Title: Harry’s Child (rev. 12) 4/4
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.
Notes: This is a revision of what is revision 12 of this story (It is not much different t in the beginning but I made a lot of changes later. Also this is a better start of the story) first post I have added a lot to this and there’s really a lot more to the story, as soon as I have typed revisions 2 to 11 then I’ll post them to the journal.
Author’s Note: There are a few typhos and similar errors on this post and the continuations. They are mostly errors the handwriting converter of my tabletPC (I wrote part of this on it). I will be correcting them as I go, so if anyone reads this before I do, be patient, they should be corrected sometime today or tomorrow.
On with the story:
Harry cleaned the bassinet, replaced the sheets and settled Arien back in it. She was not overly happy to be in there and whimpered a bit but soon she settled absorbed by her fists. The young wizard took an appraising look at his room for a few moments. It was in need of some serious cleaning. No one had set foot in it save Dudley, and that only to dump more junk in there, so the smallest room had not been cleaned in a year.
His little girl could not stay in such a dusty place. Aunt Petunia had mentioned that it was not healthy for a baby. With a few wand movements his room now practically sparkled. He then made his bed and picked his dirty clothes the muggle way, as he did not know the spells for that. Although he knew the existed as Mrs. Weasley used them.
Harry sat at his desk’s chair and surveyed his little room again it was not great, but at least now it was clean. Still, Dudley’s stuff had to go, no doubt about it. They gathered dust and occupied space that made it more cramped. His eyes then settled on the bassinet and the pretty cooing baby inside. Arien stopped making noises to happily suck one of her fists and wave the other; from time to time she squealed or gurgled.
Harry sighed, what had he gotten himself into now with his ‘saving-people-thing’ as Hermione called it? The young adult sighed again, and this time Hedwig hooted from her cage. Yesterday he had acted without thinking, again. Now he had acquired a daughter. He did not know how to be a son, much less how to be a parent; but he guessed that, as always, he would deal with it the best way that he could. He only hoped he did not turn being anything like the adult Dursleys. They had been both extremes, pampering Dudley and neglectful with him. If he kept from falling into those extremes he should do well, right?
Things had been so clear yesterday. There still was no way he could allow Vernon and Dudley to place Arien at an orphanage. Surely there had to be another way, but as he thought about it Harry realized that there really was not. Any other option would either have Arien adopted or the Dursleys forced to keep her. Just like him. He knew from experience that was not a good option. No, he had done the right thing by accepting her as his own child.
Sometimes he wondered what was wrong with these people that were ‘related’ to him. Harry simply could not understand why they hated magic and magical people so much. But yesterday it became clear that Vernon really abhorred magic, enough to push away his own grandchild. Dudley? Well he was the biggest and more selfish brat that ever lived, literally. So no surprise there. He would never accept the responsibility of a child. At least his aunt had reconsidered and decided she wanted to keep her grandchild.
Petunia Dursley had surprised him yesterday.she had actually been nice to him. Harry could not remember she ever being nice before. He suspected it was because he had assumed Dudley’s responsibilities and managed to keep the girl at Privet Drive. He could not help the smile that came to his lips. He had stood up against Vernon and won! He had actually won! That was really something to feel proud of. He was no longer going to let that pair bully and get the better of him. He could do magic now, he could protect himself and Arien.
That thought of protecting his little girl brought him back to thinking about Voldemort. By presenting Arien to the Wizarding world as his daughter –and he better find a good story to explain that- he was putting her in danger and making her a target for ‘Snake Face’ and his Death Eaters. There was no doubt he would try to use her to get to him. Perhaps he should reconsider sending her to an orphanage or giving her for adoption. She would probably be safer. But the mere thought of sending the child away made his insides churn. No, he could not send Arien away, perhaps he was being selfish not wanting to be away from a blood relative that did not hate him, that might actually love him later, but he could not send her away.
Arien fussed and whimpered as if she knew what he was thinking about. Harry picked her up from the bassinet and with her in his arms he searched for the pacifier among the sterilized bottles and nipples, and then gave it to her. The infant was still restless, but no longer about to start crying. Harry sat on the bed and rocked her gently at the time he hummed an old song he remembered hearing often through the years when he was looked in his cupboard. It had a very soothing melody. His humming worked and the baby calmed down.
Voldemort was still in his mind, and with that came the bloody Prophesy. Had it only been yesterday’s morning when he was not sure he wanted to live? To save a world that had done nothing but take away those people who loved him? How was he going to defeat a Dark Lord when he was just a boy, a simple boy with no especial skills and he no longer had a reason to live?
Sirius had been his last chance at something resembling a family, or so he had thought. It had never occurred to him that having a family did not only mean parent-like figures. Harry could now see a broader aspect of what could constitute a family. It also meant a wife –which he could hopefully get one day- children –which he had already procured- and later, much later, grandchildren.
Harry realized that now that he decided to keep Arien as his own, he had a reason to live. She needed him if she was to grow up with someone to care for her. His aunt did not really count, as she might still change her mind. Harry needed to win, to defeat Voldemort and live for her. The little girl was a more tangible reason than the abstract duty to a world that had brought him more pain and sorrow than anything else.
Once he took that resolution he felt much better than he had only two days ago. Sirius’ death still pained him immensely. It was very recent after all. But he could not allow himself to wallow in his sorrow and the numbness. It was still his fault that he no longer had a godfather but he could learn from his mistakes. He would learn from his mistakes to honor Sirius’ sacrifice and to keep his daughter safe.
“I swear to you, my little Arien Kathleen that I will do my best to keep you protected and safe; that I’ll always recognize you as my own child. I’ll love you, cherish you, and do my best to be a good father for as long as I’m alive. You are a Potter now. Arien Kathleen Potter; and Dudley no longer has any claim to you. I give you my wizard’s word little one.” He said solemnly to her expressing his new resolutions, and kissed her forehead to seal his small oath.
What Harry did not know was that his words and intent were strikingly similar to an adoption pledge and since he was now recognized as an adult wizard he could legally say the pledge and adopt a child. So he was surprised to see a sort red glow envelop him and the baby. The glow moved back and forth between them very fast and then it was absorbed by Arien, who squealed happily and apparently unaffected by whatever that thing had been.
The boy had not really processed what happened when two official looking owls carrying packages arrived. For a moment Harry was worried that the magic detectors were still working. But they would not send boxes if that were the case. He placed Arien on her belly and called both owls to the bed. He took both boxes that immediately expanded. He thanked both birds, offered them an owl treat each which they graciously accepted before flying out the window. The first was indeed from the Department of Improper Use of Magic. There were some books in it.
One of the books was the laws regarding the use of magic in areas heavily populated by muggles. The others were probably given to newly adult muggle-born wizards and witches. They contained very useful every day charms and spells –he planned on using some of then in his room to make it more comfortable- as well as information on both their rights and duties as adult wizards and witches.
The other box contained Arien’s birth certificates, wizard and muggle. Next came a surprisingly muggle document; upon closer inspection Harry realized it was the DNA test Dudley took to prove he was not the baby’s father, although he was as the results clearly stated. Now, instead of reading Dudley Dursley, it read Harry James Potter. Well, now he could not threaten Vernon with the tests. After that the young father found a letter, it was from Arien’s mother.
Her name was Elizabeth McNamara and she was an American that had come to Britain to take a sabbatical before she entered college. She came from a very well off American family, but last summer she had been robbed and had not wanted to call back home and ask for more money. The young woman happened to be close enough to listen to Big D’s friends taunting him for being too big. They bet he would never get himself a girlfriend.
Dudley had been mortified, his so-called friends were right. No girl wanted to go out with him ‘and not just because he was fat’, but because he was too much of a spoiled brat. When the friends went away Elizabeth approached Dudley and proposed a deal. She would pass as his girlfriend, and give him some status over his ‘friends’. She was of course not a girl but an 18 year old very attractive woman. For this ‘little’ favor Dudley would pay her a nice amount of dollars to make up for what the thieves took from her.
It had never been the young American’s intention to have sex with Big D, but he had actually demanded it, and seeing no problem with that –she’d after all had not gotten laid in a while- she complied, although only once. She had no reservations in saying Dudley was an awful lay . That encounter had resulted in her getting pregnant, and she blamed it on Dudley being too stupid to use a condom properly. Anyway that one time was what brought Arien to the world.
She could not go back to America with a child; if she did she would be disgraced. But the young woman was not callous enough to abort. So Elizabeth had dealings with a couple that wanted to adopt her baby. They had paid for all her medical attention, even if in the end they could not keep the child. Elizabeth‘s time in Great Britain was over. She had to go back to the States so she decided that Arien’s father should take cake of the child.
Harry stared at the letter for a while then burst out laughing. Dudley had paid her, PAID her to pretend to be his girlfriend. That was rich, better teasing material he could not find. Now that he knew who she was he remembered seeing her, and wondering how in hell his cousin made such a catch. She was a beautiful woman with a mane of dark curly hair, and eyes almost as green as his. She also had a low throaty voice, and a body to die for. She had been the stuff dreams were made off. Harry being a hormonal teenager had been slightly envious of Dudley’s luck.
“Well with a mother like that Arien’s going to be very beautiful,” he mused. “She already is.”
He went on checking the package’s contents. There were some brochures(sp?) to help him deal with his first child –there were some very useful charms, and spells- as well as a booklet on how the Department of Magical Birth Records worked. He leafed through it and it was there that he found what he had done. The strongest adoption pledge there was. This pledge would hide the child’s true origins making him or her truly the adopter’s child in flesh and blood. As he finished reading there was a soft knock on the door.