He pressed his nose to the window and watched the images fly by. At first they had driven through a city, so big he thought it was never going to end but now it was only trees. So many trees they wouldn't have fitted in the big city. He yawned and sat back in his seat. His mommy was sleeping and his daddy was driving and humming to himself. He had some toys and books with him, but he had already played with them and he was bored. And even a little hungry.

"Daddy. I'm hungry."

His father stopped humming and met his eyes in the mirror.

"We are going to stop soon and have something to eat. Then you can have a hamburger and soda, and maybe some candy. Just play with your toys till then sweetheart."

"But I'm hungry now. I want candy now."

"I think I have a chocolate bar here if you are really hungry."

He nodded eagerly and took the chocolate his father gave him, taking a bite of it, singing to himself as he munched.

Jacob laughed. It was amazing how fast the little boy had accepted his new parents. It was only a month since they had first taken him home and in a matter of days he was acting like he had been with them his whole life. Jacob knew that his lack of memory had been a great factor in it. He was vulnerable and needed someone to look after him, so as soon as the opportunity rose he jumped to it and adapted amazingly quickly. The boy was a little shy, but not terribly so. His curiosity most often got the better of him.

A large McDonalds-sign caught his attention and he put an arm out to rouse his wife, who blinked sleepily and yawned.

"Brandon complained of hunger so I thought we'd stop and get something to eat." Jacob told her as he parked the car.

"We should have stopped earlier. You go in and order, I'll bring Brandon he must be starving." They both stepped out of the car and Jacob headed inside after handing the keys to his wife.

Sue sighed when she saw the mess her son was. Chocolate all over his face and clothes.

"I told your daddy not to give you candy. We'll have to go and get clean before we eat. Come on." She took his messy hand in hers and headed to the toilet.

When they finally got back Jacob was already seated. Brandon ran to him and giggled when his dad swept him up and sat him in his lap.

"Here is your food." Jacob said and handed his son a paper bad with colourful pictures printed on it.

Brandon eagerly began tearing at the bag, trying to get the bag open but before he could it was taken away.

"No, to both of you. Brandon, come and sit in your own seat." He scowled at his mother as he slid down and trotted to the other chair. Suddenly, something bright caught his eye. He turned and saw a multi-coloured playing area, with a TV and a slide.

"You can go there when you finish your food."

He started to whine, but his mother had already started taking out his food, and there actually was a toy there, with the chicken and the fries.

"You remembered to get him juice Jacob?" He looked up and pouted.

"I want soda." He whined

"The juice is much better, that's why daddy got it for you. It's a special juice you know." His eyes widened. That wasn't so bad.

He contently sat back and ate his fries and sipped his special juice. His mother and father were talking about their new house, but he wasn't interested. He was getting full and he wanted to play. He glanced at his parents. They were engrossed in their discussion and their food. It probably wouldn't hurt to go and play a little. He slid off his chair and trotted over to the play area. He first tried out the slide and then he went and watched the TV. There were no other children there, only a teenage girl mopping the floor. He wondered why she was doing it.

"Do you live here?"

The girl looked up and stared at him.

"What? No, I work here." She said and smiled.

"Why do you work here?"

"To get some money." She stopped cleaning and stared at him curiously.

"Where did you get that scar?"

He put his hand to his forehead. His mother had taken him to the barber to have his hair cut. She said it would be in his way if it were so long.

"I don't know." He told the girl, whose eyes had gotten very wide.

"Is your name Harry Potter?" She asked in a low voice.

He frowned. That name seemed familiar. He must have known Harry.

"No. My name is.."

"Brandon, oh this is where you went." His mother came running and knelt down beside him. "Don't go away like that without telling me and your father."

He looked back at the girl and saw that she had a puzzled expression on her face.

"You are his mother?" The girl asked, staring at Sue, who smiled.

"Yes. I may be a little older then most, but I'm glad for our little miracle. Thank you for looking after him. We have to go now, it's getting late and we have a long way to go." His mother said as she took him in her arms and walked out to the car.

His father was already there, and there was soft music coming from the speakers. After a little while the music and his parents' soft voices along with the steady rhythm of the car lulled him to sleep, filing the name of Harry Potter away in his memories.

His mother awaked him several hours later. He blinked and saw that they had come to a stop outside a beautiful cottage with a grown garden. He turned to his mother as she had helped him out of the car.

"Is this our new home mommy?" He asked hopefully.

His mother smiled at him.

"Do you like it? You will have your own room upstairs, and there is a swing in the tree in the back."

"Are you two coming?" Hs father had already opened the front door and was waiting for them, grinning.

He took his mother's hand and together they walked into the little house.

It was much nicer house then the other had been. It had a warmer feeling, but it was still familiar, as it had all their furniture. He walked from room to room, familiarising himself with his new home. His parents watched smiling.

"Isn't it nice Brandon? Do you want to come and see your room?" Sue asked, and he beamed at her, taking her hand again as the ascended the rickety stairs.

"Here it is." His mother stopped and indicated a brown door with a teddy bear on the front. "See, this is your name." She pointed to the bear.

He opened the door and stared in awe at his room. It had blue walls and wooden furniture. There was a little bed with a teddy bear sitting on it. He picked it up and cuddled it.

"That's Gilbert, me and daddy bought him for you. He can be your friend. Shall I show you me and daddy's room?"

He stared at his new friend, and he was sure Gilbert stared back, and winked. He smiled and hugged the teddy before running to his mother to view the rest of their new home.

When they returned from their grand tour, his father had somehow magicked forth a plate of cookies and some cocoa, which he and Gilbert gratefully accepted, sitting down at the kitchen table.

"I see you found Gilbert. How do you like your room?" Jacob asked.

He looked up from feeding the teddy a cookie and described his room with great enthusiasms.

"Come with us and see. There was an aeroplane, and a desk. Come now." He pulled at his father's sleeve, who laughed and went with him.

Author notes:

Sorry for the lack of content in this chapter. I promise something will be starting in the next. I'm just in the middle of exams, and the only thing I could think of were rocks and Romans.

But do you think I should call him Brandon, or Harry? Harry can be a bit confusing, but then Brandon is too. Tell me what you think please.

Thanks to everyone who reviewed:

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Quacjen: The names are not at all random. I actually put a lot of thought into the names. Jacob and James both have the same meaning, and Sue means lily. I had a little trouble finding a name for Harry, it's so cheap to make it Harry again, and all the names with the same meaning were so unpleasant. I have always thought the name Don to be nice, and Brandon means "little raven" so I felt it fitted nicely.

I thought that Mason had been very overused so I didn't want to use it, so I settled for Baker instead.

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