It wasn't exactly easy to tell what time was night and what was day in hell. The sky always remained a dark pink colour. Only those who had lived there for long periods of time understood how the time system worked.

And hell's princess was an early riser ever since youth. She opened her eyes and blinked slightly in confusion when she saw a messy head of black hair in front of her. However, it took mere seconds for her mind to catch up to her, and she smiled. Gently, she began running her fingers through the little boy...HER little boy's hair, causing him to subconsciously snuggle in closer to her. Giggling, the demoness leaned over and gently pressed her lips against his cheek.

The child smiled softly in his sleep, bringing a smile to Charlie's face. Looking over, she saw Vaggie still asleep, slightly curled in on herself, as she usually was. Charlie reached a hand over to gently run her hand through her lover's hair, then carefully got up so as not to wake them.

She remembered all of the horrific, heartbreaking things Harry had told them about his life and began to tear up. However, she quickly wiped the tears away and put on her best smile.

Harry had suffered for FAR too long. And so, for today, she had absolutely every intention of spoiling him silly. And she was going to start with breakfast in bed. How long had it been since he'd had a decent meal?

As she was leaving, Charlie saw Vaggie roll over in bed and subconsciously wrap her arms around Harry, pulling him in close to her chest, which in turn prompted Harry to nestle in closer and let out a cute coo sound.

Charlie melted at the sight. Forcing back her delighted squeals, she took the time to grab her phone and snapped a photo of the two. Tiptoeing out of the room, she gave them one last smile before carefully closing the door.

The princess made her way to the kitchen and put on an apron and a chef's hat. It was time to get to work!

Hell, due to the constant introduction of new inhabitants, was always taking inspiration from stories told by condemned souls, and it was through this that Charlie learned how to cook various dishes. For breakfast, she settled on three stacks of pancakes [Harry's plate was one pancake higher than her and Vaggie's], each with a smiley face made from bacon and eggs.

The meal was finished within thirty minutes, and Charlie looked over her handiwork with pride. Humming to herself, she placed the three plates on a tray and walked out of the kitchen, passing by Niffty, who had clearly just gotten out of bed.

Niffty was about to say good morning to Charlie when she noticed the batter on her clothes. Eye wide, she turned to look into the kitchen, and her shoulders slumped when she saw that it looked as though a huricane had blown through.

How was it that Charlie was such a good cook when she always left such a mess behind?

Back in the room, Charlie pushed the door open, and the smell of food roused the sleeping pair immediately. Vaggie groaned slightly and rubbed at her eyes with her free hand, the other arm still holding Harry, who yawned cutely and looked around the room nervously before seeing Charlie and almost immediately relaxing.

"Gooood morning!" Aforementioned princess greeted with a big smile. "I made breakfast!" She passed Vaggie a tray, who took it with a small smile, then set her own food to the side, wanting to spoon feed Harry. "Look, Harry!" She showed him his food. "It's happy to see you!" Harry's eyes widened.

"F-For me...?" He asked softly. Vaggie patted his head.

"Hey, we're not monsters like your aunt and uncle, kiddo. We're not gonna starve you." She said gently.

"That's right. Now open wide!" Charlie cut some of the food up and moved it to Harry's mouth. He opened his mouth slowly and accepted the bite of pancake, bacon and egg. His eyes visibly lit up at the taste, and Charlie giggled. "Aww, glad you like it, sweetie!"

"Th-Thank you so much..." Harry said softly. Charlie kissed his nose and then gave him another piece of the food. "Thank you..."

Vaggie chuckled as she began to cut into her own meal. "Thanks a ton for breakfast, Charles."

"It was my pleasure." Charlie replied before leaning over to give her lover a kiss. "I just thought our special boy deserved a special breakfast." Vaggie chuckled.

"...The kitchen's a disaster, isn't it?" Charlie slumped a bit, her smile turning sheepish.

"Maybe..." Vaggie sighed and rolled her eyes.

"And Niffty's probably in there cleaning it right now." Charlie's mouth formed into a guilty frown.

"Yeah... I'll pay her a little extra this week to make it up to her." Vaggie shook her head in amusement and returned to her breakfast, watching Harry as she ate. He was now sitting up and leaning against Charlie, who was seated next to him as she fed him. When Harry's food was gone, save for one piece of bacon that he was nibbling on, Charlie started on her own breakfast. She didn't pay that much attention to her food, instead focusing on smiling at Harry. Vaggie frowned.

"Charlie, over the tray. You're gonna get food in the bed." She chided lightly. Charlie pouted, then gave Harry a quick kiss on the head, causing him to look up at her with a small smile, before doing as she was told. Vaggie chuckled before looking with a frown at Harry's tattered, worn out clothes. "...Yeah we're gonna have to take him shopping."

Charlie nodded. "Yes...He does need new clothes. And some stuff to play with too." Vaggie nodded.

"Yeah, I already promised we'd replace his plush and blanket, and we don't really need to stop there." Charlie's smile widened into a tootby grin.

"We could get him some books to read to him at night, maybe some colouring books...Ooh! Some board games we can all play as a family!" Charlie let out a squeal at that as she felt joy flow through her heart, then hugged both her lover and her son tightly. Vaggie, for her part, couldn't help but smile at the thought.

Harry looked back and forth between his new caregivers. He didn't understand why they were so nice... He was UNBELIEVABLY grateful...But he still didn't get it.

"They are nice because they care. Their love is genuine. Do not forget it." The sound of his shadow's voice was all the convincing Harry needed. He found himself snuggling up to Charlie.

"Th-Thank you Miss Charlie... Thank you Miss Vaggie..." He said softly. Charlie smiled, before realizing something and pouted.

"Aww, what happened to mama and mommy?" Harry looked confused and scared, and Vaggie pulled him a bit closer to her.

"He was basically asleep when he called us that, Charles." Charlie sighed softly.

"Yeah..."

Vaggie gently wrapped a hand around Harry's and gave him a tender smile. "He can call us that...But on his terms. He'll start calling us that when he's ready."

Harry looked down, thinking. Could he...? Could he really...? His mommy and daddy were still in heaven, would they be mad? Well, it wasn't like he'd see them anyway... What was a mother though...? Harry thought back to Aunt Petunia... She loved Dudley, but he didn't seem to love her back... All he did was cry, whine and demand from her. That was not what he imagined a relationship with a mother should be...

But what should a mother be...? They should...love you... His shadow confirmed that Charlie and Vaggie did, indeed, love him, but...Did he love them...? He thought he did...But he began to think extra hard, just to be sure.

He remembered when Miss Charlie found him...She hugged him. It was the first hug he ever got... She was the first one to make him feel better when he felt terrible... He remembered how safe he felt when she held him... And he remembered that she let him cry when no one else would... And instead of getting mad, she just held him even closer...

He remembered when Miss Vaggie put her hand on his shoulder while he was crying and told him it would be okay... He remembered when she held him, when she told him he was good, when she apologized for his lost toys and hugged him tighter...

He remembered when they told him they wanted him to be a part of their family...

He felt safe around them. He felt comfortable. He felt...like he was worth something.

He DID love them. And he loved them genuinely. Not like Dudley... NEVER like Dudley. They were the only ones to show him they cared... He loved them with all his heart.

Slowly, he made his way over to Vaggie and wrapped his tiny arms around her. Vaggie hugged him back, and he felt her fingers running through his hair. Mustering up all his courage, he whispered one thing.

"Mommy..."

Vaggie blinked in surprise...Then a smile formed on her face. She tightened her hold on him. "Yeah... That's right...Mommy." She said gently before giving him a kiss on the top of his head. He looked up at her and smiled before turning to Charlie, who was beginning to tear up at the scene before her. He reached over to her with both arms, and Vaggie handed him over. He snuggled into the princess' tight, loving embrace.

"Mama..."

"AHHHHHH, HE SAID IT, HE SAID IT! EEEEEEEE!" Charlie exploded with excitement, nuzzling Harry's face relentlessly before covering his face in kisses, leaving black lipmarks all over him.

Harry was a BIT frightened by her outburst at first, but he could tell she was just excited. And he felt the excitement to, though he didn't express it.

He felt both girls hug him from either side and smiled.

So this was what having a family was like...