Between his parents dying and his Aunt and Uncle kicking him out of the house, Harry Potter had nowhere to go. Just as he was about to call the Knight Bus, some muggles came up to Harry, the Boy Who Lived, and asked what he was doing out on the streets at two in the morning. Trying to come up with an excuse, Harry accidentally started to blurt out the truth. He caught himself just in time, saying that the people he was living with abandoned him. The man there said, "Well, lucky you, my wife here and I are the owners of the London Orphanage. I expect you'll be coming with us." The way that he said that, not a question but a command, was not unlike that of Professors Dumbldore or McGonagall. Harry followed the couple onto a bus.
It was a short ride, only ten minutes or so. Harry couldn't think of any way to escape, except to run away. He didn't dare use magic in front of muggles! He decided to wait until he got to the orphanage. Wait-- Tom Riddle, young Voldemort, had gone to an orphanage. "Excuse me, sir?" Harry asked, "Do you know if there was ever a Tom Marvlo Riddle that went to your orphanage?" The man said something to his wife, who suddenly whirled around to stare at Harry. "Tom Riddle? Erm, no, why do you ask?" "Oh, I was, um, just wondering, he was, err, my mother's friend." Harry said, lying awfully. "Ahh." Said the man, looking relieved. Suddenly, he turned around again to face Harry. "Wait, what did you say your name was?" Just as he was about to say Neville Longbottom, he decided not to. If these people were who Harry thought they were, then, well... that wouldn't be the best move. "Charles, Charles Skitems." He said, remembering one of Dudly's revolting friends. The man never
responded, just said something to his wife and opened up a book. Harry, feeling tired decided to go to sleep. After about an hour, sleep decided to claim him.
~*~
When Harry woke up, he found himself being aroused by the couple. He was extremely tired, and his back hurt, too. He looked out the window and saw about thirty or so children, looking anxiously at the bus window. He had arrived.
There were two children in particular that Harry noticed, with flaming red hair and freckles. For a second, Harry thought he saw two of the Weaslys. But no, they wouldn't be at an orphanage. By looking around a bit more, Harry discovered that he must be one of the oldest people there. Most of the other children looked as though they were from the ages of nine to twelve. Although he was a bit short for his age, he looked a bit awkward next to all these people who were at least a head shorter than him.
But, he reminded himself of the situation that he was in. How would he ever escape? He could make a run for it now, but with his luggage weighing him down... No, that would be too risky. He would have to wait, and see how the day turned out.
He was brought almost immediately to the administrator's office. Harry was prodded to the front of the long line and brought into the office itself. The man there looked at him shortly, then the questions started.
"Name?"
"Har-Charles Skitems."
"Age?"
"Fifteen"
"Where did you live before you were brought here and with whom?"
"Erm-I lived on 15 Kent Ave. in London with, erm, my grandfather" Harry said, trying feebly to remember Hermione's address.
The questions continued on for about half an hour, until Harry's throat was hoarse. When they were done with the third degree, they brought Harry to a room of about fifteen bunk beds. The administrator with him pointed at two of the beds and said something that sounded like "They're not yet taken" but Harry couldn't be sure. Just as he was about to ask what the man said, he heard the slam of a door. He was alone.
~*~
Harry was a hard one to wake, the others noticed. After about five minutes of shaking him, a younger child pinched him on the arm- HARD. "Argh!" Said Harry as he woke with a start. Most of the children ran away in fear. They had never had someone so old at the orphanage before. Two of the bravest children, ones with red hair and freckles, came up to Harry and said shakily, "H-hello, sir, I'm Emily and this is Edward." As Harry grew more awake, he said groggily, "Oi, I'm ch-ch-Chaaaaaaaarrrls" Harry said with a big yawn.
"We know!" Chorused the two Weasly look-alikes. "Mrs. Schulmizz told us who you are. Are you really fifteen?" One of them, Emily, asked eagerly.
"Yes, I am fifteen, why do you ask?"
"Cuz all of us are nine, ten, eleven, and twelve. We hope they don't move you to the big kid's house!" Said Emily, hugging him.
"Yeah, we heard that you have to work for this guy, we didn't hear his name, and he makes you do all this bad stuff, and he hypnotizes you too, y'know, just like in scary movies!"
"Oh" Said Harry, seriously doubting that hypnotism ever existed. He was really pissed. All the other little kids didn't seem to understand that he needed to think about stuff, and to do that, he needed sleep. He decided to have a little patience, maybe one of these kids knows something that would help him get out.
Emily and Edward seemed to be his new little "buddies", following him around wherever he went. Fortunately for Harry, the bathroom wasn't the type with about ten stalls, but just a singular full bathroom. He used that as an excuse to think. After five minutes and fifty bangs on the door, Harry came back out. By that time, it was eight o'clock and time for the younger kids, aged nine and ten, to go to bed. Unfortunately, Emily and Edward were eleven, meaning that they could stay up until nine.
So, for an hour, Harry endured two shrill voices, trying to keep quiet, telling Harry all about the big bully at the orphanage. "And then, one time, he climbed out the window and almost got over the fence cuz he didn't wanna stay or go to the big kid's place." Said Edward.
"Yeah, and he-" Emily was caught off by Harry, who had made a peculiar noise, a squeak.
"You mean, he tried to escape?" The two nodded solemnly. "Can you show me where?"
"Sure! He went right-" Emily was caught of yet again, but this time by a woman who Harry guessed to be Mrs. Schulmizz. "Nine o'clock! All eleven and twelve year olds to their bunks! You, sir, right this way." She led him down a long, abandoned corridor into an old, abandoned room. When he got inside, he was shocked to see someone he knew.
Disclaimer: I own nada, except for the stuff that's mine, like Emily and Edward, and the plot.
It was a short ride, only ten minutes or so. Harry couldn't think of any way to escape, except to run away. He didn't dare use magic in front of muggles! He decided to wait until he got to the orphanage. Wait-- Tom Riddle, young Voldemort, had gone to an orphanage. "Excuse me, sir?" Harry asked, "Do you know if there was ever a Tom Marvlo Riddle that went to your orphanage?" The man said something to his wife, who suddenly whirled around to stare at Harry. "Tom Riddle? Erm, no, why do you ask?" "Oh, I was, um, just wondering, he was, err, my mother's friend." Harry said, lying awfully. "Ahh." Said the man, looking relieved. Suddenly, he turned around again to face Harry. "Wait, what did you say your name was?" Just as he was about to say Neville Longbottom, he decided not to. If these people were who Harry thought they were, then, well... that wouldn't be the best move. "Charles, Charles Skitems." He said, remembering one of Dudly's revolting friends. The man never
responded, just said something to his wife and opened up a book. Harry, feeling tired decided to go to sleep. After about an hour, sleep decided to claim him.
~*~
When Harry woke up, he found himself being aroused by the couple. He was extremely tired, and his back hurt, too. He looked out the window and saw about thirty or so children, looking anxiously at the bus window. He had arrived.
There were two children in particular that Harry noticed, with flaming red hair and freckles. For a second, Harry thought he saw two of the Weaslys. But no, they wouldn't be at an orphanage. By looking around a bit more, Harry discovered that he must be one of the oldest people there. Most of the other children looked as though they were from the ages of nine to twelve. Although he was a bit short for his age, he looked a bit awkward next to all these people who were at least a head shorter than him.
But, he reminded himself of the situation that he was in. How would he ever escape? He could make a run for it now, but with his luggage weighing him down... No, that would be too risky. He would have to wait, and see how the day turned out.
He was brought almost immediately to the administrator's office. Harry was prodded to the front of the long line and brought into the office itself. The man there looked at him shortly, then the questions started.
"Name?"
"Har-Charles Skitems."
"Age?"
"Fifteen"
"Where did you live before you were brought here and with whom?"
"Erm-I lived on 15 Kent Ave. in London with, erm, my grandfather" Harry said, trying feebly to remember Hermione's address.
The questions continued on for about half an hour, until Harry's throat was hoarse. When they were done with the third degree, they brought Harry to a room of about fifteen bunk beds. The administrator with him pointed at two of the beds and said something that sounded like "They're not yet taken" but Harry couldn't be sure. Just as he was about to ask what the man said, he heard the slam of a door. He was alone.
~*~
Harry was a hard one to wake, the others noticed. After about five minutes of shaking him, a younger child pinched him on the arm- HARD. "Argh!" Said Harry as he woke with a start. Most of the children ran away in fear. They had never had someone so old at the orphanage before. Two of the bravest children, ones with red hair and freckles, came up to Harry and said shakily, "H-hello, sir, I'm Emily and this is Edward." As Harry grew more awake, he said groggily, "Oi, I'm ch-ch-Chaaaaaaaarrrls" Harry said with a big yawn.
"We know!" Chorused the two Weasly look-alikes. "Mrs. Schulmizz told us who you are. Are you really fifteen?" One of them, Emily, asked eagerly.
"Yes, I am fifteen, why do you ask?"
"Cuz all of us are nine, ten, eleven, and twelve. We hope they don't move you to the big kid's house!" Said Emily, hugging him.
"Yeah, we heard that you have to work for this guy, we didn't hear his name, and he makes you do all this bad stuff, and he hypnotizes you too, y'know, just like in scary movies!"
"Oh" Said Harry, seriously doubting that hypnotism ever existed. He was really pissed. All the other little kids didn't seem to understand that he needed to think about stuff, and to do that, he needed sleep. He decided to have a little patience, maybe one of these kids knows something that would help him get out.
Emily and Edward seemed to be his new little "buddies", following him around wherever he went. Fortunately for Harry, the bathroom wasn't the type with about ten stalls, but just a singular full bathroom. He used that as an excuse to think. After five minutes and fifty bangs on the door, Harry came back out. By that time, it was eight o'clock and time for the younger kids, aged nine and ten, to go to bed. Unfortunately, Emily and Edward were eleven, meaning that they could stay up until nine.
So, for an hour, Harry endured two shrill voices, trying to keep quiet, telling Harry all about the big bully at the orphanage. "And then, one time, he climbed out the window and almost got over the fence cuz he didn't wanna stay or go to the big kid's place." Said Edward.
"Yeah, and he-" Emily was caught off by Harry, who had made a peculiar noise, a squeak.
"You mean, he tried to escape?" The two nodded solemnly. "Can you show me where?"
"Sure! He went right-" Emily was caught of yet again, but this time by a woman who Harry guessed to be Mrs. Schulmizz. "Nine o'clock! All eleven and twelve year olds to their bunks! You, sir, right this way." She led him down a long, abandoned corridor into an old, abandoned room. When he got inside, he was shocked to see someone he knew.
Disclaimer: I own nada, except for the stuff that's mine, like Emily and Edward, and the plot.