Disclaimers:
1. I do not own either movies or books.
2. Timeline alteration
3. Slight AU for both
4. "hello"-english
"hello"- french
A raindrop woke Harry, rubbing the sleep from his eyes, Harry looked around bewildered, 'where?', "Uncle Vernon?" Harry stood up, frantically searching for his uncle in the alley he was in, only to find his pack with a piece of paper on top. Picking up the paper, then the bag to place it on his back, he look at the paper, only to see the four words that sealed his fate.
You're on your own.
Harry stood in that alley, staring at those words for who knows how long, it wasn't until the rain began to pour did Harry move, putting the paper in his pant pocket and began his search for shelter.
It didn't take Harry long to realize how much trouble he was in. He couldn't understand a word the man selling the paper was yelling, or read any of the signs on...well anything.
It wasn't long until Harry was found by man, Inspector Pâté, and by then Harry was completely distressed due to the langue barrier, following the kind man who spoke in gentle voice, even through Harry didn't understand a single word. It was about five minutes later, when Harry's magic made itself know.
"It's okay, the orphanage is filled with nice kids, warms beds," Pâté said, astonished Harry looked up at the man, 'I can understand him.'
"Every Sunday they make a trip to the Church," Pâté continued, not notices Harry had stopped following him.
Harry's astonishment had faded into terror, he remembered what his uncle had told him about orphanages, and what would happen to him once they found out he was freak, and when Pâté mentioned the Church, he paled, 'They already know!'
"The man in charge of the -
Harry began to back a way, his uncle told him if a woman was in charge of the orphanage, he would be beat, caned, and dragged to the Church every Sunday to be burn by holy water or crosses, but a man, a man was much worse, he'll be locked away and would never see the light of day again. Making sure the man wasn't paying any attention to himself, Harry darted into an alley.
"Well little boy, if you ever need someone to talk to," Pâté started, looking down next to him, "Little boy?" Harry was gone, "Little boy?!" Pâté looked around frantically, asking anyone and everyone, if they had seen the little boy that was with him. No one had seen anything, but had promised to keep an eye out. Thanking the last person he had asked, he made his way back to the station.
Harry was slightly happier now that he could understand everyone and read...as much as a four year old could. He had been wondering around for hours, looking around for possible shelters to take cover in, incase of more rain or that man who wanted to take him to the orphanage. Stopping in front of a cinema, it wasn't the posters of the movies they were show, but a single purple flower at the box office.
"Pretty," Harry stood at the side of the box office, trying to get a closer look at the flower, and most likely to get sniff.
"Hello," a female voice came from behind Harry, causing him to flinch, and fall flat on his behind, "oh, are you okay?" Harry turned toward the voice to see a rather small woman with dark hair and eyes, her hair up in a bun, a pair glass over her eyes, and dressed in a purple dress. Nodding a yes, the gave a sigh of relief, before asking "What were doing?"
"I was," Harry stared at his over sized shoes,"trying to get a closer look at the flower," he whispered, "and maybe smell it," he confessed.
"Really?" the woman asked, "most little boy don't like flowers," she stepped closer to Harry, and the flower.
"I do like flowers," Harry looked up the woman, "my aunt Petunia, makes me do a lot of chores, but I really like taking of her flowers."
The woman smiled, before picking up the potted flower, "what do you like about flowers?" she set the plant in front Harry, who immediately came closer.
"I like how pretty they look," Harry took a sniff, "and how nice they smell."
"So do I," the woman placed the flower back to where it once was, "well my name is Maud," she smiled, "are you here with your aunt?" Harry looked back at shoe, before shaking his head 'no'.
"I have to go now," Harry said quickly, before running off.
Walking around a bit more, taking in the limited sights, like the strange truck with a sunflower painted on its side, and it strange driver who wore a coat that looked a lot like straw. Later he saw a giant glass house, that had him tempted to sneak a peek in, before the sunflower truck drove in front of it, of course, and decided against it. He wondered around for a bit more, before seeing a building with a giant bird cage on top with a bird on top of the cage instead of in it, the building was called 'The Rare Bird', walking closer he heard singing.
La Seine, La Seine, La Seine
I hear the moon singing a tune
Wanting to see the singer, Harry checked the door, it was opened. Taking a quick glance around, no one was around so, he poked his head in, repeated what he did outside, and found it was clear.
La Seine, La Seine, La Seine
Is she divine? Is it the wine?
Following the voice, Harry found himself in, what he thought, was a giant dining room, like the one at the hotel. Looking toward the voice, he saw a woman dressed in white, with deep red hair, and olive green eyes, but what really caught his eye was the pair of white wings on her back.
La Seine, La Seine, La Seine
'An angel,' Harry thought.
"What do you think you're doing here you little brat?" startled Harry look behind to see a blond man with a giant nose, reaching for him. Ducking between the man narrow legs, Harry ran out the door, into a nearby alley and behind a large stack of old champagne crates, "where'd you go you little pest," the man stood in front of the crates, "Whatever," he huffed, walking back into the building. After waiting a while, Harry walking out from behind the crates, and soon noticed the load of junk in the alley, 'maybe I could hide here for tonight.' Quickly Harry went through the junk, finding loads of old tattered cloths that could have been clothes, which Harry had piled together, and found, what he had deemed the 'perfect' sleeping spot. It was the only dry spot in the entire alley, it was covered by the remains of what was a large crate, only three sides remained and were still intact, there was also an old curtain, by the looks of it, hanging off it, the 'perfect' makeshift door Harry. Pushing the curtain aside Harry found a hoard of smaller boxes and other junk, sorting through the junk Harry found some more cloth for his new bed, even another curtain he could use as a blanket, puting the unneeded junk and boxes aside, he began to make his new bed, that when finished looked more like a nest. Happy with his shelter, Harry fixed the curtain door, so it would keep out as much wind as possible, ate half of one his sandwiches, drank a little water, and tucked himself into bed, slowly falling asleep a song began to fill the alley.
She's resplendent, so confident
La Seine, La Seine, La Seine
'It's the angel,' Harry thought curling up into a ball, sighing happily, 'maybe she sing every night.'
I don't know, don't know, so don't ask me why
That's how we are, the Seine and I
Yawning, Harry slowly fell asleep, his last thought before falling completely asleep, ' Maybe this can be my new home.' Harry for the first time since his parents died, slept with a smile on his face and a lullaby to listen to.
I don't know, don't know, so don't ask me why
That's how we are, the Seine and I
There's chapter 2, and I hope you all enjoyed. Please review, comment, ask questions, give ideas, anything really. I'll do my best to update weekly.
