Author's Note: Hi! I promised a new chapter so here it is. I hope you all like this chapter!

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter… duh!

Thanks to Katlyn (Thanks for telling me about the whole 'mum' 'mom' thing. I know that English people say mum instead of mom but I guess it must have slipped my mind when I wrote the first chapter. I've already corrected the mistake but it might take a while to show up in the first chapter), Elisandra1(Well… I changed the name because I was getting tired of Kristy because no last name really went well with it. I changed Cole's name because I didn't like the sound of Cole and Contessa. It didn't sound right to me, lol.), Brigitte ( Lol, thanks for the review! It still surprises me anyone would beg me for my stories…), DemonRogue, driven to insanity (I hate the Dursleys too…. Grrr… lol.), HecateDeMort, and angelkitty77 for reviewing… I LOVE YOU GUYS!

Chapter Two: Sappy Moments

Contessa Lamia walked calmly down the brightly lit corridor of the children's ward in Surrey's Medical Center. Nodding pleasantly to her colleagues as she passed then, Contessa inwardly smirked at the shocked expression on their faces. Even a 'frigid bitch' as they put it, could be polite.

Anyone who saw her would think her nothing more than another doctor… not someone who was about to commit a serious felony. A serious felony that could land her a life sentence in one of Britain's many jails… or in Azkaban.

Honestly, she didn't why she was doing this. Mikael was a cute kid, that much was true, but was he really worth the risk of getting a life sentence with Dementors? She'd heard of that man, Albus Dumbledore, and knew that if he even got a whiff of what she was doing, she'd be sharing a cell with Sirius Black. Ever since Contessa had become a pediatrician, she'd took an almost unnatural concern and care with her little patients.

Maybe it had something to do with the fact that she specialized in abuse cases, and all the children who she treated had been hurt by the people who were supposed to love them the most. Or maybe it had something to do with the fact that she knew what it was like to be abused by family, even if it wasn't physical… she knew what it was like to not be loved.

Even though Contessa might have been cruel to adults, she never had the heart to be cruel to children. But what made Mikael so different from all the other patients that she'd treated? Well, maybe it was the fact that he had absolutely no one. His parents were dead, his godfather in jail for assisting with their murder, and his only living relatives did want him. If she were to leave him in an orphanage, he would eventually be found by the wrong people in the wizarding community.

That was another reason that Mikael was different from all the other patients that had been under her care. He was the boy-who-lived… he was Harry Potter. Harry Potter, who had defeated one the greatest dark lords ever known when he was barely out of his mother's womb for a year.

Harry Potter who was worshipped by the wizarding community for something he had no control over. Harry Potter who would be manipulated for other people's uses and discarded after his duty was done. No one would treat the boy fairly, no one would look out for his best interest before their own.

He need someone in the world he could trust. Some one who would tell him the truth about Voldemort, about the world. Someone who would teach him how to survive, and how to be strong. Some who would never, hurt or lie to him. He need her.

No one had ever truly needed her… not even Richard. It is a strange feeling to be needed, but not at all an unpleasant one, she could help but think. Contessa didn't know much about being a parent but she would try her best. When Harry got a little older… she would explain everything. About Voldemort, his real parents, Sirius Black… everything.

But not now… first she would give him time to adjust, perhaps a year or so. For a while, he could be Mikael.

She opened the locked door to the records office with a quick, "Alohamora," and located Mikael's files.

"Inferno." She whispered, smiling in satisfaction as the papers slowly burned away to nothing. Then, murmuring locking, silencing, and repelling charms on the door, Contessa began to chant an very old spell one of her professors had taught her. After a few minutes, she opened her eyes and sighed a little. In a few hours, no one in this place would have any recollection of her or Mikael.

She left the place she had spent years of her life in with a smirk. She'd really missed being a badass witch.

Apparating into her house, Contessa was surprised at the sight that greet her eye. Mikael was on stool next to the kitchen counter… scrubbing. Contessa watched almost in slow motion as the stool began to topple over. Moving quick she caught the boy before he could hit the floor.

"Mikael! What on earth did you think you were doing?" Contessa cried out, the boy had nearly scared her half to death when he almost fell. He was still a bit sick and he shouldn't have been anywhere near that stool.

"I-I sorry! I didn't mean to fall! Don't hit me! I promise next time I clean-" Contessa stopped the boy's babble and sat him on the kitchen table.

"Mikael, calm down…. that's it. No one is going to hurt you. Look at me." The boy slowly lifted his head to stare into the clear blue eyes he'd come to trust in such a short amount of time. "I will NEVER ever raise a hand to you, Mikael. When I promised to take you in, I meant I would protect you from anyone who might what to harm you. Nothing you do, no matter how bad you may think it is, would make me mad enough to hurt you. And, I don't want you to ever clean in my absence ever again. I don't want to take care of you so that you can be my personal slave and clean up after me. That's not your job."

Contessa watched with a bit of sadness at how the boy's face contorted with confusion. Had Mikael really been taught he was nothing more but a whipping boy and a house elf? "Oh… but what is my job?"

"Job? What on earth do you mean Mikael?"

"I- but I need-" Mikael seemed to have a difficulty saying what he wanted to. Contessa realized after a moment that the boy was scared.

Once again she tried to reassure Mikael. "Mikael, whatever you have to tell me won't make me mad. I promise."

The boy seemed to still be uncertain. "P-Promise you won't be really mad?"

Smiling softly, she nodded. "O-Okay… well, if I can't clean what's my job? I-I mean, so you'll keep me?"

It took a moment for Contessa to understand what Mikael meant… but when she did finally comprehend what the boy was saying, she was shocked. Mikael thought he had to pay (so to speak) his way into her life. He thought he had to work for her to keep him!

Once again her raged flared up and she found herself wishing she'd have a chance to meet the Dursleys in a dark alley one day.

"Mikael, all you have to do for me to 'keep' you is to be yourself."

"But what if you don't like me anymore?"

"That will never happen. And, if you think that I ever don't like you, you can kick my arse right an' proper for upsetting you."

Mikael's small body shook slightly as he began to giggle softly. Perplexed, Contessa went over what she said that might have been funny. Suddenly Mikael burst out, "Mum, you said a bad word!"

She laughed slightly realizing that she had a slip of the tongue before pausing for a moment. What had Mikael just called her? Mum?

"I- Mikael… it probably would be best if you didn't call me that. Mum, I mean. Honestly, as much as I wish it weren't true, I'm not your birth mum."

Mikael's eyes once again shown with confusion as he said, "But, you take care of me. Isn't that what a mummy does? I want t-to call you that… you don't want to be my mum?"

"Of course I do! You can call me whatever you want, even mum… but only if you want to."

A small smile curled on the boy's lips. "I want to."

Contessa smiled back, but truthfully she felt a little out of place in this sappy moment. She never did sappy well.

"Well!" Contessa said a little loudly. "We better get ready for our move!"

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