Oh My God!
All right. Dinner time. Chicken nuggets and potatoes. Yummy!
During the dinner he glared the shit out of his relatives.
He fought hard not to laugh. He didn't want to ruin his temporarily upper hand.
"Okie. Petunia, what's for dessert?" he asked when he had eaten what he thought was enough.
"Ice cream," he said.
"I want some cola!" Dudley shouted.
"Of course Duddykins!"
"Ahem! Diet! Ahem," Harry fake coaghed.
"Shut up!" Dudley whined."Make me!" said harry vemously.
"I will!" Dudley said and raised his huge fat fist.
"So! There, there Duddy! Mommy will give you lots of your favourite ice cream!" Petunia said shrilly and brought Dudley in a huge hug so he was unable to hit Harry.
Harry knew she did it on purpose to stop Dudley from upsetting him.
"Nice try!" Harry whispered.
"I get you later!""I doubt that!" he said in a huff. He began to eat his ice cream in silence and he didn't care of Dudley's small threatening spasms.
He wondered how long it would take for him to get a new visitor see as this day was full of surprises.
"Harry!"
"10 seconds;" he answered his own thought.
Remus stood in the kitchen.
"May I come in?" the werewolf asked.
"Of course," he said.Remus got inside the kitchen.
"Thank you so much! I know what you said to Fudge. Sirius would have been proud. And what the hell have you done to your hair and oh my god how tall you are!" Remus siad in a rush, all in one breath.
"Nice to see you to," he said dryly.
"What happened?"
"Nothing."
"But-"
"Drop it Remus!" he cut him of.
"All right... You'll be out of here soon. I've talked to Dumbledore."
"It's already August the 13:th, what's the point?"
Remus was gawking at him.
"You'd stay here freely?" he gasped.
"I would and I will."
"But we've planned to get you to the Burrow?"
"I've already told you not to plan my life. I would have told you if I wanted to go to the Burrow," he said.
"Okey. Where do you want to go?" Remus asked.
"I want to stay here actually.""HERE?" Remus yelled outraged.
The Dursleys didn't dare to say anything so they just sat in silence and watched the display.
"Yep." Harry took another spoon of ice cream.
"Eat!" he snapped to his relatives.
They did in a hurry.
"But-whatever! Albus said you didn't want to have another guardian?" Remus asked questiongly.
"What do you think?" he asked rudely.
"No. I didn't think you'd want one. You don't want anyone to take Sirius place, I understand."
"No, actually, I don't want anyone that can legually decided over me," he said.
"What? It's not because of Sirius?"
"Nope. Or rather, not only."
"What the hell is wrong with you? You go around act all strange!"
That's the point, Harry thought. That way no one will ever find out what I'm about to do...
Harry showed Remus the livingroom.
"Feel free to sit."
He himself sat down in an armchair.
"You haven't been talking to anyone about Sirius's death..."
"Nor shall I. I don't attend to!" he said coldly.
"Why not? You need to. Everyone would do if they would loose someone and especually in that way..."
"I do not count as to everybody. I'm very special. I don't need to talk."
"I've talked to Snape."
"You don't talk to Snape."
"As I said, I've talked to Snape. He told me about some songs...""Oh yes. He doesn't reccomand me singing I take it. I have no idea why. I think I'm quite good," he said lightly.
Remus gave him a small smile.
"It's about the lyrics..."
"Oh yes indeed! Highly amusing It drives Snape crazy..."
"I'm going out."
"Not to long," said Petunia half heartidly.
Harry shrugged.
It was quite dark outside. A perfect night for going to London.
With the knight buss of course.
He hadn't been in London for a few weeks. He was in the muggle part. He didn't need to be recognized and shipped home by the order.
He was walking through a dark alley. He heard a child cry. A small child, couldn't be over five.
He followed the sound.
He saw a little child in dirty cloths sitting on the ground. It was a boy with black hair, unruly, quite like his own.
"Hi there little fella! Where's your mum and dad?" he asked friendly.
"Dead!" the child sniffed and turned away.
"My name is Harry. What's yours?"
"They call me all kinds of names."
Harry then understood that this was a street child.
"Would you like to be named Izzy?"
"Yes?" the small child said questiongly with big curious eyes.
"Would you like to be my child?" Harry didn't know why he asked that or what made him ask but this child felt already like his own. It was almost like magic. A strange bound between them. And this child could have been himself. The Dursleys could have thrown him out without Albus knowing about it.
"Okey," said the child shyly.
"Do you know how old you are?" Harry asked and thought that perhaps it could be difficult to know if he was dumped on the streets in a very early age.
"Three, but I'll be four on August 21:st. I know that!" said the child proadly.
Harry couldn't understand why anyone would abandon this lovely child.
"You'll be living with me, all right?"
"Alright."
"Let's go to the police. I need to get coustudy over you, meaning that I'll be your father."
He took the child's hand and the child followed him.
"Mr Potter, sign this please."
He signed all the papers. It was a whole bounce of them. Harry lied about his age and changed the papers with magic (also the birth records). It stood that he was 21 years old.
"Alright Izzy. I need to buy you some cloths in the big night open stores. It's a lot more expensive but you'll need it."
"Alright."
Harry took Izzy's hand in his.
Izzy was quite thin. He had warm dark brown eyes. He wasn't all that short, rather the opposite and his thiness could be helped with some good meals.
"You'll need a whole new set of cloths. And some toys."
Izzy's eyes grew wide.
"Toys? Really?"
"haven't you ever had any?" Harry asked with a frown.Izzy shoke his head.
Harry felt bitterness. He didn't have toys either when he was little. But at least he could make Izzy happy now.
"We'll buy whatever you want," he promised.
"I'd like a stuffed animal," said Izzy carefully.
"We'll see what we can find."
Harry brought a lot of cloths. They sneakned into a night open sport hall and into the showers. Izzy needed a real long shower before he could use his new cloths. Harry helped him with soap and everything. He had realised that Izzy was a very clever kid. You'll probably need to be smart if you wish to survive on the streets, he thought.
Harry kept his promise and brought some toys. Izzy found love to a green stuffed dragon. Even Harry though it was cute.
Sorry that this story took some unexpected turns, I doesn't seem all that good right now but that's partly because I stopped before I could get to the point.
Just be patient with me!!!!