I don't own Harry Potter or Chris d'Lacey's books. I'm just messing around with the plots for now...XD

Chapter 2: Found

Elizabeth "Liz" Pennykettle places the kettle on her burner while tilting her head towards the listener dragon top of fridge. Its violet eyes flicker towards the front door while Liz hears the rugged sound of someone breathing. A deep swallow to settle her sudden thudding heart she crosses the kitchen to the door, praying that her five year old daughter, Lucy, wouldn't waken for now.

Upon opening the door she stares at the blood soaked boy with her stomach clenching at the horrific site. Shakily reaching down she spots the letter and in a split second decision stuffs it in her pocket before glancing over the tiny child in concern. Seeing no head injuries she carefully kneels down and picks up the boy and carries him into the house.

A swift swing with her ankle closes the door and blocking the view from prying neighbors. A groan from the unknown child startles the dragon who had been dusting a nearby shelf. The dragon freezes as the boy's eyes flicker open to reveal startling green eyes foggy with pain as he croaks out in fear, "Where am I? Who are you?"

"My name is Liz Pennykettle and you're in Wayward Crescent, Scubberly Massachusetts." Liz explains patiently while setting him down on the counter and rushes over to the kitchen sink.

"Why am I here?" Harry whispers as he eyes Liz ring out a fresh dishcloth before moving to face him. Her eyes catch his and his breath hitches at the very eyes of the woman he had seen in his dreams for almost two years.

"You were left here, I believe. I found you outside my door just a few minutes ago." Liz states calmly while carefully wiping the blood from his face, noticing with a sad frown as he flinches at her touch.

Silence lingers as she carefully places the cloth in the sink and asks softly, "Who are your parents, child? And what's your name?"

"My name is Harry Potter. And I only know that my mom was Lily Potter nee Evans because Aunt Petunia got tired of me constantly asking about them." Harry looks away from her with a small sigh. "What will happen with me now?"

Liz stares at Harry in sheer shock. Lily Evans? Her sister had a child...why hadn't she had known? Heart clenching she murmurs, "Lily was my younger sister. I moved to the states with my Aunt at thirteen. I lost contact when Lily was seventeen but I believe she was dating your father, James Potter. As for now, I think it would be wise if you slept. You need some energy when you get up."

Stealing a glance at this woman he tentatively questions, "So does that make you my Aunt?" The fear quickly returns as he waits almost afraid for the answer.

"Well, yes, but whatever Petunia and her whale of a husband did to you won't happen here." Liz firmly states. The nagging feeling she should read the letter and about just how her new found nephew got those injuries causes her to tenderly take his hand and lead him to her bedroom. "You can sleep in my bed till you wake up and then I'll fix a place for you to sleep. Alright?"

He nods as he slips inside the room and shuts the door behind him. Hovering outside the door for a few moments she hears the faint movement of springs and begins heading downstairs as she hears Lucy call out to her, "Mommy, where are you?"

"I'm up here by the Dragon's Den, Lucy. And try to keep it to a moderate tone we have a guest sleeping." Liz chides her child softly with a small smile as Lucy hugs her tightly in excitement.

"Today is the first day of school, do you think the kids will like me?" Lucy self consciously worries while biting her lip.

"Of course they will. Now let's get breakfast started." Liz ushers her daughter out of the hallway, letter forgotten in her pocket as her hands steer the energetic five year old to the kitchen.

Door shutting a tad loudly allows Liz to sigh with relief. Placing the last of the plates into the dishwasher she carefully takes out the letter and examines the outside closely. It had her name in what she notices is her sister, Petunia's, handwriting. Stomach dropping slightly she opens the folds to read the letter concerning most likely the young boy upstairs.

Dear Liz,

Unable to keep this a secret any longer I have decided to tell you that our sister, Lily Potter, has died leaving her son in my care for the past five years. Her son, Harry Potter, was only a year old and because of this he had been placed on my doorstep due to the fact no one knew Lily had another sister, you. I can no longer take care of him and so I hope that you will be able to do what I have not. Please, give Harry a life he deserves and not the abuse my husband has decided he deserves. Forgive me, Liz, for not telling you of this but Harry wasn't the only one Vernon used. Soon, I will be free from him but please give Harry my regards and I hope you will take him in. I believe he may be able to do the things you and Lily can do so I hope you will find it in your heart to care for our nephew.

Sincerely,

Petunia Dursley

Tears fall to the paper. Hands shaking Liz buried her face in her arms as she weeps over the loss of her younger sister and of the cruel fate of the child asleep upstairs. Thoughts jumbling in her head she smiles in thanks as a young dragon places a tissue in her hand and with a sob she whispers hoarsely, "Don't worry, Lily. I will watch over your child...now my child."

Composing herself she staggers lightly over to the phone and begins to dial while glancing over to the direction of her room with a sigh. Upon hearing the voice of a woman speaking, she begins to speak, strongly determined, "Yes, I have a request to gain guardianship over my nephew, please?"

Author's Note: Hope you enjoy and please Read and Review! ^^