The sun rose over forest, breaking into the hotel room where our protagonists were sleeping. Little Harry, used to waking up early, began to stir, finding himself in someone's arms. He began to struggle and shake, forgetting where he was. This went on for a second before the person holding him kisses his head.

"Shh... Honey it's early..."

Harry's eyes widened when he remembered...It was over. His suffering had come to an abrupt, satisfying end... Miss Cynthia...No...Mommy was holding him.

Overcome with a feeling of joy, tears sprang to his eyes and he turned around, burying his face into her chest and began to cry softly. Cynthia was still out of it though, so she simply rubbed his back and whispered calming gibberish into his ear.

"There there... We're okay..."

Harry was trying to force himself to be calm...but he was so overcome with joy. He was finally loved. He was being held, and he was sleeping in a bed, and he got to eat, and it was all too good to be true...Part of him was terrified that it was all a dream, and he would wake up back in his cupboard and get his daily beating again...

Cynthia came too and realized he was crying! She picked him up while sitting up and set him in her lap. "Honey? Harry what's wrong?"

Harry looked up at her, and she saw the big smile on his face. "M-Mommy..." He said softly. "I finally have a mommy..." Cynthia, relieved, simply grinned widely, picking up the little one and spinning him around, making him giggle through his tears.

"Who's mamas little boy?" She cooed.

"Me!" He called out joyously.

"That's right!" Cynthia exclaimed, just as enthusiastically as she brought him down and rubbed her nose against his. "You!" Harry went into another giggle fit, being happier than he'd ever been. Cynthia took in a wiff of his hair and internally hacked. Her little boy smelled awful! She'd have to give him a bath. "Harry how about we give you a bath then go and get breakfast?"

Harry nodded, not sure what a bath was. "Mommy, what's a bath?" He asked, looking into his mother's warm, loving eyes.

Cynthia, blinking to get rid of the initial shock, adopted a smile, "Harry a bath is what happens when you get dirty. It makes you clean and happy."

Harry nodded, choosing not to question her. He knew his mommy wouldn't hurt him. She was too sweet and gentle to try to hurt him... So his Mommy set him down in the bathroom, telling him to take off his clothes, which he did while she wasn't looking and filling up the bath with warm water, doing so with magic.

Harry instinctively flinched when he saw the water. He remembered when his uncle would try to drown him in scalding hot water only for the freaky stuff to teleport him to safety...

He felt Cynthia rub his head comfortingly, setting him down inside it and wincing at his scars. She got to work washing his hair and was surprised when Harry did nothing in the tub except shake. Eventually when she rinsed his head, some soap went into his eyes and he yelped.

"EEK! SORRY! I'M SO SORRY, BABY!" Cynthia exclaimed as she grabbed a cloth. "I DIDN'T MEAN IT!" Harry teared up a bit, but nodded. Cynthia groaned, getting the soap out and hugging the little one, who snuggled into her before finishing cleaning him off and getting him dressed in his rags.

"Hmm... That won't do." She said, carrying the little guy on her hip.

Harry looked up at his mommy with wide eyes. "What is it, mommy?" He asked innocently. Cynthia giggled.

"You need new clothes, honey." She replied.

"But isn't this all I need?"

Cynthia shook her head and kissed his nose.

"No honey. You need lots of clothes." She said tapping his nose. "Tons and tons and tons." She explained. "That way you'll always have something nice to wear. Doesn't that sound nice?" She tilted her head and smiled with a giggle. Harry nodded as his mother carried him down to breakfast. When they say, Harry was scared of all the larger people and whimpered. Cynthia noticed this and acted quickly.

"Heeeey...C'mon, don't be scared. They're just people, they won't bite." She cooed softly as she rocked him back and forth. Harry, still scared, scotched closer to her to the point he was in her lap, which Cynthia didn't mind. When the waitress came up to order, Harry didn't know what to do. Cynthia looked down at him with a tilted head, then smiled at the waitress. She would order her baby's food for him, since he was so shy and quiet. "He'll just have the eggs and bacon." She told her.

"Aww your son is so cute!" The waitress commented, causing Harry to blush.

"I...I'm not that cute..." He mumbled in embarassment. "I...I'm okay, I guess..." Cynthia and the waitress squeeled, causing Harry to get even more confused. Cynthia placed her order, and the waitress went off.

"Make sure you bring him lots of bacon!" She called after her. "The little cutie needs some food in his tummy!"

The waitress called back , "okay!" And Cynthia began to play peekaboo with Harry, making him giggle every time. The townsfolk were confused as to why the traveling hero had a child.

Cynthia turned to see the people looking at her, and tilted her head with a frown. "What? Just because I'm kind of famous around here doesn't mean I can't adopt!" She protested. They turned away, resuming their meals. But Cynthia picked up some conversation of a fat man being found in the woods. She couldn't pick up if he was alive, but she couldn't care. He wasn't going to harm HER little Harry. Not while she was around. Until she could confirm the fat mans death, she wouldn't let Harry leave her sight. She went back to peek a boo.

"Aaand... Peekaboo!"

"Teeheehee!" Harry laughed, Cynthia loved him with all her heart. He was so adorable and cuddly and tiny... So without another thought she scooped him up, nibbling on his neck while tickling him.

"Oooooh I could eat you up! Omnomnomnom!" she cooed, further making Harry laugh.

Finally their food arrived and the waitress further cooed.

"You guys are so adorable..."

Cynthia blushed and held Harry closer in her lap. "Well, I wanna be a good mom, so I'm just playing with him, no biggie..." The waitress grinned, setting their food down and ruffling Harry's hair before leaving. Cynthia cut up a steak and held it up to Harry's lips. He opened his mouth and Cynthia spoon fed him for a little bit before going back to cuddling him. "Now try some of your bacon, honey." She chirped, spearing a forkful of bacon with one arm and gently placing it into Harry's mouth. Harry grew quiet after taking a bite, and Cynthia grew worried. She rubbed his head and got down to his level. "Sweetie? Are you alright?" she studied his face and after a moment Harry began to smile.

"I'm fine, mommy." He replied softly. "Just fine." Cynthia shot him a smile and picked him up, since they had both finished and carried him out of the inn to go clothes shopping. Harry had been walking next to her, reaching up to hold her hand, when a Pegasus ran quickly past, scaring little Harry into jumping back.

Cynthia giggled and patted his head. "Aw, don't be scared, honey. Just a pegasus. Nothing to be afraid of."

"I-t's not that... it was... it was loud..." he whimpered, hiding in the crook of her knee. Cynthia bent down and rubbed his head, trying to calm him down.

'So my little swordsman doesn't like loud noises...' "Don't worry, honey. Mama'll keep the big scary noises away from you, kay?" She asked, grinning reassuringly.

"Y-you promise?" He whispered.

"Mama's honor." She says, picking him up and holding his head against her chest and covering his other ear. Harry smiled at the familiar, soothing sound of his mother's wonderful heartbeat...

As soon as they hit Anna's shop, he has been lulled to sleep, drained and full. Cynthia noticed her little one had passed out and she groaned. "Harry beary..." She pouted. "Shoot, why do I have to be so comfy?! I need to get his opinion on the clothes, but I don't wanna wake him...He's sooooo cute when he's sleeping..." Her eyes brightened and she gasped. "Ooh! He needs some jammies!"

"Hello there!" A girlish voice called from behind her. Cynthia turned to see Anna, observing him with a smirk.

Cynthia sighed. "Hi, Anna...I...uh...need to buy clothes... And some really cute jammies." Quick as a flash, Anna had swiped the little one from her arms and was gushing over how cute he was in a corner. Cynthia swiped her Harry back and glared at Anna.

"Okay okay... Here, I have a secret that can get clothes in him quickly..." Cynthia blinked as Anna gently took Harry and placed him in a chair. She turned to the proud mother with a smirk. "Observe." She got to work, and in a blur of movement, little Harry was now dressed in a pair of footed pajamas.

Cynthia and Anna squeed for a moment before Anna repeated the proccess multiple times, until there was a large array of outfits for Harry. Cynthia was astounded how quickly the whole thing had gone by. She turned to Anna.

"Show me your ways, master..."Anna grinned, repeating the process to show her the ropes before Harry began to stir.

"Mm... Mama?" He asked , a little out of it.

"Hey baby! C'mon over we're done shopping." Harry sleepily stumbled over next to Cynthia, who rubbed his tired head. She thanked Anna before leaving the shop. But not before Anna caught Harry off guard and hugged him like a teddy bear. With two bags of clothes in one hand and a tiny child in the other, Cynthia headed back to the Inn. She smiled down at Harry. "So, we have new clothes for you just in time for lunch." She said. "Are you hungry?" Little Harry shook his tiny head against her shoulder. Cynthia kissed his forehead and replied, "Okay, but tell me if you're hungry okay?" To which he nodded. "Good Boy." She sat down on a rocking chair that was kept in her inn room."Want me to tell you a story?" she asked.

Harry nodded, resting against her chest. And so Cynthia launched into her tale of how she came from the future, referring to herself as, The Heroine, and her father and mother as father and mother. She noticed Harry had fallen asleep as she got halfway through the story. She giggled as she gently tucked him in for his nap. She would finish the story after supper...