Title: Harry’s Child (previously Untitled 01) 1/?
Pairing: None yet
Warnings: Child Abuse, Superpower Harry, Good Petunia, Abusive Dursley, Violence
Disclaimer: Nope, doesn’t belong to me. I only play with them a bit.
Summary:This plot bunny started bothering me when I read Harry Potter and the Child Legilimens. It really is not completely related to that story, but sometimes it happens that I just go off into one direction when something call my rather over active imagination and the muses run off with the idea. So here it is the first draft of it. Needs a lot of work before it makes it to either ff.net or my own site.
The ride back to Privet Drive was deadly quiet. His uncle was definitely not a happy man, and he spent the rest of the drive back to Little Whinning looking like a giant plum. What Harry did notice that was quite different, was that Vernon Dursley seemed furious with his wife and even beyoun that with Dudly, who for once was looking oddly subdued. The young wizard could not fathom what was wrong with his relatives, this was not just about the Order’s threats.
Once they arrived Harry was usshered into the house with grunts from his uncle and to his complete shock, Dudley scurried inside and went to his room with as little noise was he was could manage. As the young wizard maneuvered his trunk and Hedwig’s cage up the stairs he saw the door to his cupboard was open and as soon as his uncle saw it he let out one of his typical belows shocking Harry out of the numbness he had felt since Sirius died and he wrecked Dumbledore’s office.
“Dudley Dursley! Come down this instant!”
Harry had only heard that particular tone directed at him, and would have nerver believed -not even in his wildest dreams- that it would be directed at their precious Duddykins. What added to his shock was the high piercing wail of terror that followed it. The voice belonged to a small child. The teen had to hastily scramble out of the way to let his huge cousin pass.
“Yes Dad?” The boy mumbled in a voice so unlike his whining self.
“Your mistake is out again. See that the little freak behaves. I won’t have another abnormal fiend in my house.”
“But… Dad, I know nothing about… freaks! I be HE knows more about it. Besides I sear she isn’t mine!”
“Enough whining! The DNA test I ordered because I believed you tell another story. It’s your sister’s fault that MY SON fathered another abnormality, just like that nephew of your Petunia!”
Dudley had moved his considerable bulk into the living room and returned with a dark haired daintly child. The little one was wailing her lungs out, and if Harry had to judge her age he would say she could not be older than a year. His cousin carried her as far from him as he could. That seemed to scare the infant even more, a few things began rattling when Dudley went to lock the child back into the cupboard. Merlin! These people were the limit! That little girl was his own child and Dudley wad about to lock her in that little room.
“Don’t!” He told his cousin as he moved to take the child from him. It was awkward but he managed to get a good hold of the infant and he began rocking her gently. His aunt and uncle were having one of the worst rows he had ever seen. HIs aunt wanted the child, she was her granddaughter after all. But Vernon wanted to send her to an orphanage. “What’s wrong with you people? She’s just a bay, and your granddaughter!”
“That freak is not related to me, just as you aren’t boy. I have no choice but keep you. Your KIND made it quite clear, but I won’t tolerate another one of you here.”
“I don’t want her either Dad,” Dudley said.
He had only wanted to experiment and prove to the others that he was a ‘man’. She was two years older and had not minded doing them for some pounds. Too bad he had been the only one to take her offer. He had only seen her three times after that, and the whoere had the guts to drop the little freak on their doorstep two months agao because she could not handle the ‘weird’ things she did. He had denied it of course, but at his father’s insistence they had done DNA tests. He was the father.
“No, I’ve had enough! That little freak is even worse than the older one. I’ll dump her in an orphanage.”
“No!” Harry said abruptly. A muggle orphanage was no place for a magical child. You only had to look at Voldemort to know that. Besides, she was family. He had lost Sirius, but… there was a new member and she needed to be protected from her own father and grandfather. He knew his next words were going to give him trouble later. But he just could not let them send the child to an orphanage. He could feel she was a very powerful little witch, he had not stated opening the cupboard until he was seven. “Say that she’s mine.”
“WHAT?” Bellowed Vernon, although the gears in his head could almost be seen working.
“I said that you can tell everyone that I’m the father. That’s what worries you isn’t it? That your ‘perfect’ son won’t be so ‘perfect’ anymore. He knocked a girl up when he was what? Fourteen? Wow! Dudders you sure were precocious!”
“I don’t want another…”
“Freak here? Believe me, putting a magical child in an orphanage is NOT a good idea. Have you heard of Voldemort? The Dark Wizard that killed my parents and hates muggles? Well, he grew up in an orphanage. As soon as he was old enough he murdered his father -who happened to be a muggle- the man abandoned his mother and she died in childbirth. She’s a very powerful little girl and believe me, you DON’T want her to grow hating muggles. If you say she’s mine you still keep your… image and what do you call it? Good name?”
“You’ll take care of her? We won’t be dealing with her, nor paying for her needs.”
“OK,” he said slowly. He would have to write to Gringotts and check his finances and means to get money without making his uncle suspicious about his inheritance. “I’m sure I can do something about it.”
“You’ll have to name her, the mother didn’t give us a name. She was premature, born in January 26th. You’d really claim her as your own Harry?”
“Yes aunt Petunia. I calim this girl as my flesh and blood before every one’s eyes. I’ll name her… Arien Kathleen Potter.” When he finished speaking a small mist surrounded bouth teen and child before it dissipated. Harry did not knot that both words and intent were almost idential to an adoption spell. It reacted to him and had automatically registered the child as his flesh and blood. Now no magical or muggle test would show anyone else save Harry James Potter as the biological parent.
“What did you do?” Vernon growled. At that moment a roll of parchment fell onto his wife’s hands. “Ha! You’re expelled!”
“No Vernon, these are… birth certificates. The magical one and the one we needed done. Both list Harry as the girl’s father. Also, the DNA tests no longer list Dudley. They confirm Harry as the parent.”
“They do?” The young wizard was gobsmacked. He had done magic, but oddly enough no owl from the Improper Use of Magic Department had arrived yet. Then a rather disgusting smell reached his nostrils. Merlin she stank! “Aunt Petunia? She… she smells.”
“Ah… I believe a change of diapers is in order. Come I’ll show you.”
> Petunia got the child’s things from the cupboard and went to Dudley’s second bedroom. Harry followed and she guided him through the process. She then held the bagy while Harry went for his things and Hedwig. He was to keep the little one in his room. His aunt was actually grateful to him, she had feared that Vernon would send her away if she did magic again. The fact that she was a witch was what drove him mad. At first, before she did any magic, he had liked the idea of a grandchild. But now he believed his family tainted. While he still did not like the idea of having more freaks at home, the fact that she was ‘no longer’ a member of the Dursley family tree made the situation more tolerable. The brat was now Harry’s problem.
The young wizard got to talk in a civil manner with his mother’s sister more that evening than he had done in his whole life. Petunia taught him a bit about childcare and they both decided that Harry’s trunk would make a suitable bed if they removed the cover. This was actually the first time that Harry had unpacked everything. It would be good to do some cleaning. There were clothes and robes that no longer fit him, though he had not grown all that much, as well as some of Dudley’s handme downs that were practically desintegrating.
Later he helped prepare dinner and went to wash his ‘daughter’ under his aunt’s supervision. Luckily Arien had some clothes, although there were getting tight. If push came to shove she would end wearing his oldest handme downs. It took him a while to get her to sleep, and once he did, Harry laid on his bed thinking. Things had really been a bit of a blur, and he was beginning to have second thoughts. Once again he had jumped into something without thinking, nothing new there. But how was he going to protect his daughter from Voldemort? Everyone that got close to him got hurt, and now he had a four month old child to protect besides himself and his friends.
Voldemort could use Arien to lure him into a trap just like he did with… with Sirius. He could even possess his body and make him hurt Arien… No, he could not allow that to ever happen again. For that he needed occlumency. He did not trust Dumbledore, the man had kept too much from him. There was no way in hell he would let the Headmaster poke around his head freely. But could he trust Snape?
Harry had to admit that the pom had done what he could withouth blowing his cover. He goaded Si… Sirius, but then he always did, and right now he understood his Professor’s hatred a bit more. He could evenidentify with him. Dudley and his gang had done similar things for so many years. So yes, Snape had provoked his Godfather, but that was nothing new.
The occlumency lessons had not progressed, and Harry had to admit both were at fault. Snape had not explained a thing, but Harry had not tried to learn despite what everybody told him. He only made things worse by not apologizing after the pensieve incident. He had, after all, violated his Professor’s privacy. Now he needed to learn, it was no longer an option, as he had just acquired another responsability. Arien, unlike his Godfather or even his friends, was completely defenseless and dependent on him.
Thougths of the Prophesy came into his mind, and for a moment he wallowed in despair. Then Arien snuffled and made a few sleepy sounds before she settled again. He checked on her, but the baby had only turned. He stood there watching her, his daughter. So small and innocent. It did not matter that only a few hours ago she was Dudley’s child. Arien was his now, his family. There was no way he was going to let Voldemort hurt her. For her he would kill the bastard. She was going to have a happy childhood, and that required that the slimmy Snake Face left the face of the earth. So be it, and he was going to do his best to survive. Arien was NOT going to be an orphan if he could help it.
With that resolution, he decided he needed Snape’s help, and hoped the man agreed to provide it. There were more than a few letters he needed to write. He would do that in the morning. Before going to sleep, Harry spent a long time clearing his mind, and only when he thougth he had done a decent job did he try to sleep. To his relief he had neither visions nor nightmares of the Department of Mysteries and he had a restful night.
The next morning Arien woke him up around eight. She needed a change and was getting hungry.