And now, ladies, gentlemen, and beings of suspicious origin, for our next cliché, the abandoned Harry fic. These are stories where, for whatever reason, the Dursley's dump Harry in a foreign country where Harry is raised by people that actually care about him. I've seen this happen quite a bit with crossovers where someone from a different series raises Harry. So I thought, what would happen if Harry was abandoned in America and found by Bree's family. This isn't so much a story as it is a collection of moments.
It all started one fall day in southern California, which, come to think of it, wasn't really all that different from any other day in southern California except that you might have to put on a sweater, maybe. Mrs. Smith had taken her six year old daughter to the local park. After a few minutes Bree was running back to where her mother was reading a book on a park bench. The girl was dragging a small boy with messy dark hair, vivid green eyes, and clothes that were several sizes too big for him by the hand.
"Mom, Harry's family abandoned him here two days ago. Can I keep him?" the excited little blond asked her stunned Mother.
Harry was taken to the hospital, police were called, as were Child protective Services. Bree's mother was shocked to find out that Harry was the same age as her daughter, they were even born in the same month! Harry looked at least a year younger than Bree, but his small size came from neglect and undernourishment, not from his age.
Eventually, the Smiths managed to adopt Harry. Bree was quite pleased that she got to "keep" Harry.
The two new siblings were inseparable, even more so when Harry joined Bree's class. Bree had been an outcast in her school because of her eccentric personality and tendency to talk about things (like TV shows, movies, etc.) that didn't exist.
Harry was the only member of the family to notice the latter of Bree's quirks. Whenever Harry managed to prove to Bree that the things she talked about didn't exist she would forget seconds later and continue on as if they did exist. Harry eventually gave up.
When they were nine Harry and Bree discovered that Harry could communicate with snakes during a visit to their Aunt's house. Their cousin had a pet ball python that complained rather loudly about the quality of his food. Namely that it was already dead.
The year they turned eleven they moved to England. Just when the last box had been unpacked an owl showed up carrying two letters. One letter was for Bree and the other was for Harry Potter. "Potter" being the name Harry had before he was adopted.
Mrs. Smith had been, understandably, shocked at the discovery that her children were magical. Mr. Smith, on the other hand, had just shrugged and said "Well, that explains a few things."
Harry sighed. They hadn't even arrived at their new (magic) school yet and Bree had already slapped someone. Granted, the person she had slapped was a pompous little bastard, it still wasn't the best start to the best way to start to the school year.
"I still think we should have kept the snake." Bree stated from her position in the hospital bed next to Harry's.
"The snake was a basilisk and it was trying to kill us." Harry pointed out.
"Still awesome." Bree replied.
"What did you do?" Harry hissed at his sister after her name came out as the fourth contestant for a tournament that was only supposed to have three competitors.
"No, seriously, what the hell did you do?" he said after his name came out as the fifth contestant.
"There are two of them." Percy stated as he stared at the two Bree's chatting animatedly across the room.
"Yeah." Said Harry.
"We're all doomed." Percy said in horror.
"Yeah." Harry said again.
And that's it, please leave a review.
