You flinch at the sight of your old mother, taking a few steps back in horror.
His smile falters for a moment, and he tucks the photo away. "She took you away when you were a kid. I've been looking for you for seven years." He pulls out another picture, this one of him and a kid was very familiar to you. You.
You look at the picture, a little confused. Words escape your lips, sounding strange even to you. "It's me..." You shuffle a bit closer, eyes fixed on the picture. You would have stood there for hours, transfixed, if Harry didn't speak again.
"Yeah. That's you, Y/N. As a little kid. Do… do you remember the plastic tub you used to play in?" His voice had grown hopeful as he shows another picture, of the same baby from before, grinning inside a tipped over tub.
You tear up, looking quietly at the picture, speechless. You could feel a tear run down your cheek as you stare. Harry smiles sadly, his own eyes growing wetter. His voice croaked when he spoke again. "You've gotten so big."
You don't speak simply staring at the picture. This felt so unreal. He holds the picture out to you.
You take the photo, sitting down on the floor right where you were, to inspect it closely as Peter, Harry and MJ smile, watching you.
You stare at the picture, tears streaming down your cheeks more readily.
Harry smiles, holding out another picture. "Check this one." You take it wordlessly.
It was the baby you in a party hat. In front of you was an open box. You were hugging a very familiar dog stuffy. He whispers, "That's your first birthday. I got you a stuffed puppy. You were so happy."
Your eyes widen as you whisper in disbelief. "Stitch..."
Harry didn't seem to hear you, continuing to speak. "Figured he could keep you company and be a best friend for you." He smiles, but it fades as, without any word or warning, you run off to your room, searching. He looked at Peter, who simply gestured for him to wait, a small knowing smile on his lips.
You knew where Stitch was! You had left him next to your pillow on your race car bed, so he could take a nap. You snatch him and run back out! You hold him up for Harry to see!
He gasps, clapping a hand to his mouth. "You still have it?" His happy smile could be seen from behind his hand.
You nod, hugging Stitch close and finding the ability to speak again. "He's my best friend ever."
He chuckles, reaching out to pat Stitch's head. "He's kept you safe all along, huh? I'm glad he's stuck by your side." He was beaming. "I was afraid I'd never see you again, but you kept your puppy, so I guess you always had a little piece with you, huh?"
You nod, looking down at Stitch. The man was your uncle. He wasn't a stranger. You were nervous, but something in you was stronger than your hesitation Your body moves, wobbling towards him and stopping in front of him for a moment, before hugging him awkwardly.
He was surprised, but he quickly hugged back tightly. You were trembling slightly, but so was he!
He pets your head with one hand, hugging you happily. "I missed you so much..."
You stay quiet for a little while, before a thought crosses your mind, and you whisper in fear, "Are you gonna make me go back to them?"
He's taken aback for a moment. "Wha-" He then shakes his head and hugs you tighter. "Never. No way."
You smile faintly, your fears assuaged for now. Harry picks you up, hugging you gently. "So, uh… do you like it here with Peter?"
You nod silently, which makes him nod as well. "Yeah? Good." He pets your hair. "Good..." He seemed to be deep in thought.
"Do you wanna see my room?" You heard yourself ask.
"I'd love to!" He grins, holding out his hand. You only pause for a moment, before taking it and leading you to the bedroom that your new daddy had given to you.