The Adventure Begins

He awoke to crying. Crying that wasn't his. Crying that came from a female. The sort of crying filled with such despair and pain you can't help but feel as though you want to cry along with. So he did.

Stephon cried along with the unknown woman. He didn't notice that her crying stopped and that someone approached.

A figure appeared in his sight. It was almost the size of a child. He almost thought that it was until he heard a woman's voice whimper and coo at him at the same time.

Light shone upon the figure to reveal large, watery brown eyes and large floppy ears. The female wore a light brown tea towel around her waist and a sort of light brown cloth covering a slightly developed chest. Her hips were quite a bit wider than what he remembers this type of creature having.

A house-elf, his mind supplied. He didn't recall them wearing shirts of any kind either. He knew what world he was in, but where his sister was, he had no idea. And that scared him.

"Hush, my child. Hush. We's do not wishes the master to come. No no. We's do not wishes that." The female house-elf picked up Stephon and cradled him to her bosom. He stopped crying.

But whatever the house-elf tried to prevent was on its way with heavy, thundering footsteps.

"COPPER!" The female holding him flinched harshly, "I TOLD YOU TO KEEP THAT THING QUIET! UNLESS YOU WANT IT DEAD THE NEXT SECOND, THERE WILL BE HELL TO PAY!" The yelling of a man hurt Stephon's sensitive ears and he unconsciously started letting tears fall again.

The female noticed and started frantically trying to calm him down. But his ears hurt.

The door slammed open to reveal a grown man with a red beard and red hair. A type of red that was dark yet graying. He wore a stained white dress shirt that he left unbuttoned and a pair of black slacks. He had a withering glare on his face that was directed at the one holding Stephon. His blue eyes bored into the house elf.

Now, Stephon isn't stupid by any means. He knows he's a baby. How old? He has yet to find out. But he learned plenty about babies and children from his younger sister when she was teaching him how to help care for their younger sisters.

Babies are naturally sensitive to sound and emotions are uncontrollable; therefore, Stephon is going to be more prone to emotional outbursts. Whether or not he likes it.

So when this man––clearly a hostile force––enters the room and begins threatening the one that seems to be his caretaker. He starts getting a little angry.

'First off, you never treat a woman like that. No matter what species or race. Second...he's clearly drunk off his ass.'

The bottle of alcohol in hand didn't help the man's case. Not at all. So he did the one thing he knew how to do. He got emotional.

The bottle in the man's hand shattered and whatever was left in there splashed against the floor and darkened the floorboards.

The man looked incredulously at his empty hand, but it was quickly turned to anger.

"YOU WHORE! YOU FUCKING BITCH! WHAT THE FUCK GAVE YOU THAT IDEA?!" The man's face was red with fury and the house-elf was shaking so bad Stephon thought she would drop him.

She didn't. But her hold got tighter, and she brought him closer to her bosom as if to protect him.

"C-cop-per not does that sir! C-copper did not!" She shook her head frantically side to side.

"STOP LYING YOU LITTLE WHORE! I KNOW YOU DID!" He whipped out his wand and pointed it at the Copper and was about to cast a spell when she yelled desperately.

"D-don't! Sir yous cannot! You'll hurts him!" She motioned towards Stephon, "He's your son sir! Yous don't wants to hurts your son!" That shocked Stephon.

'There is no way this bastard is my father. There's no way.'

"THAT ABOMINATION IS NOT MINE! YOU HARLOT! WHORE! BITCH! CUNT!" The man kept going, cursing and cussing out the female house-elf. And with every word she flinched but stood strong. Stephon gave her his respect.

Eventually, the man left to get another bottle, but not before threatening the house-elf again and ordering her to clean the mess he still thinks she was the one to make.

While Copper was cleaning, she started talking to Stephon as if he could understand her, which he could, but it's not like she knew that.

"Yous mother is sorry. Copper is bad mother to you. Copper should have saved little baby boy pain from the cursed house and not borned you." Stephon's eyes grew wide. She was his mother in this world? "Copper is sorry too ones more. She does not have name for little baby boy that is hers. Copper is sorry's." She started quietly crying as she cleaned the mess. It was like that for months.

When Stephon was a year and eight months old, Copper came back in the room where Stephon stays with no tea towel or cloth. She was whimpering and tears poured from her eyes like waterfalls. It was a late August night, and she just came from the drunken man's room.

Stephon had a pretty good guess what happened, and he didn't like it.

It was a week later Copper found out she was pregnant yet again with that man's child. She became depressed and almost aborted the baby a week into its growth, but Stephon––still yet to be named in the world––put a stop to it one night.

Copper had a piece of sharp broken glass the size of a kitchen knife and had it poised towards her abdomen. Stephon reached over, deep red locks falling over his shoulder because neither of them knew how to cut hair, and grabbed her wrist in her hand.

"Copper can't hurt baby." He stated. It was simple yet Copper could see when she lifted her head, the knowledge in her boy's deep brown eyes.

"I be saving baby from this life." She whispered, voice cracking as she tried to push the words forward.

"But you'd be hurting baby if you did. I'll be big brofer. I protect baby. Jus' don' hurt baby." The conviction in his eyes made Copper break down in tears and she released the glass from her hold and let her baby boy hold her.

Over the course of the other 39 weeks it took to grow a baby in the womb, Stephon took every chance he could to press his ear to Copper's stomach and listen to the baby's heartbeat. He'd talk to it and read to it difficult books. He felt a kind of connection to the baby in the womb and he was coming up with theory after theory as to why.

Only one stuck out. This was the sister he was waiting for. He knew this was her. He knew because every time he read she would stop moving as if she was listening. When he sang, she'd move around as if she was dancing in the womb.

He was so sure it was her that he began to get overprotective. Stephon was anticipating her arrival because then he wouldn't be alone anymore.

Copper didn't know how her boy learned to read and speak so properly while trying to protect her from his father. She felt so guilty that she couldn't be a proper mother like she knew she should have been. She should have been able to teach her son, but she was illiterate. Hell, she couldn't even speak proper English. She felt so guilty because she hasn't even named her own son.

Eventually, the day came when Copper had to give birth. The man was out at a bar somewhere when she went into labor.

Stephon was two years and three months old. He tried to help Copper through the birth as much as possible. The female's screams of pain echoed throughout the house as her body was small, just barely bigger than a small child.

Stephon didn't know how to perform a C-section so he's trying to help as much as he can with his two-year-old body. Seven hours into labor and Copper started showing signs of high blood pressure. Dangerous levels. Her face was beet red, her breathing labored, and she was passing in and out of consciousness.

He kept checking her pulse and encouraging Copper to keep going. That just a little longer and the baby would be born.

After many painful hours and cluelessness, a baby girl was born. The date? April 6th at 1:03 am.

Stephon couldn't help but laugh at the uncanniness because, at this same date and time, his sister Noreen was born. They were born on their birthdays from their original life.

When Stephon first laid eyes on her he couldn't help but recall something that Noreen had said. And she was right. Newborn babies fresh out of the womb really do look like flabby bags of wrinkly flesh.

Copper was passed out and resting so Stephon allowed himself to laugh a little and looked down at his sister that he held. He knew she was awake. That's why he said it.

"You were right. You are ugly, Noreen." And right on cue she gave a furious cry and flailed her arms around, trying to hit the idiot who said that. And he couldn't help but laugh in pure joy.

Because his sister was here. She was finally with him. This was his proof. She reacted to something she had said once.

"I'm happy you're here. I'm so, so happ-" His voice broke at the end and Noreen calmed down at the sadness radiating from him.

She had waited too. While Stephon was present in this world for those two painful years, she remained in darkness alone. It was a place she never wanted to be in again. She hated being alone, especially in the dark where her imagination always ran wild––too wild for a sane person to stay sane.

After Stephon got her calmed down and she went to sleep from exerting her new body too quickly, he took this time to really look at her.

She had dark red locks just like his upon her head and slightly pale skin from not having seen the sun yet. Small, pointed ears were on either side of her head. Much like the elves from Lord of the Rings and the Hobbit. He opened one of her eyelids and saw breathtaking silver eyes. Not gray, but literal glittering silver. He knew she would grow up to be beautiful. He also knew boys could be after her.

He'd be damned if just anyone dated his sister. They'd have to go through him first, and he'd give them hell. No one would take his sister from him. Come hell or high water, they were a pair and that guy better be someone worth it.

Stephon's warm brown eyes watched over Noreen as she slept and he kept a vigilant ear out for that man. As he stroked Noreen's dark red locks he couldn't help but think about the troubles he knows they will have to face in the future. He just hopes they'll come out alive.

"Well," He sighed, "The adventure begins now doesn't it little sister." Said female shifted in her sleep a little bit to face towards her older brother subconsciously.

Yeah, he was going to protect her with his life. In that, there was no doubt.