AN: Hi! I am here with a story, which I have no intention of abandoning. I also might revive Loki's Punishment, but that is on the rocks. I have all the books, but I still don't own Harry Potter. And I've never even played the game, or watched it be played. I could never have came up with all of this amazing-ness.

Giada Draven, out.

It was Dudley's birthday. Great, thought Harry. Where is he wanting to go this time? Poor Harry knew that something bad was going to happen. For some reason, Harry didn't like the number seven. This was 'Dudders' seventh birthday, so of course something was going to go wrong.

Somehow, he was allowed to go with the Dursley's; mainly because Mrs. Figg, his cat loving babysitter, was sick and unable to watch him. So, now, they had to take him with them, even though they knew he was going to ruin their 'Ickle Diddykins' party. They had booked to have the party rooms of Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria all to themselves, because Dudley had complained that one of his friends had their party there before he could. So now, all of the Harry Hunting crew were staring at him like wolves would look at meat. But Harry was having fun, for the first time he can remember.

Harry was sitting in front of Foxy, who was easily his favorite of those in the Pizzeria. He gave everyone attention, even if they 'didn't deserve it'. The trio onstage, Freddy, Bonnie, and Chica, didn't pay attention to anyone, they just kept on playing their upbeat songs. Harry thought it was wonderful, but Dudley thought otherwise. He wanted the most attention, because he was the 'special birthday boy'.

As if, Harry thought as Dudley marched into Pirate Cove and glared at the animatronic. "Why are you talking to the freak? I'm the special one!" Dudley jumped onto stage and put his face in front of Foxy's. He kept ranting, until, "And another thi-AHHHHH!" Dudley shouted when Foxy bit down into his head. All of the children ran away, and adult stepped forward to try to help Dudley. Harry just sat there, staring in shock. Then his gaze turned fearful, because he had seen his Uncle Vernon's expression; he knew that he was either going to die or be abandoned. Harry hoped it was the later, then he would have the chance of surviving.

Vernon angrily waddled over, whisper-yelling," Boy! What do you think you are doing?! You hurt Dudley! That's it. You are staying here. I don't want you anywhere near my family ever again. Goodbye, Freak." Vernon hissed out the last word, then stalked to where his wife stood with the paramedics.

Harry hid. It was what he was best at, after all. He found a box, and stayed there for several hours. The next thing he knew, he was being shaken awake. "Alright," he said. "I'm up. I'll go make breakfast now." Harry had said this without thinking. He then noticed that A) he was not in his cupboard and B), that was not Aunt Petunia. Upon looking up(and realizing that he slept with his glasses on), he saw that he was woken by the animatronics.

To most people, this would be scary; but, Harry found this oddly comforting. However, he bolted towards the wall. Even if they are comforting, you can never be too cautious. "What are you doing here? How did you find me? Is… Is Uncle Vernon still out there? Are you going to take me to him so that he can kill me?" With each question, Harry became more hysterical. If Vernon ever saw him again, he would ring his neck.

Freddy went towards the distraught by carefully. "Son, we aren't going to hurt you," he said with a vaguely Scottish accent. "We don't know who this Vernon is, but with the way you're speaking, I don't want you to see him again. Now hop on up so we can get a good look at you." The chestnut coloured bear offered his paw to the boy.

Harry looked at Freddy, who showed a concerned look on his face, and then carefully studied Bonnie and Chica, who were standing farther away than the brown animatronic. Chica smiled warmly, and Bonnie gave a little wave. Finally, he took Freddy's paw and let himself be lifted up. "What now? Normally people don't like me, so I don't really know what to do now." Harry thought about it for a moment, then asked," Do you think I could stay here? I mean, I could make all the food I would need, as well as clean everything. I can always do any chores necessary…" He trailed off. If I show that I'm not a burden, he thought, they might let me stay here with them. I might even get to have friends! Harry thought that would be amazing. The animatronics shared a look that clearly said,' What did his family do to him?'

Chica stepped towards him with a smile, so that he wouldn't see her worry. "Sweetheart, you don't have to worry about that. I cook, and the janitors clean up what messes there are. You can stay here if you want to, but what about your family?" She spoke with an American accent, like those kind mothers that the television showed.

All the animals looked to Harry, wanting to know why he was abandoned by the ones he came with. "Well, my parents were drunks who got killed in a car wreck, giving me my scar,"-here he lifted up his bangs.-" because I was in the car with them. I got dumped with my Aunt and Uncle, so they made me earn my keep. I slept in the cupboard under the stairs, because I didn't 'deserve' a room. This is the first time I've been to a restaurant. So, do I really get to stay?" Harry kept a straight face the entire time, mainly because he was telling the truth.

Meanwhile, the animatronics were having a conversation with looks. The gist of it went: If we see them again, they are going the route of the night guards. (Chica) Deal, I say we stuff them into the special suits. (Bonnie) I agree, but for now we need to convince this child that he is better than them. Wait, we forgot to get his name. (And Freddy).

"Son," Freddy started, "What is your name? I don't believe you told us." Looking at the child, he could tell that it seemed to be the first time someone cared enough to ask. Harry was over the moon because someone actually wanted to know. He doesn't usually care, but it still meant a lot to him.

"My name is Harry Potter. I know all of you because of today, but where did they take Foxy? Will he be okay?" He was very worried about his favorite animatronic, because he knew the adults would not like what happened to Dudley.

Bonnie skipped(read: hopped) over to Harry and threw him onto his shoulders. "I get a new brother! Finally! And don't worry, the most they will do to Foxy is put him 'out of order' for a little while, until this whole thing blows over. Besides, he doesn't like performing that much anyway. He just likes seeing the children happy." Bonnie then bounced around the pizzeria, showing Harry everything that was in there. Including the room were the animatronics stuffed the night guards into suits.

"Why do you do that?" Harry asked.

"Because adults never want to help you. You can only depend on yourself, so you shouldn't believe them if they say that they are helping you. The night guards are there to make sure we don't do anything 'odd' at night, so we make it as 'odd' for them as we can." Bonnie seemed to age as he said that, but then cheered up towards the end; because, he had thought of Harry helping them.

Harry agreed, adults can never be trusted.

It was a few days later that Harry found a way to help. He was hanging out in the room where all the suits were kept, when he found one the exact same size as him. It was a miniature Foxy, complete with an eyepatch and hook. Harry wished that he could wear it, but he had been warned to be careful around the suits. If he were to get in one and it snapped shut, he would be killed, and it wouldn't be a guarantee that his spirit would attach itself to the suit like the others.

They had told him about the purple guy, and how they were stuffed into the suits. The others had worried about how he would react, but he had only hugged each of them and told them that even though he hated that they had died, he was happy that they were there.

Today was the day that Foxy was set to come back, the bite having been played of as a bug in his programing, and Harry wanted to make a good impression. The suit would be perfect, if only he could wear it without dying. Harry wished so much that he could, but he knew better than to try. Looking into the suit to look at the springs and crossbars, Harry was surprised to find that there wasn't any. He closed his eyes then reopened them, thinking that it was a trick of the light, but the inner workings were still gone. He carefully stuck his hand in, prepared to pull back if it snapped shut. Slowly, he made his way into the mini Foxy, checking every corner for any kind of machine. As soon as he was wearing the suit, the seams closed and he was trapped. Soon, he realized that he wasn't actually trapped; he was now wearing a costume instead of the suit, and it had turned black with emerald streaks. Harry loved it, but wished that he could also look like Chica, Bonnie and Freddy sometimes. As soon as the thought crossed his mind, he changed into the others, one at a time.

Instinctively changing into Foxy, Harry hid until it was night time. It being Sunday, there was no night guard to worry about, so he came out into the main dining area when everyone was out there, including Foxy who had been told that there was a surprise for him. He had snuck up behind Bonnie and yelled," Surprise!"

Bonnie jumped and tried to run away, while Freddy and Chica looked at him in fright for another reason. "Harry, sweetheart," said Chica. "What are you doing? How are you in a suit? We told you to stay out of those, please tell me you didn't and this is a nightmare." She looked like she was seriously hoping it was some kind of joke.

"Mu- I mean, Chica; I'm okay. I was looking for a way to impress Foxy, when I found a mini Foxy suit and wished that it was safe for me wear, and suddenly there were no cross bars or wires. I checked before I put it on, but then it turned into a cloth costume that has a removable head and everything. It was red like Foxy, but then it was black and green. So, what do you think?" I really hope they like it and aren't mad at me, thought Harry.

Foxy looked at the small child that the music crew seemed to have adopted, and immediately could tell that he was trying so hard to impress him. "Lad," he said. "'Tis adorable on ye. I sure hope that ye can take it off. Now can I see what ye look like under tha' mask of your's."

Harry perked up. "Of course," he said, lifting his arms to pull of the face. Seeing it come off, the band sighed in relief. They really had worried that he had gotten trapped and his mind had come up with an excuse for him being able to move. Now, they just wanted to have a good night off.

The first time that anyone saw Harry in costume was two months later. Harry was goofing around in Pirate Cove with Foxy, when he stumbled out of the curtain. Immediately, he tried to sneak back, but a couple of kids had already seen him. They crowded around and, unknowingly, hid him from the view of any adults.

"Who are you?" one asked.

"Yeah, we've never seen you before," the other said. The two looked at each other, then looked back.

"Are you a new one?" they asked at the same time, perfectly in sync.

Harry backed away from them, stammering out," We- well, yes. I guess you c- could say that." He tried to run back, but the second one, who had mousy brown hair and brown eyes, grabbed his arm to hold him back.

"Well? What is your name, then?" The younger one stared at him. Obviously, he was the other one's younger brother.

"I don't exactly have one. I'm not supposed to be out here, so I ought to go back now…" Harry really wanted to play with someone his own age, but he knew that it would be a bad idea. He didn't want to be sent back to the Dursley's, after all.

"I have an idea," said the younger one. He seemed about two or three, while his brother/cousin looked about six. "What if we told you our names, and then gave you a name. I would hate not having a name." He seemed about ready to cry at the thought of it.

Harry thought for a moment. It would be cool to have a name different than just 'Harry'. "Sure," he said. "Now you go ahead and tell me your names." They seem really friendly after they learned that I wasn't an adult.

The elder one spoke. "Well, my name is Colin Creevey, and this is my brother Dennis. Now, Dennis, what do you think his name should be? It should fit the theme."

Dennis adopted a thoughtful look. "What about Emrald?"

Colin looked down at him. "Do you mean Emerald?" Here Dennis nodded. "That would suit him. Okay, your name is now Emerald, animatronic in training."

Harry smiled at them kindly. "Thank you. It's nice to have a name. I hope you guys come back, because I think I see your mother coming this way. It would be a bad idea for the adults to see me. Bye!" Harry rushed out, because the boy's mother truly was coming that way. He hurriedly hopped back through the curtain of Pirate Cove, smiling all the while. I think that I like having friends.

Harry finally showed off his little 'secret' several months later, when the animatronics had finally gotten him to tell them his birthday. They had missed it, but to them it meant that they were going to have an even bigger party than they had planned on. They had decided that their gift to him would be his first try at getting the night guard.

At 1 A.M., the night guard was worried. None of the animatronics had moved; Foxy hadn't so much as peaked outside the curtains the entire night and the others were still staring straight ahead. He flipped through the cameras, finding everyone still in place, but then he checked the dining area. There, stood a miniature Foxy, who was black with green streaks through it's fur. The guard stared for a moment, but then remembered that there were the other animatronics to worry about.

They still hadn't moved, but when he looked again, the small fox was gone. Checking his door lights, he found that instead of the little fox, there was now a black feathered chicken, complete with a green bib with bubbly black letters saying 'LET'S EAT!'. He tried to slam the door, but it wouldn't budge. He stared in horror, because he knew what was going to happen. However, he didn't expect for there to be a delay.

"Hello," said a young child's voice. "I'm Emerald. Before we kill you, I want to play hide-and-seek. The others all agreed to play, so that it won't be boring. I'll be it, so I'll stand here for a few seconds so that it is fair. When everyone is found, we will go choose your new suit. Okay?" The voice coming from the robot was excited. If it wasn't for the parts about killing him, the guard would have believed that it was just a child in costume. He didn't know how right he was.

The guard nodded, trying to stay alive for as long as he could. "Uh, excuse me. But, are there any rules?" After all, if it acted like a child, it would probably come up with the same rules that a child would.

"Well," the robot, Emerald, started. "Well, you can't leave the building, silly!" Emerald was very happy that the guard was playing along. "Ready?" he asked.

The guard nodded, humouring the small animatronic. "Okay! I'll count to twenty, so you better start running! Haha!" Emerald stated counting slowly, giving the guard a chance to make the game more interesting.

The guard ran, as asked. After all, he didn't know what to expect from this odd, changing, animatronic. He ran as quickly as he could, and hid in the storage closet. As he passed the dining area, he noticed that the animatronics were all gone. Even Foxy's curtains were open, but the pirate was nowhere to be seen.

He heard a happy voice cry out, "Twenty! Ready or not, here I come!" The guard started to be thankful that he had no one to go home to. His family was dead, and he had no friends. He hadn't had the will to keep going anymore, so he had taken this deadly job. He knew that, no matter what, he wouldn't be leaving here come morning.

Oddly enough, the guard lasted the longest. While Emerald was looking, he turned into a mini Bonnie. He was, per usual, black furred with green eyes. He was holding a guitar that was in the same style as Bonnie's. It was neon green, with black designs all over it. He found all of the others, surprising them with the new look, and then turned towards the only place he had not checked yet. The storage closet.

Emerald flickered, turning into Freddy. He had the same colour scheme as he normally did, but his top hat was green with a black ribbon tied around it. When he reached the door, he started playing The Toreador March. Upon opening the door, he found the guard sitting cross-legged, looking for all the world as if he had fallen asleep.

The guard slowly opened his eyes and stood up, following the animatronics to the room where the spare suits were kept.

"So," Emerald started. "Which do you like the most? Foxy, Chica, Bonnie, Freddy, or Goldie?" Emerald looked at him waiting for the guard to pick his favorite.

The guard looked at him, and told him," I don't care." He wore a resigned look on his face. If he was going to die, he didn't want to choose how he did so.

Emerald stared towards, him confused, but shrugged it off.

The next morning, the janitors were disgruntled to find a bloodied Freddy suit waiting for them.

After that night, Emerald and the animatronics decided to work together from then on. If the guard came back for more than four nights, then Emerald would get to have fun with them. if they didn't lock him out, then they would get to play a little game with him before they were stuffed.

They had so much fun. Emerald eventually started calling Chica 'Momma', and Foxy 'Papa'. everyone laughed a lot after that, but they were his family. Freddy was like the fun uncle who took care of him, while bonnie was the little brother who wanted nothing but to have fun.

It turned routine for them to play and have fun at night. It was one massive game of tag combined with hide and seek, trying to find the guard. They were all happy. They were together. And then Emerald turned eleven.