Title: Lost and Found.
Summary: Rosalie finds a small neglected child in Surrey, one night, in 1984, and decides to take him home with her. Little do any of them know how that one act will change so much. An AU in which Harry James Potter is raised by the Cullen's.
Disclaimer: I own nothing familiar – Harry Potter and Twilight are not mine.
AN: So, this story is going to be selections of small – sometimes larger – one shots, all linked together. I started penning it, randomly, nothing serious, one day, and decided "why not?" Let me know if you find the one-shot-ness annoying? And also if you think it's rushed? Thanks :)
1
Rosalie had never wanted much in her mortal life – admittedly, most who knew of that time frame would say that was because she'd had it all, back then, but to her that notion was neither here nor there. They were right, of course – she had had what most other people would covet; she had been immensely beautiful, powerfully rich and cunningly intelligent, and had – sadly, with hindsight – many a suiter clamouring for her attentions and affections. But she hadn't really cared for any of that – at least, not really. She'd had it and thoroughly appreciated it, but what she had wanted, so very much – what had mattered far more to her, than any of her riches, her golden hair or her quick mind – was having a good husband who would love and spoil her, and one who would give her a beautiful bouncing baby, who she, in turn, could love and spoil.
She had wanted that, those two singular things, with everything that she had been – and still wanted it, as impossible as it was with her unmoving ever-the-same immortal shell. She still craved it, still wanted that baby – that imagined dimpled child – that someone who she could raise, and love, and complement, and teach, and adore.
She still wanted it so badly, after 50 years, and it hurt – still and always – that she simply couldn't when others who didn't deserve the chance, that beautiful gift, got the opportunity and simply ruined it.
Or, worse still, those who neglected and abused it.
Those who purposely hurt.
"Oh, little one," She whispered, thoroughly heartbroken, as she stared down at the small crying messy haired boy, "who left you here?"
Who, she wondered, fiercely, has done this to you?