Harlan Roberts Orphanage

3 months later…

He watches with discouragement the joy of the other children of the orphanage with the expectations of the lady that have announced that she wanted to adopt. Harry, on the other hand was not as excited as them. After the fifth family given him up in this past two years, being one of them his own blood, he just give up and accept that he was on his own. All the kids that were considered by the lady were in the living room with them. All dressed in their best outfit, with their best smile, except for him.

"Come on, Harry!" Say a petit young girl trying to cheer Harry up. Clara, was the youngest kid in the room, with the age of 6, she had straight dark hair, hazel eyes and a tanned skin. "You have to be kind and smile, she might like you."

"I have no chance!" Harry says, petted her hair with a sad smile. "She will like you. And take you." The girl smiles back at him and run to the other side of the room to talk a little with other children.

He relax on the couch and look at the window. And sighs.

She was at the office of Mrs. Lucas, hearing the lasts recommendations of the old lady. But her mind could not pay any attention to the lady, not now that she was so close to get the guardianship of the son of her sister. She was also excited and nervous with the perspective of being a mother again. The fear of the failing weighing her shoulder.

"So, are you ready to know the kids?" Ask a happy Mrs. Lucas. She takes a deep breath, putting all her hesitation aside and smiles brightly.

"Yes, I'm ready!"

When the door was open all the children turns to its way, with expectation — even Harry. With Mrs. Lucas, was a young woman, Harry judge something around the late 20's. She had a strawberry blonde curly hair; half of it tied up and half down, falling like a cascade of fire in her back. Her eyes were blue like sky, and her skin was smooth white. She was tall and elegant, and one of the most beautiful woman Harry had ever saw.

For the first time he had actually being excited about this meeting. After all, that woman looks a lots like his deceased mother, that he only had knew for photography. The woman was smiling at them while scanning the room. Harry didn't actually hear anything that Mrs Lucas had told them before sits in a corner to observe the interaction between the woman and the kids. The redhead lady walks to the center of the room, and sits on a armchair while starting a conversation with the kids.

"Mrs. West, what is your profession?" Ask one of them.

"Mine? Well… Actually I'm a lawyer, but I used to be a history and math teacher at a high school near my house. But, what do you like to do?" She questions back.

A smooth conversation has fluid with them. But her eyes, time to time would turn to the boy. Son of her once lost sister. Looking at him, she was slightly wary: the boy was too skinny and silent, and the scar. And the scar in his forehead, she could feel the magic and power in that even at distance. When the hour of collective conversation have finished Mrs. Lucas had put her in a room with a two chairs and a table between them, the room was quite comfortable. To don't raise suspicion, she had enlisted three names from the kids on the living room, so she could talk to them in private. And after the two firsts, was now Harry's time. When Harry enters the room, he was quite shy.

"You don't need to fear me, I don't bite!" She said with humor and watch as his cheeks turns in pink. "Come on, why don't you sit down?" He sits across her, shyly. She smiles at him. "You don't have speak much in the living room, why?"

"You were already entertaining with the others, and you seem to enjoy them, so I…"

"So you thought that I didn't want to know you too?" The boy nod, silently. And she giggles. "Actually you are the one that I really have wanted to meet." The boy frowns. "Do you like here?"

"Mrs. Lucas is kind, but Ms. Young is too rigorous, but fair. The kids are ok, for me"

"But do you like to live here?" The boy deny and she lets a resigned sigh. "They said that strange things happen when you are around!"

"I'm not crazy!" Protest the boy, with a sad look. The sudden fear of being take to a madhouse emerged from nowhere.

"Nor a freak." She puts on a smile. "You are special, in a way that they don't understand." Seeing his frightened look, she takes of the necklace she was wearing and puts on the center of the table, and without moving even one finger the necklace started to float. The frightened look transforms into an amazed one and she smiles.

"You are like me?" He questions as the necklace floats to his way.

"Not quite. I have full control of my power, you don't. Things happen when you are around, it's your doing, but not your fault. Harry, you are a way too young to take control your magic, so it simply happens."

"Magic?"

"Yes, Harry, do you want to learn it? Do you want to get out of here? And mostly important, do you want a family?" The boy frowns again, hesitating. "This is what I am offering you! Do you want it?"

"Yes, I want, Mrs. West!" She lets out the breath that she didn't know she was holding and smiles, brightly and genuine.

"Then, you can stop calling me Mrs. West. If you are not comfortable in calling me mother, you can call me by my given name: Zelena."