. He was angry now.
One thing to be absolutely understood about the trickster king is that he only ever played tricks on muggles who he felt deserved it or magical beings who where inexplicably evil. What made him even more mad was the fact that this signature belonged to the son of a man he had once called friend. Puck stood there debating what he should do. He knew that the boy's God father was in Azkaban for murder and wouldn't get out any time soon considering the ministry was full of a bunch of idiots who had merely sentenced Black without a proper trial, despite Albus' insistence on the matter. He could also feel the blood wards around the house. Lily's last bit of magic that went to Harry to protect him. He knew that it might be possible to transplant the wards but was unsure as to how Albus would react if he did without his permission. Despite being immortal, as all fairy creatures are, he knew to power when he saw it, and boy did Albus have power.
A memory flashed across his mind at that moment.
He was sitting cross-legged on the arm of one of the Potter's chairs in their living room, smiling at the little baby trying to get the rattle from him, "come on little Harridan, just a bit more and you'll be standing!" he encouraged.
James coughed getting his attention, "Robin, please focus this is important."
Puck looked up and nodded, "Right sorry Prongs, you know how I get around kids."
James nodded, "I do; now as I was saying, you have been a friend of the house of Potter since it began, and as its current head I ask a favor of you." He said in the utmost serious tone.
"Anything the Noble line of Ignatius needs, I am here to help." Puck said with a smirk.
"If anything should happen to us and Sirius we would like you to raise Harry." Lily said with the utmost conviction.
Puck stopped shaking the rattle and his face became serious for just a moment the angles in his face shifting to a more intimidating look, "I don't know, a human child hasn't been raised by one of the fae race in a long time. I'm not exactly a good influence either."
"Nonsense look at how I turned out, the marauders are some of the strongest light side fighters besides Dumbledore." James said with a proud smile.
"I'll have to think about it" he said solemnly before going back to playing with Harry.
That night Voldemort had attacked the Potter residence in Godric's Hollow. Puck had searched everywhere for the little guy but couldn't find him anywhere. Albus had refused to tell Puck where the boy was, only insisted he was safe. But now, now puck knew where the boy was and that while he may be safe from death eaters and the like. The boy was anything but safe. Puck stayed there the whole day watching the Dursleys belittle and use the seven year old boy as a slave. When he had accidentally burnt the lunch Vernon Dursley had struck Harry in the head with a rolling pin and through him in the cupboard. Puck had to stop him from going in and killing the fools right where they stood. Introducing yourself as a very demonic fairy to the kid you where hoping to save wouldn't work out for the best in Pucks opinion.
With his mind set on the decision he made, Albus' magical strength be damned, and the last of the Dursleys gong to bed at around ten o'clock Puck stood and snapped his fingers. With a simple pop sound he disappeared and reappeared in a large office with shelf after shelf of books on almost every wall. Behind the large desk in the middle of the room was a wall of portraits sleeping soundly. Next to the desk was a phoenix, its head tucked into its wing as it trilled in its sleep. The fire light coming from the large fire place to the right cast an eerie light over the office. At the desk sat a man who was indeed very old, he had a long beard and silver hair that cascaded down his back. He wore half moon spectacles and was looking over some parchment, not even noticing Puck had entered the room.
Puck stepped forward toward the desk clearing his throat. Albus gave a start as he looked up from his paper, his wand coming from somewhere in his sleeves ready to attack. When he noticed who it was he relaxed slightly, though not lowering his wand all the way, only resting that hand on the desk, noticing the still vibrant red hair meaning he was very angry. "Robin Goodfellow, to what do I owe the honor of this visit." Albus said, barely able t keep the shock out of his voice.
Puck smiled in his usual good natured way that made his eyes turn into slits and showed bright rows of teeth, "Oh nothing too special." He said doing an impressive front flip from where he stood to land with one foot on the back of the chair in front of the desk, "just thought I would let you know I have found young Harry and am not pleased with his conditions. I will be taking him to raise him as Lily and James wished. Your meddling will not keep him bound to those who would abuse him."
"My dear Puck you of all people should understand the protection put on Harry. He cannot be removed from his relatives or the protection on him fails." Albus said carefully trying not to anger the fairy king any farther.
Puck let out a sickening laugh, "don't you presume to talk to me of ancient magic wizard, I am ancient magic incarnate!" his hair flared about his body as he sent out a wave of magic to let the old man know just who he is dealing with. "Now do not worry headmaster, I will not hinder the boy from coming to school here. I know there are things I cannot teach him, but know that with or without your permission, I will be taking Harry far from those muggles." Having said all he needed to say Robin Goodfellow, the half human half fairy known as Puck the trickster king left; a stuttering Dumbledore needing a change of pants and almost having a heart attack.
The next day
Puck went to number four Privet Drive early in the morning. He transformed into a smaller version of himself, he was about three feet tall now, and apparated into the cupboard under the stairs. He sat next to the little boy curled up on an old thin mattress with a moth eaten blanket over him in clothes that where obviously too big for him. On some sixth sense this young boy awoke, his messy black hair jostled as he sat up and groped around for the light and his glasses. When he got both on he almost gasped, but puck held a finger to the boy's mouth.
"Hello Harry, my name is Robin Puck Goodfellow, now when I remove my finger I want you to promise you won't scream, can you do that?" the fairy said happily, his hair having turned bright yellow. Harry nodded. If he did scream he knew uncle Vernon would beat him for waking them up to early. Puck removed his finger from the boy's mouth and smiled.
Harry cocked his head to the side and said, "Why are you here Mr. Goodfellow sir? If my uncle or aunt find you they'll hit you."
"I'm here to take you away from these muggles, they are evil and don't deserve to be taking care of such a boy as you." Robin said honestly.
The lights in Harry's eyes shown like bright stars on a clear night, he would finally be able to be free of his aunt and uncle. Then something dawned on him, "But why?"
"I'm an old friend of your father's. Now come on let's go." He held out his hand for the boy to grab hold of. It was all up to Harry now.
A/N: hope you all liked the first chapter, I will have a picture of Puck on my profile soon, feel free to review and leave good long comments, not just 'good start' or 'cool' it annoys me.