Something for filler, going through something, I need to clean my head. This'll be a three shot for now, so I'll get to my fullmetal alchemist fic's in due time, just to relieve my head. I'll restart after this chapter is done

Also, before somebody complains about me putting out a bunch of unfinished stories, allow me to direct you to Gamer96, then you can complain...

Albus Percival wulfric brian Dumbledore, the headmaster of hogwarts, cheif warlock of the wizengamot, the supreme mugwamp, and grand sorcerer... was in a state of great disbelief.

His ex-students-, No his prized ex-students, were doing, to what he believes, The absolute STUPIDISH DECISION THEY CAN POSSIBLY MAKE...

It has been a week since voldemort's defeat, and now it is time to praise the conquering hero, though the problem is... they don't know which is which..

Young harry and Adam potter, along with their parents, had survived a terrible encounter with lord voldemort. Though he doubts it a little, voldemort also survived. Not to bring everyone down, he confined this information to only he, the potter's and Minerva. It was decided only one could be the boy who lived, so based on their magic levels, albus just assumes it's adam. Lily and James decided to help train him to be a powerful wizard, though they had no word about harry... until now

He stood in front of Wammy's house, an orphanage. The word orphan struck a cord in him, meaning these children have no families and are alone in this word, making this situation he was in, even more, infuriating.

He, himself, had lost both his parents die at a young age, even after all these years, it hurts especially when it ended his sister ariana and caused a large drift between him and abreforth. He looked at them, he had to knock some sense into then.. "Wait, please.."

Lily and James turned around to look at the wise headmaster "Hmm?" "Yes Albus, what?" He sighed "Perhaps.. we can reconsider this, maybe we can come with a different option." They sighed, Lily looked at the old man "We discussed this Albus, this is the best decision we believe is right."

James nodded "You said so yourself, Adam is the boy who lived, we need to prepare him. Harry would only be a stipulation" "Stipulation?! He's a child.." James scoffed "Let me finish, we'll be giving so much attention to Adam, harry will get really, really jealous. That'll only cause problems."

"So, you're going to abandon him-" "We're not abandoning him!" Lily yelled, annoyed of the misunderstanding "Oh? Please tell me what you mean, otherwise point me towards the newest version of the English dictionary, cause I might be mistaken."

James glared "Because we'll come back, when he's eleven and ready for Hogwarts." Dumbledore growled "And then? He'll just forget you leaving him? Run towards you, arms wide open, crying 'Mommy! Daddy!', and what if he is adopted beforehand?"

James sighed "We figured as much too albus. But once we explain why, I know he'll be happy to come home with us." Dumbledore retorted "And if he leaves, and even if he's here by then, he wouldn't be so accepting.."

James held up a sheet of parchment "Wal-la, a letter explaining that in ten years time, we'll be back for harry. So they won't give Harry away, done deal Albus." He put the paper back in his pocket, Dumbledore frowns "And if Harry doesn't see what you mean, and refuses you?.."

James sighs "We thought of that, so we came up with a plan b, a contingency plan if you will." "Contingency plan?! He's a boy, and you're talking like he is some.. defective product?!" "Damn it Albus, stop getting mad over nothing.." Lily sighs, 'Can't he see this is foolproof? We made sure...'

"We created a marriage contract, with the second party being the delacours. Their daughter, fleur, will marry Harry, and he'll get over it." Dumbledore sighed, clutching his head "One question, if he is to not like her? The entire thing falls apart then!" Dumbledore looked at them 'Finally, something they can't worm around!'

James looked off to the side "Well, she's actually a veela... so just a little... persuasion... maybe.." Dumbledore's eyes widen 'No.. he couldn't actually be proposing that.. ' "Veela allure?! Why?! Not only you remove his one chance for love, but you're also having him brainwashed?! Janes.." he sent a glare at james, rattling down his spine "Your father would be disappointed.." And he apperated away

James stood there for a good minute, then frowns "Damn old fool, doesn't know what he's talking about.." they walked up to the door and left Harry on rhe doorstep, knocking on the door, then apperrated.

As soon as they left, Dumbledore re-apperated back to Wammy's and looked down at the small bundle on the doorstep, picking it up. He sighed "I failed to make them see the light, but I won't let my mistake doom you... You deserve a life where you decide how to live it, no marriage contracts, no veela allure and perhaps, no wizards to worry about.." he knocked on the door, and wad greeted by a fine gentleman

Mr. Quillish, the proprietor of Wammy's house for mentally gifted, was prepared to call it a night when he heard a knock up front

Quillish opened the door to find a old grandfatherly looking man holding a bundle of blankets "My apologies, dear fellow, but might we come in? The cold wind would prove harmful to him.." Quillish raised a brow, him? Who's him?.. these thoughts were interrupted by a yawn as the bundle started to rustle. A baby was left at his doorstep.. and he was about to call it a night! "Oh, of course. Come in."

He invited the two inside and he led the older man to his office. The older man sat in front of his desk while quillish sat behind his desk, he let the bundle of blankets near a some blocks. Quillish asked "And to whom to I owe the pleasure? The older man nodded "Indeed, my name is Albus Dumbledore. You?" He stared at the older man before sighing, seeing no problems "Quillish wammy, the owner of this orphanage, how do you do?"

Dumbledore nodded "Quite fine, Mr wammy, though I wish to speak of your... new guest." He turned to see the child playing with the blocks, happily "While he is here, he is not truly an orphan." Quillish raised a brow "What do you mean, Dumbledore?"

Dumbledore reached from the bundle and pulled out a piece of parchment "It's best, heard from the horses mouth as they say.." Quillish stared at the note skeptically, then he took it and read... then he crumpled it up and threw it away , furious

"Ten years, that is how they expect me to leave this child here. They expect to gain his affection for the equivalent of a mail order bride... and THEN, they take him to be part of the family?.. Disgusting.." Quillish snarled, absolutely disgusted "This is a orphanage, not a boarding house, and I have no intention on following those.. people's.. words." Dumbledore nodded "We both see eye-to-eye, I believe it goes"

Quillish sighs as he stood, walking towards a whiskey cabinet, wishing to relieve his stress "So, you shall not follow their words?" Quillish poured a shots worth and downed it "Absolutely not, I might even change his name to confuse them, should they ever return, I doubt that though." Albus nodded, agreeing mostly "Yes, it would be best for him not to be tied down to the potter's, never again."

Quillish nodded "My sentiments exactly, but what?.." He began to ponder, with Dumbledore waiting for the answer. In the midst of this, they heard young harry giggle, they turned to look at the baby. Quillish made note of his appearance, the 'soon-to-be renamed' baby harry had pale skin, of an ivory shade. The little hair he had was slicking down the back of his head, spiky like. His forehead showcased a scar in the shape of a bolt of lightning. His eyes were wide and eradiating a emerald green color. He was smiling a cute smile as he pointed at the blocks

The old man had let the bundle down near a pile of building blocks, so the baby got work arranging them. He must of heard how they were looking to replace his name, because spelt by the blocks was...

"L lawliet?"

Both older men were confused of the name spelt, for it was nothing more than a letter and a romanticized last name. Though both were surprised, they were both extremely impressed

Albus smiled 'Such promise of intellect at a young age? I see him in ravenclaw for sure.'

Quillish smiled at the up and coming genius "luckily, he came here. With my help, perhaps his brain will prove beneficial to mankind? Eh.. I could hope'

They look at the baby boy "So... is it Mr. L lawliet now?" 'Harry' giggled happily again, Quillish smiled "It is decided, welcome to wammy's school for the mentally gifted, Mr. L lawliet." Dumbledore smiled, happy about where this is going "I best be taking my leave, but before I go, I need to talk about... some things of the boy." Quillish looked at him "What? Is it a medical condition?" Dumbledore shook his head

"No, nothing like that... I just want you to watch for any.. particularly strange behavior when he grows, just be on the lookout." He looked at the child, a sad smile etched on his face "Might I have a word with our Mr lawliet before I depart?" Quillish pondered, then nodded "Very well, I'll be in the Hall for your privacy, take your time." He stood up and walked away, closing the door behind him

Dumbledore looked at the newest member of the orphanage and sighed sadly "H- No, L.. this is where we part for good. Perhaps we will meet again, perhaps not. But if we do, I wish that you would have an enjoyable life by your own will. And perhaps one day,..." he sniffed "You can forgive me my failure.." The baby looked up at the old man, then giggled raising his arms up, wishing to be held. Dumbledore complied, stooping over and picking up the boy

L giggled, seeing Dumbledore's long beard, he reached over and tugged it a little. This brought a smile to the old man's face "Quite the rascully one, aren't you?" He chuckled, then he saw L beginning to stir "He must be tired.."

Dumbledore, holding L, walked out and saw Quillish "I shall depart, take care of him. Please?" Quillish took the child in his own hands "Absolutely, who do you take me for?" Dumbledore smiled as he turned and left. Quillish looked at the tired baby, his gray eyes beginning to lul.. Hmm? Gray?

He must've been seeing things before...

Quillish was very proud

After being a two year resident of wammy's house, L has proven his worth and then some. He is now working in his advanced chemistry classes, and starting psychology. He is a natural speaker of English, German, Spanish, French and Japanese. That would be difficult for teenagers, and he's only two!

Though, his habits could use a little work on. His posture is slanted, his back arched as a hunchback. His hair has gotten slightly lengthy and unkempt. He refuses to put on shoes unless he absolutely has to. The strangest thing of all is insomnia..

In the time he has been here, he had begun to experience horrific nightmares retaining to snakes and a man bearing red eyes and a horribly terrible laugh, always ended with a bright green light. The nightmares never did stop, even after all this time, and terrified L into dropping sleep, only a rest of 3 hours shut eyed. Because of this, large black bags hung under his eyes

Also, a small pet peeve is his sitting pose. He refuses to sit normally, preferring to sit gym style. He says that it helps his brain work, increasing it by 40%

L is eccentric, not denying that, but his brain more than makes up for it.

But Quillish wishes there would be some way to have people know of L's intellect...

The ability to sleep standing up was a necessity, at least for L...

L opened his eyes, then he hopped off his chair. He prefers that to a bed, though he bears a small resemblance to a gargoyle. We then causally walks towards his homebrew computer

He reads on private police force on the internet, he wonders whether he would be able to solve these recent items

In advance apologies if L is in anyway out of character, and even more for making a new story out of the blue, my deepest apologizes