Hey again readers! Well this is chapter two, I hope you like it but I really want everyone who reads this to review it too... please pwitty plwease....

Ooook that's enough of my rambling. On with the story!

Chapter 2

Harry stood staring at the little person wrapped up in thin blankets beside the dustbin. Why would someone leave his or her child here? He had heard a scream and the sound of dissaperating, which led him to think of two things that could have happened, either a parent abandoned the child here and screamed to get attention then disspperated, or something had happened to the person looking after the child, and the loud crack sound was made by the person who had hurt the guardian of the little girl.
Harry looked back towards the entrance of the laneway, there was nobody there, and he couldn't just leave the baby alone, he made the decision to carefully pick the baby up in his arms who was dozing in her blankets.
The baby looked so small compared to Harry, she instinctively nuzzled in to his chest and yawned. Harry bit his lip... He knew he would get in so much trouble with the Order for this, but it was his better judgment not to leave a tiny little baby outside alone. Harry slowly walked to the end of the laneway and down Holly street. It was surprising to him how natural having a baby in his arms felt, especially when he has never held a baby before. Lost in his musings he didn't realise that he was already in Privit Drive. He glanced around, and quickened his pace towards number four. As he got closer to the front door loud shouting was evident from inside. Looking down at the little baby in his arms, (who was now asleep against Harry's torso) he decided to wait until the shouting had subsided before entering the house. Harry put his ear against the door and screwed up his eyes in concentration, trying to make out the words...
"Where is he? If you did something to him Dursley I swear...."
"Please good sir, calm yourself down.... I didn't do anything!"
"LIES!"
"Vernon..."
"Where is Harry, I am going to break down every wall until I find him!"
"He could just have left his house"
"No he couldn't! There is a member of he Order outside his door 24/7."
"Ah...."
"What...don't tell me? Mundungus Fletcher!"
"Seriously, I can't believe.... Dumbledore will kill him!"
"Harry's out there... with all those Deatheaters!"
Harry thought it was time for him to make an appearance. He slowly pulled down the handle and walked in the house, baby still in his arms. He came face to face with Moody, Remus Lupin, Tonks, Minerva McGonagall and Mr. Weasley.
"You little Sod! Where have you been!" Shouted a red faced Moody "We told you 'Don't leave the house' and guess what you do.... LEAVE THE GOD DAMN HOUSE!" his magical eye was twisting and turning madly in its socket. He didn't even notice the little bundle wrapped up in Harry's arms. It was Minerva McGonagall who noticed.
"What is that you've got there Potter?" she said in a relatively calm voice, Harry hesitated before revealing the little pink face curled up to his chest. Everyone gasped loudly including Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia who had been sulking in the background. There was an uncomfortable moment of silence. Mr Weasley spoke first.
"Please tell us it isn't yours Harry." He said in a tense voice. Everyone in the room looked at him in disbelief and then turned their untrusting looks back onto Harry.
"No!" Harry said a little too loudly, so the baby in his arms woke with a start and started bawling her little eyes out. He instinctively he started bobbing her up and down and whispering "shhhh" in her tiny little ears. Everyone was staring at him but it felt so natural to have her in his arms that he just ignored them. It was Tonks this time that broke the ice. "Harry, where did you find this little baby? They don't just grow on trees," she said, eyebrows raised. Harry proceeded to tell then the whole story from start to finish; there were exasperated cries from Lupin and Moody regarding Harry's safety, and deep sighs from the entire female's occupying the room. Harry kept glancing down at the baby, checking her little heartbeat every other second.
Moody's forehead was scrunched up in concentration. The baby was a big problem; trust the Potter kid to make things more complicated. It was clear by the way Potter had attached himself to the child that he wouldn't let her go. And there was a meeting at headquarters that needed to be attended by everyone, including him. It was decided amongst the people at Harry's house, that the baby should stay with Harry. And that Dumbledore will be informed of the situation this evening at the meeting. They were all exiting Harry's aunt and uncles house. Warning Harry of the consequences and such like. But Harry didn't seem that interested, he was more preoccupied with the little person in his arms, and as much as Moody hated to admit it. They looked right together.
Harry walked up the stairs, baby in one arm, baby supplies in the other. He was very surprised how nice his aunt and uncle was being about this, and he thought that perhaps, Moody's revolving eye had something to do with it.
Harry tiptoed carefully into his room, smiling slightly. He laid the girl on his bed and set up her crib, got out all of the food and nappies and such. This all took around 15 minutes. He picked up the little girl in his arms and examined her face closely for the first time. Her blue eyes shone like a light, they were big and rounded. Her cheeks were rosy pink. She had a teeny tiny little mouth, and cute ears and a sweet nose. She was perfect. Harry felt as if though she was his own flesh and blood, and so he felt fitting to give her a name.

He gave her the name Amara. Meaning Everlasting, because that's what his love for her was.

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