Carrie made a make shift baby bed for Michael. he looked at her and smiled at her as she fixed her strawberry blonde hair into a ponytail. her Micheal just seemed to love it, it was further proof to her that he was her baby. she got out the baby things and laid them out. the diapers were a bit... big... maybe the woman got the wrong size for the small baby and she only got one thing of them. and the clothes were big too? didn't the woman do the bare minimum to at least care for the other baby? she didn't dwell on that for too long. they would do till she got to the store and got him some appropriate clothes.
as the day went on the baby was so well behaved. he fussed every now and then but all she needed to do was feed him, hold him and burp him but when she went to change him she saw marks on his legs and he had an awful rash on him too ... she was glad she took him. he needed a real mother, not a fake money grubbing witch. poor baby...
after a couple of days she had the right diapers and clothes for him. she was excited to show him off on Sunday. her little Michael was going to look so cute.
she even found the cutest baby outfit. if was a strawberry themed outfit for a boy. it had a strawberry themed baby beret, a red shirt with a strawberry bloom near the coller and white pants. he looked so cute she thought and it was perfect for spring. she loved it.
by the next time church rolled around she was ready. she washed and fed him before they got dressed and out the door.
as soon as they walked through the door of the church people were coming up to her. " he so cute " " look at him, he looks so handsome " " where did you get this little guy? " " where did you hide such a cute baby " she smiles at them " Michael is my baby, and my usual baby sitter couldn't come so I brought him " the baby let out the cutest; happiest squeal she'd ever heard.
everyone thought he was so cute. she loved that her Michael was so happy all the time, well except for when he was hungry or fussy that is. someone told her of women who was giving away a baby bed that would be around Michael's size. it changed into different beds which would be useful as he got older. they met and talked. the reason she was giving it away it because her child and husband were gone. Carrie comforts her before her and Michael left. as she sets it up. she makes it nice and soft before she leys him down to sleep.
three years later Carrie had saved up and got a home for her and Michael. she was enjoying her small family. just her and her baby.
Michael was running around in his little PJs. she thought it was so cute. she didn't notice that he had began to mimic her when she used her powers to get things or put them away. she only noticed when the cookies she put away were mysteriously missing and would ended up in Michael's room. Carrie started to notice that he would also go with her every where she'd go. it was so sweet. she showed him how to use his powers more.
by the time he was old enough to go to a good Christian pre school, he knew how to use his powers. and not use them unless it was needed to get away from bully's or bad teachers.
at home they could use there powers and train with them. one day Carrie was floating, by herself. she showed Michael when he got home. it was so much fun and easy to use when you wanna play hide and seek. or cleaning the ceiling. her Michael even helped her with chores. he was so sweet.
as the years went by and Michael got older she was looking for a nice Christian middle school for him. when owls started to show up. but the odd thing was they letters someone named harry Potter? who was that? he must live around here but the mail is for here? they must have gotten the wrong address for the poor boy. Michael is looking for him to give the letters too.
days later a knock came to the door. Carrie walked to door with her hair down. when she opened then door she was a bit shocked and tall, big man with a scraggly black beard and long scraggly black hair. he looked a bit shocked to see her as while. did they know each other? " 'ello miss, I'm looking for 'arry Potter? " Carrie snapped out of her thoughts. " oh come in, come in. here take a seat, I'll get you something while you wait. " the man came in and sat down in chair. Hagrid was a bit shocked, a woman with reddish blonde hair opened the door. she looked a bit like Lily. she let him in. was this petunia? but where is her husband? at work maybe?
he tried to set down in chair as gently as possible. when she came back she had a tray of tea, lemonade, and so on. the food looked good too. " I should probably tell you this now but I don't know where harry is but he must live around here. I'm sure Michael can find him. " Hagrid looked at her a bit shock. " I was sure he was here " but the owls weren't wrong... unless he was under fidelius charm? " but I'm sure my Michael can help, he knows all the kids in the neighborhood. " Carrie smiled. unconstitutional using her powers to clean up the small mess in the kitchen.
Hagrid saw it and looked at her in awe. she must be a very powerful witch. " 're you petunia? " Hagrid was wondering if she knew anything else. and she was showing him hospitality. it was rude not to get her name. " oh " the strawberry blonde woman said in surprise. " no I'm Carrie, Carrie white. my son's Michel but you know that. " she smiled and drank her tea. he smiles and used his magic to put two suger cubes in to his tea.
Carrie perked up and and smiled at him. " you have the gift too! I thought it was just me and Michel! " the strawberry blonde looked so excited to see him use his magic. a gift she called it. Hagrid smiled warmly when a door opening caught there attention. he saw Carrie get up and walked to greet her son. Michael met her in the kitchen and hugged her. " Michael come to the living room. someone is here looking for the harry boy. " Michael nodded. hair was sweating from the heat showing is scar like birth mark. his hair showed the red Strick's in it from the light and sweat. normally it was so dark red hair it was so dark it was pitch black.
he followed his mother to the kitchen and saw a big man there in there love seat. " I found a harry pansman, harry planter and a harry marksman. " the man looked at him in shock. " it's you... 'arry Potter... " the boy looked at him odd. " no I'm Michael white?... who are you? " the man looked at him and got up slowly. he walked over and touched his birth mark.
" I know that mark any where harry. not to mention you look like your father " Carrie and him were confused before Michael heard he looked like his father. he never heard of him but didn't mind not having him around. he had his mother. Carrie held him to her. " his name is Michael white Mister Hagrid. " Hagrid let out a sigh. miss white must have adopted him and didn't want to say anything. it's happened before in the schools history. they didn't want they're children to look for there birth families and leave them. it was a common fear. maybe she'd feel less tense if she found out the birth parents were not among the living.
the big man put a hand on his free shoulder. " I'm here here to take 'arr-er Michael to go school shopping for Hogwarts. " Carrie knew his it was witch craft school. she left uncomfortable with him going there if they can help with their gift's... maybe it was ok .. she'll look more into it. the man stood there waiting for an answer. " Michael go get changed. so we can go get school supplies. " he nodded and went upstairs. the man looked at her and sighed again. " you don't have to worry miss his birth parents are dead. you don't have to worry about anyone taking him. " Carrie looked away. tears threatening to spill forth from her blue eyes. Michael was her baby, she raised him and loved him. they both have the gift. but she was only doing this to see if they were a good enough school. that was all. she wasn't curious or anything. it was for Michael, yes just for him. " I'll get dressed as well, please wait here mister Hagrid. " the woman left up the stairs as Hagrid felt stupid for saying anything at all to her or the boy. he should have kept it shut and read the room.
