It was dawn in Gongmen City, and boat wreckage littered the river and harbor. A large panda and a tigress, both still quite damp, sit together on the edge of a dock as they contemplate their victory.
The tigress glances at her panda companion and back at the water before speaking. "Good job, Po."
The panda, Po, looks at her in shock for a moment before replying. "Thanks, Tigress." He takes a moment and breathes deeply before sighing quietly. "I'm just glad everyone is alive. Well... almost everyone, that is." He says, referring to the late Lord Shen.
The two relax a bit, sitting back and enjoying what's left of the sunrise. They sit there for a few minutes, but then Tigress's ear twitches. She looks around for any sort of disturbance, but doesn't see anything. Po notices her looking around, and asks "What's the matter, Tigress?"
"Be quiet. I thought I heard something." She tells him. They wait in silence for a few moments. Then they hear something: a very quiet whimpering noise.
"It kinda sounds like a little kid." Po says to his companion, hearing the quiet noise again. "We should check it out."
"Yes Po. Now if you could just be quiet so I could find the child..." Tigress trails off, listening for the sound again.
"Oh, right." The panda says.
They hear the whimper again. "It's coming from over there, in that alleyway." Tigress quietly informs Po, noticing a small, oddly-shaped bundle. "But be very quiet, we don't want to frighten it."
The two carefully approach the small, whimpering bundle covered by a wide tarp. Po, being the cuddlier of the two, leans closer and pulls the tarp off of the child's form. At first the panda is confused, because all he sees is more fabric, but then he realizes it's the child's clothing. The two crouch down near the child, and tigress gasps.
"What?!" asks Po, worried.
"Master Oogway…" Tigress whispers.
"Huh?"
"Po, this child is a tortoise… like… like Master Oogway." She says, paw to her mouth in surprise. "But Master Oogway said he was already at least two thousand years old when he created Kung Fu. He told us that he came from a faraway island."
"Okay… So?" Po asks.
"So how did this little one get here?" Tigress examined the small tortoise more closely, noticing the child's injuries and poor health. "He appears to be completely alone and… and hurt." She said, her voice breaking on the last word.
Po frowned. Who would hurt a child, and why? He thought for a moment, and then got a scrunched expression on his face. "Tigress, the must be really young. He looks like he's about six years old. Why would someone hurt him? Kidnappers don't hurt usually hurt the kid they took; they wouldn't get ransom money that way. Who would do this?"
Tigress looked at him sadly. "There's a name for adults who hurt children. Sometimes it's a parent, birth or adopted, sometimes it's another family member, sometimes… sometimes it's the people who work in orphanages." She said with a low growl. "When an adult hurts a child, physically or emotionally, they are child abusers."
Po was very unhappy. Hurting a child intentionally was the most evil thing someone could do. His expression softening, Po leaned down and scooped up the small tortoise. Holding the little one securely in his arms, He looked at the cloth covering the child. It was a dark gray piece of silk, carefully embroidered around the edges with beautiful vines, and a large, emerald green dragon in the middle, positioned on the little one's back. There was also a name sown onto one corner, which he showed to tigress: Harry James Potter. So his name is Harry.
The small tortoise squirmed slightly and whimpered. "We'll take care of you, Harry. Don't worry." The panda soothed, calming the child the still sleeping child.
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